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delicataleTitle: 5 Times There Was Skinny-Dipping
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 4 times Steve goes skinny-dipping and tries to get Danny to join, and 1 times he manages.
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kapoosh_kapow has generously looked this over so if there is any errors/brit words left in, it's all my fault. Ahhh, the happy days of a new relationship with a new fandom. My Muse is on overload, I do apologize if you want me gone already. Wrote this at work, after one of my best friends decided to send a bunny my way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot.
It's been a terribly long day. Of all the things that could happen on a day off - a kidnapping, half of the island being under the threat of a tsunami, or even a simple, easy armed robbery - this was not something Danny expected. He did not expect to come back to his flat after going for some Doritos and ice-cream to find his apartment flooded. Honest to God flooded, water flushing past his feet, drenching his loafers when he opened the door, stagnating in the most awful places, namely, his laundry basket.
His clothes are fucked, some of his papers are fucked, his pull out is fucked, it reeks of wet wood and mouldy boxers by the time he's done cleaning up, and what the fuck happened, he has no idea, but he knows he can't stay here. It's got to be yet another of those curses this stupid fucking island keeps on throwing at him, because it's not natural to have such bad luck in one place.
Calling Steve is the hardest thing Danny has to do, ever. Seriously, it's worse than having to sign divorce papers.
"Danny."
"Yeah, um, I know we're off and all, but, huh, well, I have kind of an emergency."
"Is everything all right? Gracie?"
"Grace's fine. No, it's just - I came back to my flat and it got flooded, so -"
Steve starts laughing. The full, loud kind of laugh he lets out so rarely and Danny is not happy to hear that sound, okay, he's not. He's angry, and his socks are wet, and his shoes are fucked, he's tired and his ice-cream has melted. Life sucks, and Steve is mocking him.
"Okay, fuck you, this was a bad idea, shouldn't have called you -"
"Hold on, Danno. Come crash here. I've got more than enough space."
"Yeah, thank you, but no thank you, all right? I'm not in the mood for you to laugh in my face for the rest of the day; I'll find a motel room somewhere, thank you very much. Of course you and your downright backwards social skills would find this amusing."
"I'm sorry, Danny, come on, don't sulk. Come over. I'll even cook."
"What, and give me food poisoning with a chargrilled, bloody steak? I'll pass."
Danny knows he's pushing it now, because they both know perfectly he'll end up crashing in Steve's guest room, he wouldn't have called otherwise, but he can't help it. And he can't bring himself to say thanks, either.
"I swear I'll hire a fucking cook if it keeps you silent and gets your ass in gear."
There's no laughter anymore in Steve's voice, and Danny sighs. This is the end of it, fuck, he hates not having the last word, especially with Steve, because Steve is so confident and smug and hot and - fuck. Slapping a hand over his face, Danny sighs again, just for good measure.
"Fine, I'll be there soon."
Danny gathers what clothes he can save, puts another load of damp but necessary ones in a bag to wash at Steve's, He doesn't really take anything else, just jumps in his Camaro and drives away to Steve, away from his shithole of an apartment.
And weirdly enough, okay, Steve is nice to him when he gets there. There are malasadas on the kitchen table and potatoes bobbing about in a pan full of boiling water, and Steve moving seamlessly around his kitchen, using a knife that looks more like it was made for situations like a civil war in Africa than to gut a fish, Steve's activity of the minute.
Danny grabs a donut and sets to watch Steve, watch how the setting sun is pouring gold in Steve's hair, watch how his muscles roll under his shirt. He tries not to be enthralled.
"I'm going to need your washing machine."
"Oh, yeah, can imagine that. It's fine. Laundry room."
Steve points to the door with the knife, fish guts and blood dripping from it, and Danny hasn't puked since 1996 but he really wants to right now, okay, he really does, this is disgusting and Steve isn't even wearing gloves and how is this hygienic, Danny wonders.
He doesn't say anything - he doesn't want Steve to mock him more tonight, he's tired and he just wants to sleep in a bed that isn't going to squelch every time he turns about. He does his laundry, lets it out on the lanai, and then they both eat outside, a case of long boards by Steve's feet.
"You know, you're too tense, Danny."
"Ah. So before I was sensitive, and now I'm too tense. What gives, Steven? What would even make you think that I'm too tense, on a day where my apartment got flooded, huh? What normal human being - by this I mean someone that emotionally stunted - would get stressed by the fact that he might have to spend thousands he doesn't have on fixing a flat he hates, huh? No, really, I'm stunned by this, Steven. Call it an epiphany."
His hands move about as he talks, as always, growing agitated as soon as Steve opens his mouth, because it's better to yell at him than to jump him, maybe. Steve only smiles in answer, though, as he does, running his tongue over his top teeth before replying.
"Let's go skinny-dipping."
"What? What? I knew you were insane, but this is reaching new levels. I'm going to call the hospital on you, Steve McGarrett, don't think I won't do it, I will, and the men in white will take you and take good care of you."
Steve laughs again, tilting his head back before taking a sip of his beer and his Adam's apple bob up, and Danny has to tear his eyes away, feeling them water a little. Shit, fuck you sand and wind and salt.
"I'm just saying it'd do you good to let go a little."
"Says the Navy SEAL with the enormous chip on his shoulder. The day you unclench your ass I'll think about letting go."
He realizes how wrong that sounds when Steve chuckles again, shaking his head and looking away, eyes setting on the calm sea ahead of them. Danny almost feels like apologizing, but then Steve grins.
"Fine. Suit yourself. Bed's made for you upstairs."
Steve whips off his shirt, and their nice dinner turns into another one of these moments where Danny's tongue grows too big for his mouth. He turns away and ducks inside the house before he lets himself see where exactly does the tramp stamp tattoo Steve possesses actually ends.
*
Danny would love to ask Steve what exactly he thinks he's doing, but it's too late, Steve has already disappeared inside the building in which a rogue Marine has taken hostage a slew of people, including Malia, Chin's ex-fiancé, possibly girlfriend again. To say that Chin is pretty much shook up and not at his most serene right now would be the understatement of the century, which is probably why Steve has decided to go in alone, like the fucking idiot he is. They don't even have a plan, and Danny hates not having a plan, hates not being able to help right now because Steve is just too fucking headstrong to listen to what people are telling him.
Steve is a fucking poster boy for craziness and the obvious need for therapy in this world. A magnet for trouble and he loves it, too, he loves crashing headlong into it like, like if he doesn't almost die on a daily basis, there is something missing in his life. The man is batshit insane.
And as Steve tells them his position over his earpiece, Danny thinks about Gracie and how he shouldn't let Steve rub off on him as he does, because he has a daughter and he just can't die, because if he dies then she'll start calling Step-Stan Daddy and this is not going to happen, okay, he is Daddy and he is Danno and he loves Gracie more than life itself, and Step-Stan will never get to buy that with ponies and rabbits.
But fact is, Steve is sort of rubbing off on him and now he's itching to get inside the building, too, to have a visual and check if he's got any clean shot of the mad Marine, he wants to be Steve's backup. He's been Steve's backup for months, now, him and Chin and Kono, but right now Kono is busy trying to keep Chin from blasting in there all shotguns out, a very Steve thing to do, so Danny's doing a bit of waiting on his own and he hates that. He's ready to run in if things turn sour, which they probably will, given their track record, but for now he's there.
And fuck it, he can't do that. Pulling his gun out, Danny walks inside the building, making his step as light as possible as he advances towards the room they all know the Marine and his hostages are. So he's not a Navy SEAL, okay, fine, fair enough, but he's a trained cop and he can be stealthy, okay, he's got moves and he's smooth, okay, he can do this.
Steve hasn't said anything in ten minutes, too, so Danny's getting a little antsy. Steve better not get shot, if he does, Danny will be pissed off. Already he's off there playing the hero, as if they couldn't figure out a plan beforehand, no, of course not, Navy SEALs don't apparently need plans. Steve has issues, no, really, big issues and complexes and shit that shrinks would love. But still, radio silence for more than 10 minutes is not good and Danny is entitled to know what's going on. After all, he's not the one that wants to keep tabs on everything Steve does at all times, that's all Steve's thing, to want to know everything about Danny and his schedule. So it just seems fair.
There's one gunshot, echoing through the walls barely three seconds before Danny gets inside the room with the hostages. He finds the Marine on the ground; of course it's the Marine down, not Steve, why is his heart beating so fast? Steve is busy ushering the hostages out, and Danny moves out of the way, his eyes on the man on the floor. He walks over, checks his pulse, yeah, no, one clean shot, didn't need more.
"What are you doing here, Danny?"
"I was being your backup, you know, the first reason why you asked me on your team."
Steve opens his mouth, frowns.
"It wasn't - you know what, nevermind. Let's go."
The fight explodes in the car - it's always in the car, Danny doesn't know why, maybe because it's the most private space they get most of the time. But anyway, the dark cloud that was looming over Steve's head finally starts pouring on Danny.
"What the fuck where you doing in that building, Danny?"
"Excuse me? Last time I checked, you are not one, my mother, two, my legal guardian. I am a trained police officer and I can take care of myself in such situations! What if you'd been shot, huh? I was just doing what I always do, making sure your stupid, reckless ass comes back in one piece!"
"I was fine and you know it! You can't do stuff like that without letting me know, Danny. If it hadn't been over, if you'd surprised me, you could have been the one with a bullet in your chest and not that Marine! It was stupid, Danny, and unnecessary -"
"Woah, woah, hold up, stop it, right now. What am I in this team for, huh, Steve? Am I your partner? Because last time I checked, that was in my job description, and whatever made you think you could just go in there without even telling me beforehand and not expect me to do something, whatever part of your deranged brain told you that was okay was, well, very wrong. Oh so very wrong, because God help me if I let you walk into some trap and not back you up and then you get shot, I'll never forgive you for it."
"You're supposed to say myself! I'll never forgive myself!"
"Glad to see you think the same as I do. Now would you keep your eyes on the road, Steven, please, you're going to drive us into a ditch."
Danny feels a sense of triumph for having kept the upper hand on that fight. It's too rare for Steve to lose his temper, and it gives Danny an unfair disadvantage. Steve's fingers clench around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, and Danny can see the muscles in his jaw tense and relax and tense again, but he doesn't reply for a long time. He doesn't reply until they're almost at his, actually.
"I should have told you what I was planning on doing."
"Oh, yeah, there we go, Steven! A step in the right direction. Now just make sure you tell me before you do anything."
"Yeah. Yeah, sorry."
Danny deflates, looking away, out of the window. Steve parks the car in front of his house, but neither of them move for a while.
"Want to come in for a beer? A dip, maybe?"
"I think I'm just gonna go home."
"I know you don't swim for fun, but you know, maybe it'll surprise you. It's very good for the tension in your shoulders."
"First, don't talk about the tension in my shoulders, I don't have any tension in my shoulders, and second, even if I was inclined to think maybe a swim is not such a bad idea right now, I don't have my swimming trunks."
"Don't need them. Private beach, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember, and no. I am not getting naked in your backyard, McGarrett, what is this, this is a whole new level of wrong, you have to stop it right there."
As wrong as it is, it's nice to see a smile on Steve's face, see that he relaxed - maybe not gave up the whole thing, but getting there. Ready to move on.
"Well, I had no idea you were such a prude."
"Oh, fuck off, fuck right off, go and get naked in your backyard, Steve, I don't give a shit, I'm going home."
Steve starts laughing, clapping Danny's shoulder before opening the car door.
"Come on, come have a beer at least. I promise I won't get naked in front of you, prude."
Danny flips him off before stepping out of the car.
*
It's just Danny's luck that a storm hits the island on the weekend he's got Grace. He has all these plans of things to do with her, get shave ice and go swimming and show her how badly he can surf, but instead he's stuck indoors. And they're at Steve because as soon as the warning was out, Steve called Danny, afraid that his flat was, honest to God, not going to make it through the storm. Danny is obedient enough - Gracie likes Steve, and his house provides much more floor space on which she could spread her Barbies' and their clothes.
There's something amazingly endearing in watching Steve sit on the floor of his living room and let Grace explain to him how Ken and Barbie has got into a fight and Skipper is the only one that can help, in all terrible seriousness that breaks Danny's heart a little - he is most aware that this whole scenario popped into his little girl's head thanks to her parents less than stellar relationship.
Steve takes it in his stride, though, helping her put on outfits, driving the pink Mercedes around the floor, and he even delivers pregnant Barbie's baby. All the while, Danny cheers on from the couch, letting Grace bark orders, and letting Steve obey them.
It's incredibly entertaining to watch. Then they went on to make their own pizzas, from scratch, and after a flour fight they manage to get to a common ground - one ham and pineapple pizza, one cheese and pepperoni pizza, one slice reserved on each for Grace. Danny would complain that his princess is losing her Jersey identity but he sees how she eats the pepperoni slice last, which reassures him, in some deep-seated level.
They settle in front of the tv to watch Tangled, and Grace talks and talks about how she is going to grow her hair that long so her Prince can find her. It's freaky and Danny is not ready to talk about Princes or boyfriends or any man anywhere near his daughter, but he forgives her for wanting to get away from him when she falls asleep, snuggled close to him.
He takes her upstairs to the guest room and stays there for a while, just looking at Grace sleeping, peaceful, happy, arms tight around the latest stuffed toy she has decided is the one she loves most. It's when he's about to lower the curtains that he sees the shape through the rain, outside, standing there, looking out at the angry ocean.
He watches as the shape drops his clothes - he knows perfectly well that the shape is Steve, he's not stupid thank you very much, and Steve is the only person insane enough to get out in the rain in this weather anyway. The rain hits the window rhythmically; almost angry enough to worry Danny it's going to break the glass. The thought is just fleeting, though, because he can see now that Steve is naked, naked, naked, the fucking exhibitionist. And he's running towards the ocean and jumps in and splashes around and Danny needs to be in another room than his daughter right now because when Steve's ass emerges from the water and disappears again something twist low in Danny's gut and his cock stirs.
He goes downstairs, stands just outside the French doors and looks out through the rain, tries his best to make out Steve somewhere in the water, but he can't. When the wind moves it whips rain in Danny's face and he sputters, turning away, back inside the kitchen. He's got time to clean up the mess they made while cooking and wash the dishes - they won't be to Steve's standards but fuck him, he can do it himself if he has a problem with Danny's method. He cracks open a beer when he hears Steve tiptoeing back inside, wearing his rain-soaked clothes and toweling his hair dry.
"Hey, got one for me?"
"Sure, Mister Crazy."
"What have I done now?"
Steve sounds genuinely surprised. Danny is bewildered.
"What do you mean, what have you done? There's a storm out there and you, you just go for a swim? What planet do you come from where this is normal?"
Steve's clothes are clinging to him in all the wrong places, and Danny is thankful for the table between the two of them, because he's hard, and there is no way he'd be able to hide it, and he doesn't want Steve to see it, no way, no fucking way in Hell is he going through that humiliation.
Steve shrugs, one shoulder and a smirk. Danny wants to punch him a little. Or jump him. Both are wrong, though.
"It was cool, though. You should have come."
"Yeah, no, don't act as if that would ever have happened. And fuck, you need to get changed, you're going to catch death in those clothes, get yourself dry at least, really, where is your sense of self-preservation."
"Fine."
Steve peels his shirt off, right there in the kitchen, and then his shorts, and he's naked, just like that, the fucking tease, and Danny knows he's doing it on purpose, but he can't yell and be angry, he can't even talk and okay, that never happens. Fuck.
The tattoo on the small of Steve's back is enormous and Danny wants to lick it, and he wants to be angry for wanting to lick it but right now, he just wants to lick it, and Steve is looking at him from over his shoulder as he knots the towel over his hip. He doesn't look surprised, or as if he doesn't know what he's doing, because, that bastard, he knows perfectly well what he's doing and this is all a fucking game to him. How to drive Danny completely mental in 5 lessons by Lt. Commander Steve Mc-fucking-Garrett.
"Happy?"
Danny manages to stop gritting his teeth, but it takes a fucking lot of effort.
"Delighted."
*
"He's doing it again."
Chin looks up from his steak and salad, giving Danny a curious look. Malia and Kono are inside the house somewhere, probably not cooking. But since they cooked all the food in the world for this barbecue it doesn't really matter anyway. Ben's asleep in the reclining chair Steve dragged from inside earlier, before people started coming in for the barbecue. So it's only Danny and Chin right now.
Oh, yeah, because Steve is once again naked, and running towards the ocean as if he's a Japanese cartoon character. The guy doesn't know what being self-conscious means, nor does he have any kind of dignity or modesty, but Danny guesses showering with other men for 10 years does that to someone. He's offered them to join, even puppy-eyed Danny a little.
Chin chuckles, shrugs, eats a chunk of his steak before answering.
"He's confident, and he likes swimming."
"There's being confident and there's being an exhibitionist. We could arrest him."
"Aw, but you wouldn't, now, would you? Why aren't you going along anyway?"
"I - what? Excuse me, I'm not going to start getting my junk out every time I want to take a dip. What makes you think I would even want to go swimming naked with McGarrett, I don't get it, this team is full of crazy people."
"Okay, all right, sorry, brah. I just thought you two...I mean, the way he looks at you. I don't know. Shouldn't have assumed, sorry. Not my business."
"You damn right you shouldn't have assumed! But wait, what, what way does he look at me?"
Chin gives Danny a look, a long look, as if he's trying to determine if Danny is toying with him or if he's serious and has no idea what he's talking about. And well, Danny has honestly no idea what Chin is on about, because from his eyes, Steve only looks at him with either a mocking face, or an Aneurysm face, and that is it. There are no other faces that Steve pulls when they're around each other.
"He looks at you as if he's a dog and you're a bone. A juicy one."
"Okay, okay, I heard enough, nevermind, forget I even asked, you are out of your mind, Chin Ho Kelly, let's be quiet now, eat your steak, come on."
Chin smirks, and Danny's eyes turn towards the ocean, watches Steve emerge out of the water, all chest and tattoos and - that is a nice cock he's got and fuck, fuck. Danny averts his eyes right away, looking at the night sky, looking at his beer, looking at Ben. Chin chuckles next to him. Danny is growing slightly agitated, he hates that, he's a detective, people shouldn't guess and discover things before he does, it's just not right.
"You know, there's this river in Egypt, and you're swimming in it."
Danny has a ton of arguments on the tip of his tongue, because he is not, okay, he's not swimming in anything, and he's not swimming with anyone, what is this sudden fixation they all have with swimming - swimming naked for some of them - seriously, at this stage it's not even healthy anymore. Danny would like to know when has this become his life, when his colleagues have started assuming that he's fucking the boss, what is this, he's never done such a thing in his life and it's not because he's in love with said boss that he's going to start, okay, it's just not ethical.
"Fuck you, is all I have to say to that. I'm gonna go inside now."
Danny stands and marches to the inside of the house, only to basically crash into Steve, who is walking to the table, all wet, wearing only shorts, and his neck is just there and so is his collarbone and Danny clamps his mouth shut to keep from licking the saltwater off it.
"Um, sorry about that."
"Distracted, Danno?"
"Yeah. Tired."
"You can crash upstairs if you want."
Steve looks, and sounds, a little concerned, his eyes searching Danny's face, and it's as if Danny's mind has been opened, because he's never realized before and now he does. Was all this naked swimming a ploy to get Danny naked, too? Is Chin right, and Danny's completely out of it because he hasn't seen it until now? Is he not the only one fucked up by this partnership?
"I, um, yeah."
Steve is wearing too little and standing too close to Danny, his wet hair shaking droplets of water over his face and chest and shoulder when he moves and Danny closes his hands into fists at his sides to keep himself from reaching out and swiping one of the drops, just to taste.
He doesn't like being speechless, and he knows Steve will suspect something if he doesn't say anything more.
"I'm just gonna crash for an hour and then I'll make my way home. Had one beer too many to drive. I hope the sheets in the guest room are clean."
"Last person to sleep in them was Grace."
"Fair enough, that works for me, she is my flesh and blood after all, I can sleep in the same bed she slept in, that's all right."
"Okay. Do you want me to wake you up?"
"Yes. No. Yes, do. In an hour."
Steve cocks his head, raises an eyebrow. Oh, dear fuck, he does have a puppy face, and he's pulling it right now, and Danny has not realized until now, shit, is he really that unobservant when it comes to Steve? No, no, that's impossible, he can't be, because he has observed Steve lots, okay, he could draw Steve with his eyes closed, he has observed so much.
"Okay. Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yep! Fine!"
Danny turns towards Chin just before he walks back inside the house, and gives him a look that means 'I hate you and I will never forgive you for putting the seed of this in my head', and he knows that Chin gets it, because, the bastard, he grins.
*
Okay, so, Danny is weak and stupid and way too nice, because he accepted to come to Steve on a day off to help him work on the house - there are still some bullet holes around in the kitchen and the front wall. But Steve lured him with the promise of Chinese take-away and Longboards and no mocking, so Danny said yes, because he's stupid.
When he gets there he lets himself in, but Steve is nowhere to be found. Of course he's nowhere to be found, and now Danny feels even more stupid, with his toolbox and his pack of mixed Doritos, alone in the middle of Steve's living-room. Seriously, the guy needs to learn basic manners, he is horrifying at times. And it's not like Danny isn't making an effort for things not to be weird, after what Chin told him and the sudden knowledge that, okay, maybe Steve looks at him more than he realized, and not always with his Aneurysm Face on.
It's not helping things, because it makes Danny want to jump a little more with every passing day, and he really can't afford it, because maybe Steve just looks at him like that, without meaning anything behind it, just looks at him. Who knows, with a man like Steve, anything can be true, Danny doesn't want to assume. And fuck, he's wearing a wifebeater and cut-off shorts and his old, battered Stan Smith, and he looks nothing like usual and he's completely out of his comfort zone when it comes to Steve and where the fuck is Steve anyway.
Danny drops his toolbox on the kitchen table and leaves the Doritos next to it, wandering out in the garden. He blinks in the sun, lowers his sunglasses over his eyes and finds himself smiling when he sees the little pile of clothes on the sand. Of course.
Steve emerges from the water and waves at Danny, who's walking closer so that they don't have to shout at each other, they do that often enough and it's their day off today. Steve seems to just look at him for a while, but he's too far for Danny to be able to interpret his face the right way.
"I thought we were supposed to do your house up."
"I've been on it all morning, needed a dip. Come on in! Water's amazing."
"There are things in this water, Steven."
"I'll protect you from the big bad sharks, come on!"
Steve grins, and Danny finds his resolve crumbling. It's a stupid grin that Steve's got but still, Danny has grown fond of it - he's grown fond of all things McGarrett, which is preoccupying.
"Why do you want me to join you so fucking much anyway? Is it some kind of pride thing, or a bet you made with Kono?"
Steve's smile fades a little, and he wades closer to Danny, walking up until the water is to his hips, and Danny swallows, his eyes travelling all over Steve's chest, unable to help himself. He is so, so fucked, because he so, so want to fuck his boss.
"No bet. It's just. How many months has it been now, since the first time I asked you if you'd skinny-dip with me?"
"I don't know, how do you expect me to know that. Um, when my flat was flooded, so 6 months ago? Something like that, why, what is your point?"
"You don't get it, do you?"
Frustration just boils over in Danny's blood, and he gets what Steve is on about because Chin told him and then he saw the puppy eyes and the smiles and possibly all that Steve wants right now is to get him naked, and he wants to be naked with Steve, yes, as it happens, he really does. Steve is dark, tall and handsome, and Danny maybe has a type.
So he groans and throws his shirt over his head and pushes his shorts off and toes his trainers and socks off and he's standing in his boxers on the beach. Steve's eyes are dark pits of lust, there is no way Danny can miss that, so he tugs his underwear down and there he is, naked, marching towards Steve as if his life depends on it.
And when he gets close enough, he ignores the way Steve is looking down, as if trying to see Danny's cock through the water, and pokes his chest, hard. He knows Steve hates it.
"I get it, you asshole, of course I get it, I'm not stupid, I'm a Detective, of course I get it. What I don't get is why you won't tell me, like a normal human being, that you want me? Why don't you get me drunk and then get me naked? What is wrong with you, that your seduction techniques involve showing me your ass at every occasion, what makes you think it's endearing?"
"Well, it worked, didn't it?"
"6 months, McGarrett. We could have been doing the dirty for 6 months."
Danny is far over the sleeping with your boss thing now, let's be honest, if even Chin assumed they were doing it, nobody gives a fuck and everybody thinks it's normal and was bound to happen anyway.
Steve laughs, and Danny's tension suddenly lifts off his shoulders, because it's a nice laugh, and it wraps around him and soothes the ache along his spine. Danny sighs, dropping his accusing finger and looking down. There is still space between them, water swirling around their bodies, and he takes a tentative step forward, but Steve steps back. Raising an eyebrow, Danny does it again, so does Steve. And on and on until Danny's got water all the way up his shoulders and Steve pressed against him, chest to chest.
Danny is growing annoyed again, this little game having lasted long enough for him, but finally, finally Steve lunges forward and kisses Danny, a hand in his hair and another one framing his jaw. Steve kisses like Danny's never been kissed, hard and hot and focused, like the whole world revolves around that kiss and he can't screw it up. Basically he kisses a little like he lives his life, and Danny digs his fingers in Steve's ribs and gives back as good as he's getting, everything else fading away. He's been dreaming and jerking off to these ideas and images for a long time now and the real thing - well, the real thing is making him hard, very quickly. He's not a teenager any more though, so he kinda lost the habit of this happening, and it makes his stomach do funny twists. When Steve groans into his mouth, though, dip him backwards a little and kisses him even deeper, Danny's stomach does an actual, honest-to-God somersault, and it's a good thing they're in the water because his knees can't support his weight any more.
He's not a fucking girl, he needs to get a grip, but the only grip he gets right now is the one he's got on Steve's body, with his hands and now with his legs, too, wrapped around Steve's, their cocks coming into contact.
"Oh, fuck."
Steve grits out the words after he's done nipping at Danny's bottom lip and fuck, it makes Danny feel funny things. But he's not a girl so he's not going to start trying to express what he's feeling right now, he'll just let it slide him over and fuck, they're really going to do this, like that, in the water, rolling their hips into each other like two teenagers.
"You do know I'm not 15 anymore, right?"
"Huh?"
Steve looks dazed and confused, his eyes heavy-lidded, his mouth red and raw and looking so fucking delicious Danny has to dig his fingers in Steve's flesh a little deeper to keep himself from going for it all over again.
"I mean this, us, rutting against each other in the water. We're not teenagers any more, I'll have you know, and I'd rather you fuck me, but you know, not here, I have a bad back, I'd like a bed."
"And flowers and candles?"
"No, just a bed. A bed would be enough."
Steve smiles, kisses Danny again, apparently because he can't stop himself, and nods.
"Okay. Waited 6 months, can wait 5 more minutes."
"Okay. Okay, good. Let's go then."
It's not a race, per se, but it's pretty damn close to one, and Steve fights dirty - he grabs Danny's ass as they're going up the stairs and stops them both to get on his knees, yes, on the stairs, and lick at Danny's ass for a moment, pushing his tongue inside and getting Danny to make noises he's never made before, his hand clutching the banister as if it's a lifeline. It's wet and obscene and nobody has ever done that to him before so it's a whole new array of sensations assaulting Danny, dirty filthy amazing sensations, and Steve hums a little, the sound reverberating through Danny's entire body.
It lasts forever and not nearly long enough at the same time, and Danny is trembling a little when Steve lets go of him, straightens up and runs his tongue up Danny's back. He's a fucking ninja doing all sorts of ninja moves on Danny and if it was under any other circumstances Danny would be pissed, okay, you don't take people by surprise like that, but it felt fucking amazing so Danny can't really complain.
"Why did you stop?"
Oh, well, he can complain a little.
"You wanted a bed, didn't you? And you also said something about me fucking you. This is just foreplay, I don't want you to come too soon."
Danny scoffs, walking towards the bedroom, his body tingling all over, everywhere Steve touches him, as he walks behind him.
"Excuse me, I told you earlier that I'm not 15 anymore, did you not get that? I am a grown man, I can hold my own thank you very much, ye of little faith."
Steve pulls Danny flush against him, right before they get to the bed, and Danny whines a little, the bed is just there, come on, but Steve wraps a hand around his cock and pulls, twists, does something he probably learned in Navy training and Danny's knees buckle, okay, he has to hold onto Steve's arm, gasping.
"What were you saying, Danny?"
"Shut up, shut up right now and fuck me."
Danny's words are more growls than anything else and it seems to spur Steve on, because he pushes Danny to kneel on the bed, following straight away, covering him with his own body, biting and kissing everywhere he can. They're both dripping wet but it doesn't seem to bother cleaning freak Steve-the-SEAL right now, for which Danny is grateful, because he certainly doesn't want to stop now. He's been wanting this for ages and it seems that Steve has been, too, and fuck, they've wasted so much time dancing around each other and using fights as foreplay, it's ridiculous. So now he's impatient, he can admit it to himself.
Turning around to face Steve, Danny grips the back of his head and pulls him down for a kiss, a little dirty and messy, their hips pressed tight together, cocks smearing precome over their stomach already, and Danny is immensely glad that he's not alone in this. Because Steve's features are relaxed but he's not showing that much, apart from the darkness in his eyes that Danny has never seen before. The smugness that was playing on Steve's face earlier is completely gone, though, replaced by something earnest and genuine and honest and hot that makes Danny want to kiss Steve over and over and over again.
They fall back on the bed, so Danny spreads his legs wide to allow Steve to settle in between them, their cocks snugly pressed against one another. The press pull slide of their wet skin as they thrust into each other makes the bed creak and complain and Danny smiles as he licks at Steve's jaw, their own muffled sounds - groan groan grunt moan - echoing with those of the bed underneath them.
When Steve pulls away, Danny bites his lip not to whine again, and watches Steve dig into his night stand, bringing up lube and a condom. It sends Danny's stomach into another loop, but he just grins when Steve looks at him, searching his eyes.
"You -"
"If you're about to ask me if I'm sure, I'm not a 15 year old virgin, I am a grown man and yes, I am sure I want you to fuck me. Possibly more than once, as well, if you perform to my standards. Yes, I have standards."
Steve just smiles - not stupidly or smugly, he just smiles like he means it and kisses Danny quickly, almost soft.
"I'll try my best."
"You do that."
Danny grins at Steve, who scoffs and leans down, licking Danny's nipple and woah, okay, Danny didn't know his nipples were that sensitive, but, okay. He can deal with that. He closes his eyes as Steve nips and flicks his tongue over his nipples, going back and forth between the two, and there are most stealthy Navy SEAL moves there because he doesn't hear a thing and doesn't realize a thing until Steve's got a finger against his ass, pushing in slowly, cautiously. Danny groans, pushing his head into the pillows, his back arching.
"Go for it, done it before, Steve."
"Don't care, very tight. Gonna take my time and do it right. I'm not asking for your opinion."
Danny clenches his jaw, but Steve gives him a challenging look, pressing his finger inside Danny a little bit further, crooking it in that exact right way that makes Danny see stars suddenly, his body shuddering as he grips the sheets.
"Oh, fuck, fuck yes!"
Danny's always been a vocal person - duh, shit, right? - but Steve is reducing him to soft groans and low moans as he works his finger inside him, slow at first, moving faster and faster as they build up a rhythm, Danny's hips finding Steve's hand in the middle. Then there's a second finger and the rhythm falls back to slow again, until Danny is panting and begging and tearing at the sheets with his hands. The third finger only comes when Danny is at the verge of going completely insane, the saltwater that was on his skin earlier replaced by sweat now, pooling in the creases of his stomach and slipping into his eyes, blurring his vision when he tries to open them and look at how Steve is licking around his hips.
Steve is making really low sounds, coming from the pit of his stomach, and it's perfectly wanting, full of lust, and it also sounds revering, and that makes Danny smile through the haze of his own pleasure. He opens his eyes when Steve stops moving his fingers, and their eyes meet, Danny raising an eyebrow.
"Again, why did you stop?"
"Because I don't want you to come around my fingers."
Danny plays with the idea for a second, his facial expression probably admitting to Steve that he's got a point. Steve smiles, hovering above Danny for a moment before kissing him, and everything stops for a moment, the world going still besides their lips and tongues and teeth and Danny needs Steve inside him. He flicks his tongue over Steve's lips when they pull away, their eyes locked for a moment, and no words could convey what they're telling each other then, longing, lust, need, love, finally, finally. They'd never say it but it's obvious to both of them anyway.
Steve rolls a condom over his cock quickly and efficiently, dropping some more lube over it, and Danny watches, a little enthralled, when Steve strokes his own erection, hissing as he tilts his head back. He looks positively glorious there, everything Danny wants, everything Danny has been wanting - apart from Grace but he's not thinking about his daughter in such a moment - since he came to Hawaii.
When Steve pushes his cock inside Danny, they both groan, they both tense and they both come crashing into each other, Steve's spine curling as he hides his face in Danny's neck, Danny's back arching into Steve as he grabs his biceps, fingers digging into inked skin. He would work on top of the designs and make his own if he could, mark Steve forever with how good this feels and how long he's been hoping for it and how much he loves him.
He loses track of his thoughts though when Steve's rhythm stutters and suddenly picks up, his hips crashing into Danny's with a slick wet sound of skin slapping against skin, and Danny cries out, reaching out behind him, fingers curling tight around the iron wrought headboard. With every thrust, the bed bangs against the wall and crushes Danny's fingers into it but the pain it sends through him feels like a good counterpart to the spikes of pleasure exploding all over him every time Steve thrusts in, hard and fast.
It's not a race to the finish line, though, because Steve is still kissing Danny all over, running his hands down Danny's ribs, with a controlled precision that makes Danny think Steve has much more self-control than him, even in such moments. And when Steve pulls away, straightening up, the angle of his cock inside Danny changing, Danny opens his eyes and moans through tight lips as he looks defiantly at Steve, daring him to go harder, faster, make him lose it completely. Steve is a picture of decadence, all that golden skin, the scars and tattoos and sweat and the way he's biting his lip so hard it has split and there's a little blood there too, his muscles tense and rolling under the skin and the look on his face, focused and almost too hard for Danny, until he groans and unravels a little, showing Danny under the mask.
Danny wants to push the mask away completely, so he raises a hand to Steve's chest, running his fingers through the sweat and up, up, until he can swipe the pearl of blood off Steve's lips, and he's about to lick it off himself but Steve catches his finger between his teeth, sucking it in his mouth, making the two of them groan, Danny spitting out curses and God's name. It's filthy and sweaty and it smells a little of violence but neither of them is repentant, and when Steve wraps one of his hands around Danny's cock, Danny clenches his muscles and they both feel the jolt. Steve trembles and the hairs on Danny's arms raise, and it's not going to be much longer, Danny lost it a while ago, he's ready to come and Steve is jerking him off in quick, tight strokes.
Danny's eyes close when he comes, his whole body unresponsive, doing its own thing, back arching and fingers twisting around the iron of the headboard and fisting over Steve's chest, legs wrapping around Steve's and toes curling as pleasure washes over him, completely taking him away, a tsunami of sensations that makes him forget everything, where he is who he is what's his name. The same thing rolls around in his head, SteveSteveSteve, and he's pretty sure he's chanting the name out loud, too, but really, he can't give a fuck.
It seems that it all sends Steve over the edge as well, because he goes still and tense, his eyes closed tight, and he chokes Danny's name out before slumping on top of him. Danny wraps his arms around Steve's shoulders, observing the rapidly forming bruises on his knuckles over Steve's head as he tries to regain his breathing himself, his chest heaving into Steve's.
"Well, now I know what to do to make you shut up."
Danny scoffs.
"Yeah, because that's going to go down so well in the office. Or the car."
"The beach. In public places."
"I am not having sex on the beach, Steve. Sand, sand everywhere, there is no way, I am not getting sand up my ass, nuh-huh, I will not consider that one."
Steve chuckles, kissing Danny's chest, nuzzling the hairs there, making Danny grin stupidly. Never thought Steve McGarrett would be a cuddler. He can deal with it.
"Fair enough. The car, though. And bent over your desk in the office. In the toilets at Kamekona's."
"If he finds us out he will sit on us and we will die."
"It'll just be another one of those days, then."
Danny starts laughing, flipping Steve off him, just enough to be able to breathe, to be able to dispose of the condom and to be able to slide his leg between Steve, nosing along Steve's jaw. He smells of sweat and sex.
"Yeah."
"What's your recovery rate?"
"Well, as I am still not a 15 year old, unfortunately it's moderately slow. Why?"
"Because we have 6 months to catch up on."
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 4 times Steve goes skinny-dipping and tries to get Danny to join, and 1 times he manages.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Word count: 7982
Author's note:
kapoosh_kapow has generously looked this over so if there is any errors/brit words left in, it's all my fault. Ahhh, the happy days of a new relationship with a new fandom. My Muse is on overload, I do apologize if you want me gone already. Wrote this at work, after one of my best friends decided to send a bunny my way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot. It's been a terribly long day. Of all the things that could happen on a day off - a kidnapping, half of the island being under the threat of a tsunami, or even a simple, easy armed robbery - this was not something Danny expected. He did not expect to come back to his flat after going for some Doritos and ice-cream to find his apartment flooded. Honest to God flooded, water flushing past his feet, drenching his loafers when he opened the door, stagnating in the most awful places, namely, his laundry basket.
His clothes are fucked, some of his papers are fucked, his pull out is fucked, it reeks of wet wood and mouldy boxers by the time he's done cleaning up, and what the fuck happened, he has no idea, but he knows he can't stay here. It's got to be yet another of those curses this stupid fucking island keeps on throwing at him, because it's not natural to have such bad luck in one place.
Calling Steve is the hardest thing Danny has to do, ever. Seriously, it's worse than having to sign divorce papers.
"Danny."
"Yeah, um, I know we're off and all, but, huh, well, I have kind of an emergency."
"Is everything all right? Gracie?"
"Grace's fine. No, it's just - I came back to my flat and it got flooded, so -"
Steve starts laughing. The full, loud kind of laugh he lets out so rarely and Danny is not happy to hear that sound, okay, he's not. He's angry, and his socks are wet, and his shoes are fucked, he's tired and his ice-cream has melted. Life sucks, and Steve is mocking him.
"Okay, fuck you, this was a bad idea, shouldn't have called you -"
"Hold on, Danno. Come crash here. I've got more than enough space."
"Yeah, thank you, but no thank you, all right? I'm not in the mood for you to laugh in my face for the rest of the day; I'll find a motel room somewhere, thank you very much. Of course you and your downright backwards social skills would find this amusing."
"I'm sorry, Danny, come on, don't sulk. Come over. I'll even cook."
"What, and give me food poisoning with a chargrilled, bloody steak? I'll pass."
Danny knows he's pushing it now, because they both know perfectly he'll end up crashing in Steve's guest room, he wouldn't have called otherwise, but he can't help it. And he can't bring himself to say thanks, either.
"I swear I'll hire a fucking cook if it keeps you silent and gets your ass in gear."
There's no laughter anymore in Steve's voice, and Danny sighs. This is the end of it, fuck, he hates not having the last word, especially with Steve, because Steve is so confident and smug and hot and - fuck. Slapping a hand over his face, Danny sighs again, just for good measure.
"Fine, I'll be there soon."
Danny gathers what clothes he can save, puts another load of damp but necessary ones in a bag to wash at Steve's, He doesn't really take anything else, just jumps in his Camaro and drives away to Steve, away from his shithole of an apartment.
And weirdly enough, okay, Steve is nice to him when he gets there. There are malasadas on the kitchen table and potatoes bobbing about in a pan full of boiling water, and Steve moving seamlessly around his kitchen, using a knife that looks more like it was made for situations like a civil war in Africa than to gut a fish, Steve's activity of the minute.
Danny grabs a donut and sets to watch Steve, watch how the setting sun is pouring gold in Steve's hair, watch how his muscles roll under his shirt. He tries not to be enthralled.
"I'm going to need your washing machine."
"Oh, yeah, can imagine that. It's fine. Laundry room."
Steve points to the door with the knife, fish guts and blood dripping from it, and Danny hasn't puked since 1996 but he really wants to right now, okay, he really does, this is disgusting and Steve isn't even wearing gloves and how is this hygienic, Danny wonders.
He doesn't say anything - he doesn't want Steve to mock him more tonight, he's tired and he just wants to sleep in a bed that isn't going to squelch every time he turns about. He does his laundry, lets it out on the lanai, and then they both eat outside, a case of long boards by Steve's feet.
"You know, you're too tense, Danny."
"Ah. So before I was sensitive, and now I'm too tense. What gives, Steven? What would even make you think that I'm too tense, on a day where my apartment got flooded, huh? What normal human being - by this I mean someone that emotionally stunted - would get stressed by the fact that he might have to spend thousands he doesn't have on fixing a flat he hates, huh? No, really, I'm stunned by this, Steven. Call it an epiphany."
His hands move about as he talks, as always, growing agitated as soon as Steve opens his mouth, because it's better to yell at him than to jump him, maybe. Steve only smiles in answer, though, as he does, running his tongue over his top teeth before replying.
"Let's go skinny-dipping."
"What? What? I knew you were insane, but this is reaching new levels. I'm going to call the hospital on you, Steve McGarrett, don't think I won't do it, I will, and the men in white will take you and take good care of you."
Steve laughs again, tilting his head back before taking a sip of his beer and his Adam's apple bob up, and Danny has to tear his eyes away, feeling them water a little. Shit, fuck you sand and wind and salt.
"I'm just saying it'd do you good to let go a little."
"Says the Navy SEAL with the enormous chip on his shoulder. The day you unclench your ass I'll think about letting go."
He realizes how wrong that sounds when Steve chuckles again, shaking his head and looking away, eyes setting on the calm sea ahead of them. Danny almost feels like apologizing, but then Steve grins.
"Fine. Suit yourself. Bed's made for you upstairs."
Steve whips off his shirt, and their nice dinner turns into another one of these moments where Danny's tongue grows too big for his mouth. He turns away and ducks inside the house before he lets himself see where exactly does the tramp stamp tattoo Steve possesses actually ends.
*
Danny would love to ask Steve what exactly he thinks he's doing, but it's too late, Steve has already disappeared inside the building in which a rogue Marine has taken hostage a slew of people, including Malia, Chin's ex-fiancé, possibly girlfriend again. To say that Chin is pretty much shook up and not at his most serene right now would be the understatement of the century, which is probably why Steve has decided to go in alone, like the fucking idiot he is. They don't even have a plan, and Danny hates not having a plan, hates not being able to help right now because Steve is just too fucking headstrong to listen to what people are telling him.
Steve is a fucking poster boy for craziness and the obvious need for therapy in this world. A magnet for trouble and he loves it, too, he loves crashing headlong into it like, like if he doesn't almost die on a daily basis, there is something missing in his life. The man is batshit insane.
And as Steve tells them his position over his earpiece, Danny thinks about Gracie and how he shouldn't let Steve rub off on him as he does, because he has a daughter and he just can't die, because if he dies then she'll start calling Step-Stan Daddy and this is not going to happen, okay, he is Daddy and he is Danno and he loves Gracie more than life itself, and Step-Stan will never get to buy that with ponies and rabbits.
But fact is, Steve is sort of rubbing off on him and now he's itching to get inside the building, too, to have a visual and check if he's got any clean shot of the mad Marine, he wants to be Steve's backup. He's been Steve's backup for months, now, him and Chin and Kono, but right now Kono is busy trying to keep Chin from blasting in there all shotguns out, a very Steve thing to do, so Danny's doing a bit of waiting on his own and he hates that. He's ready to run in if things turn sour, which they probably will, given their track record, but for now he's there.
And fuck it, he can't do that. Pulling his gun out, Danny walks inside the building, making his step as light as possible as he advances towards the room they all know the Marine and his hostages are. So he's not a Navy SEAL, okay, fine, fair enough, but he's a trained cop and he can be stealthy, okay, he's got moves and he's smooth, okay, he can do this.
Steve hasn't said anything in ten minutes, too, so Danny's getting a little antsy. Steve better not get shot, if he does, Danny will be pissed off. Already he's off there playing the hero, as if they couldn't figure out a plan beforehand, no, of course not, Navy SEALs don't apparently need plans. Steve has issues, no, really, big issues and complexes and shit that shrinks would love. But still, radio silence for more than 10 minutes is not good and Danny is entitled to know what's going on. After all, he's not the one that wants to keep tabs on everything Steve does at all times, that's all Steve's thing, to want to know everything about Danny and his schedule. So it just seems fair.
There's one gunshot, echoing through the walls barely three seconds before Danny gets inside the room with the hostages. He finds the Marine on the ground; of course it's the Marine down, not Steve, why is his heart beating so fast? Steve is busy ushering the hostages out, and Danny moves out of the way, his eyes on the man on the floor. He walks over, checks his pulse, yeah, no, one clean shot, didn't need more.
"What are you doing here, Danny?"
"I was being your backup, you know, the first reason why you asked me on your team."
Steve opens his mouth, frowns.
"It wasn't - you know what, nevermind. Let's go."
The fight explodes in the car - it's always in the car, Danny doesn't know why, maybe because it's the most private space they get most of the time. But anyway, the dark cloud that was looming over Steve's head finally starts pouring on Danny.
"What the fuck where you doing in that building, Danny?"
"Excuse me? Last time I checked, you are not one, my mother, two, my legal guardian. I am a trained police officer and I can take care of myself in such situations! What if you'd been shot, huh? I was just doing what I always do, making sure your stupid, reckless ass comes back in one piece!"
"I was fine and you know it! You can't do stuff like that without letting me know, Danny. If it hadn't been over, if you'd surprised me, you could have been the one with a bullet in your chest and not that Marine! It was stupid, Danny, and unnecessary -"
"Woah, woah, hold up, stop it, right now. What am I in this team for, huh, Steve? Am I your partner? Because last time I checked, that was in my job description, and whatever made you think you could just go in there without even telling me beforehand and not expect me to do something, whatever part of your deranged brain told you that was okay was, well, very wrong. Oh so very wrong, because God help me if I let you walk into some trap and not back you up and then you get shot, I'll never forgive you for it."
"You're supposed to say myself! I'll never forgive myself!"
"Glad to see you think the same as I do. Now would you keep your eyes on the road, Steven, please, you're going to drive us into a ditch."
Danny feels a sense of triumph for having kept the upper hand on that fight. It's too rare for Steve to lose his temper, and it gives Danny an unfair disadvantage. Steve's fingers clench around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, and Danny can see the muscles in his jaw tense and relax and tense again, but he doesn't reply for a long time. He doesn't reply until they're almost at his, actually.
"I should have told you what I was planning on doing."
"Oh, yeah, there we go, Steven! A step in the right direction. Now just make sure you tell me before you do anything."
"Yeah. Yeah, sorry."
Danny deflates, looking away, out of the window. Steve parks the car in front of his house, but neither of them move for a while.
"Want to come in for a beer? A dip, maybe?"
"I think I'm just gonna go home."
"I know you don't swim for fun, but you know, maybe it'll surprise you. It's very good for the tension in your shoulders."
"First, don't talk about the tension in my shoulders, I don't have any tension in my shoulders, and second, even if I was inclined to think maybe a swim is not such a bad idea right now, I don't have my swimming trunks."
"Don't need them. Private beach, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember, and no. I am not getting naked in your backyard, McGarrett, what is this, this is a whole new level of wrong, you have to stop it right there."
As wrong as it is, it's nice to see a smile on Steve's face, see that he relaxed - maybe not gave up the whole thing, but getting there. Ready to move on.
"Well, I had no idea you were such a prude."
"Oh, fuck off, fuck right off, go and get naked in your backyard, Steve, I don't give a shit, I'm going home."
Steve starts laughing, clapping Danny's shoulder before opening the car door.
"Come on, come have a beer at least. I promise I won't get naked in front of you, prude."
Danny flips him off before stepping out of the car.
*
It's just Danny's luck that a storm hits the island on the weekend he's got Grace. He has all these plans of things to do with her, get shave ice and go swimming and show her how badly he can surf, but instead he's stuck indoors. And they're at Steve because as soon as the warning was out, Steve called Danny, afraid that his flat was, honest to God, not going to make it through the storm. Danny is obedient enough - Gracie likes Steve, and his house provides much more floor space on which she could spread her Barbies' and their clothes.
There's something amazingly endearing in watching Steve sit on the floor of his living room and let Grace explain to him how Ken and Barbie has got into a fight and Skipper is the only one that can help, in all terrible seriousness that breaks Danny's heart a little - he is most aware that this whole scenario popped into his little girl's head thanks to her parents less than stellar relationship.
Steve takes it in his stride, though, helping her put on outfits, driving the pink Mercedes around the floor, and he even delivers pregnant Barbie's baby. All the while, Danny cheers on from the couch, letting Grace bark orders, and letting Steve obey them.
It's incredibly entertaining to watch. Then they went on to make their own pizzas, from scratch, and after a flour fight they manage to get to a common ground - one ham and pineapple pizza, one cheese and pepperoni pizza, one slice reserved on each for Grace. Danny would complain that his princess is losing her Jersey identity but he sees how she eats the pepperoni slice last, which reassures him, in some deep-seated level.
They settle in front of the tv to watch Tangled, and Grace talks and talks about how she is going to grow her hair that long so her Prince can find her. It's freaky and Danny is not ready to talk about Princes or boyfriends or any man anywhere near his daughter, but he forgives her for wanting to get away from him when she falls asleep, snuggled close to him.
He takes her upstairs to the guest room and stays there for a while, just looking at Grace sleeping, peaceful, happy, arms tight around the latest stuffed toy she has decided is the one she loves most. It's when he's about to lower the curtains that he sees the shape through the rain, outside, standing there, looking out at the angry ocean.
He watches as the shape drops his clothes - he knows perfectly well that the shape is Steve, he's not stupid thank you very much, and Steve is the only person insane enough to get out in the rain in this weather anyway. The rain hits the window rhythmically; almost angry enough to worry Danny it's going to break the glass. The thought is just fleeting, though, because he can see now that Steve is naked, naked, naked, the fucking exhibitionist. And he's running towards the ocean and jumps in and splashes around and Danny needs to be in another room than his daughter right now because when Steve's ass emerges from the water and disappears again something twist low in Danny's gut and his cock stirs.
He goes downstairs, stands just outside the French doors and looks out through the rain, tries his best to make out Steve somewhere in the water, but he can't. When the wind moves it whips rain in Danny's face and he sputters, turning away, back inside the kitchen. He's got time to clean up the mess they made while cooking and wash the dishes - they won't be to Steve's standards but fuck him, he can do it himself if he has a problem with Danny's method. He cracks open a beer when he hears Steve tiptoeing back inside, wearing his rain-soaked clothes and toweling his hair dry.
"Hey, got one for me?"
"Sure, Mister Crazy."
"What have I done now?"
Steve sounds genuinely surprised. Danny is bewildered.
"What do you mean, what have you done? There's a storm out there and you, you just go for a swim? What planet do you come from where this is normal?"
Steve's clothes are clinging to him in all the wrong places, and Danny is thankful for the table between the two of them, because he's hard, and there is no way he'd be able to hide it, and he doesn't want Steve to see it, no way, no fucking way in Hell is he going through that humiliation.
Steve shrugs, one shoulder and a smirk. Danny wants to punch him a little. Or jump him. Both are wrong, though.
"It was cool, though. You should have come."
"Yeah, no, don't act as if that would ever have happened. And fuck, you need to get changed, you're going to catch death in those clothes, get yourself dry at least, really, where is your sense of self-preservation."
"Fine."
Steve peels his shirt off, right there in the kitchen, and then his shorts, and he's naked, just like that, the fucking tease, and Danny knows he's doing it on purpose, but he can't yell and be angry, he can't even talk and okay, that never happens. Fuck.
The tattoo on the small of Steve's back is enormous and Danny wants to lick it, and he wants to be angry for wanting to lick it but right now, he just wants to lick it, and Steve is looking at him from over his shoulder as he knots the towel over his hip. He doesn't look surprised, or as if he doesn't know what he's doing, because, that bastard, he knows perfectly well what he's doing and this is all a fucking game to him. How to drive Danny completely mental in 5 lessons by Lt. Commander Steve Mc-fucking-Garrett.
"Happy?"
Danny manages to stop gritting his teeth, but it takes a fucking lot of effort.
"Delighted."
*
"He's doing it again."
Chin looks up from his steak and salad, giving Danny a curious look. Malia and Kono are inside the house somewhere, probably not cooking. But since they cooked all the food in the world for this barbecue it doesn't really matter anyway. Ben's asleep in the reclining chair Steve dragged from inside earlier, before people started coming in for the barbecue. So it's only Danny and Chin right now.
Oh, yeah, because Steve is once again naked, and running towards the ocean as if he's a Japanese cartoon character. The guy doesn't know what being self-conscious means, nor does he have any kind of dignity or modesty, but Danny guesses showering with other men for 10 years does that to someone. He's offered them to join, even puppy-eyed Danny a little.
Chin chuckles, shrugs, eats a chunk of his steak before answering.
"He's confident, and he likes swimming."
"There's being confident and there's being an exhibitionist. We could arrest him."
"Aw, but you wouldn't, now, would you? Why aren't you going along anyway?"
"I - what? Excuse me, I'm not going to start getting my junk out every time I want to take a dip. What makes you think I would even want to go swimming naked with McGarrett, I don't get it, this team is full of crazy people."
"Okay, all right, sorry, brah. I just thought you two...I mean, the way he looks at you. I don't know. Shouldn't have assumed, sorry. Not my business."
"You damn right you shouldn't have assumed! But wait, what, what way does he look at me?"
Chin gives Danny a look, a long look, as if he's trying to determine if Danny is toying with him or if he's serious and has no idea what he's talking about. And well, Danny has honestly no idea what Chin is on about, because from his eyes, Steve only looks at him with either a mocking face, or an Aneurysm face, and that is it. There are no other faces that Steve pulls when they're around each other.
"He looks at you as if he's a dog and you're a bone. A juicy one."
"Okay, okay, I heard enough, nevermind, forget I even asked, you are out of your mind, Chin Ho Kelly, let's be quiet now, eat your steak, come on."
Chin smirks, and Danny's eyes turn towards the ocean, watches Steve emerge out of the water, all chest and tattoos and - that is a nice cock he's got and fuck, fuck. Danny averts his eyes right away, looking at the night sky, looking at his beer, looking at Ben. Chin chuckles next to him. Danny is growing slightly agitated, he hates that, he's a detective, people shouldn't guess and discover things before he does, it's just not right.
"You know, there's this river in Egypt, and you're swimming in it."
Danny has a ton of arguments on the tip of his tongue, because he is not, okay, he's not swimming in anything, and he's not swimming with anyone, what is this sudden fixation they all have with swimming - swimming naked for some of them - seriously, at this stage it's not even healthy anymore. Danny would like to know when has this become his life, when his colleagues have started assuming that he's fucking the boss, what is this, he's never done such a thing in his life and it's not because he's in love with said boss that he's going to start, okay, it's just not ethical.
"Fuck you, is all I have to say to that. I'm gonna go inside now."
Danny stands and marches to the inside of the house, only to basically crash into Steve, who is walking to the table, all wet, wearing only shorts, and his neck is just there and so is his collarbone and Danny clamps his mouth shut to keep from licking the saltwater off it.
"Um, sorry about that."
"Distracted, Danno?"
"Yeah. Tired."
"You can crash upstairs if you want."
Steve looks, and sounds, a little concerned, his eyes searching Danny's face, and it's as if Danny's mind has been opened, because he's never realized before and now he does. Was all this naked swimming a ploy to get Danny naked, too? Is Chin right, and Danny's completely out of it because he hasn't seen it until now? Is he not the only one fucked up by this partnership?
"I, um, yeah."
Steve is wearing too little and standing too close to Danny, his wet hair shaking droplets of water over his face and chest and shoulder when he moves and Danny closes his hands into fists at his sides to keep himself from reaching out and swiping one of the drops, just to taste.
He doesn't like being speechless, and he knows Steve will suspect something if he doesn't say anything more.
"I'm just gonna crash for an hour and then I'll make my way home. Had one beer too many to drive. I hope the sheets in the guest room are clean."
"Last person to sleep in them was Grace."
"Fair enough, that works for me, she is my flesh and blood after all, I can sleep in the same bed she slept in, that's all right."
"Okay. Do you want me to wake you up?"
"Yes. No. Yes, do. In an hour."
Steve cocks his head, raises an eyebrow. Oh, dear fuck, he does have a puppy face, and he's pulling it right now, and Danny has not realized until now, shit, is he really that unobservant when it comes to Steve? No, no, that's impossible, he can't be, because he has observed Steve lots, okay, he could draw Steve with his eyes closed, he has observed so much.
"Okay. Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yep! Fine!"
Danny turns towards Chin just before he walks back inside the house, and gives him a look that means 'I hate you and I will never forgive you for putting the seed of this in my head', and he knows that Chin gets it, because, the bastard, he grins.
*
Okay, so, Danny is weak and stupid and way too nice, because he accepted to come to Steve on a day off to help him work on the house - there are still some bullet holes around in the kitchen and the front wall. But Steve lured him with the promise of Chinese take-away and Longboards and no mocking, so Danny said yes, because he's stupid.
When he gets there he lets himself in, but Steve is nowhere to be found. Of course he's nowhere to be found, and now Danny feels even more stupid, with his toolbox and his pack of mixed Doritos, alone in the middle of Steve's living-room. Seriously, the guy needs to learn basic manners, he is horrifying at times. And it's not like Danny isn't making an effort for things not to be weird, after what Chin told him and the sudden knowledge that, okay, maybe Steve looks at him more than he realized, and not always with his Aneurysm Face on.
It's not helping things, because it makes Danny want to jump a little more with every passing day, and he really can't afford it, because maybe Steve just looks at him like that, without meaning anything behind it, just looks at him. Who knows, with a man like Steve, anything can be true, Danny doesn't want to assume. And fuck, he's wearing a wifebeater and cut-off shorts and his old, battered Stan Smith, and he looks nothing like usual and he's completely out of his comfort zone when it comes to Steve and where the fuck is Steve anyway.
Danny drops his toolbox on the kitchen table and leaves the Doritos next to it, wandering out in the garden. He blinks in the sun, lowers his sunglasses over his eyes and finds himself smiling when he sees the little pile of clothes on the sand. Of course.
Steve emerges from the water and waves at Danny, who's walking closer so that they don't have to shout at each other, they do that often enough and it's their day off today. Steve seems to just look at him for a while, but he's too far for Danny to be able to interpret his face the right way.
"I thought we were supposed to do your house up."
"I've been on it all morning, needed a dip. Come on in! Water's amazing."
"There are things in this water, Steven."
"I'll protect you from the big bad sharks, come on!"
Steve grins, and Danny finds his resolve crumbling. It's a stupid grin that Steve's got but still, Danny has grown fond of it - he's grown fond of all things McGarrett, which is preoccupying.
"Why do you want me to join you so fucking much anyway? Is it some kind of pride thing, or a bet you made with Kono?"
Steve's smile fades a little, and he wades closer to Danny, walking up until the water is to his hips, and Danny swallows, his eyes travelling all over Steve's chest, unable to help himself. He is so, so fucked, because he so, so want to fuck his boss.
"No bet. It's just. How many months has it been now, since the first time I asked you if you'd skinny-dip with me?"
"I don't know, how do you expect me to know that. Um, when my flat was flooded, so 6 months ago? Something like that, why, what is your point?"
"You don't get it, do you?"
Frustration just boils over in Danny's blood, and he gets what Steve is on about because Chin told him and then he saw the puppy eyes and the smiles and possibly all that Steve wants right now is to get him naked, and he wants to be naked with Steve, yes, as it happens, he really does. Steve is dark, tall and handsome, and Danny maybe has a type.
So he groans and throws his shirt over his head and pushes his shorts off and toes his trainers and socks off and he's standing in his boxers on the beach. Steve's eyes are dark pits of lust, there is no way Danny can miss that, so he tugs his underwear down and there he is, naked, marching towards Steve as if his life depends on it.
And when he gets close enough, he ignores the way Steve is looking down, as if trying to see Danny's cock through the water, and pokes his chest, hard. He knows Steve hates it.
"I get it, you asshole, of course I get it, I'm not stupid, I'm a Detective, of course I get it. What I don't get is why you won't tell me, like a normal human being, that you want me? Why don't you get me drunk and then get me naked? What is wrong with you, that your seduction techniques involve showing me your ass at every occasion, what makes you think it's endearing?"
"Well, it worked, didn't it?"
"6 months, McGarrett. We could have been doing the dirty for 6 months."
Danny is far over the sleeping with your boss thing now, let's be honest, if even Chin assumed they were doing it, nobody gives a fuck and everybody thinks it's normal and was bound to happen anyway.
Steve laughs, and Danny's tension suddenly lifts off his shoulders, because it's a nice laugh, and it wraps around him and soothes the ache along his spine. Danny sighs, dropping his accusing finger and looking down. There is still space between them, water swirling around their bodies, and he takes a tentative step forward, but Steve steps back. Raising an eyebrow, Danny does it again, so does Steve. And on and on until Danny's got water all the way up his shoulders and Steve pressed against him, chest to chest.
Danny is growing annoyed again, this little game having lasted long enough for him, but finally, finally Steve lunges forward and kisses Danny, a hand in his hair and another one framing his jaw. Steve kisses like Danny's never been kissed, hard and hot and focused, like the whole world revolves around that kiss and he can't screw it up. Basically he kisses a little like he lives his life, and Danny digs his fingers in Steve's ribs and gives back as good as he's getting, everything else fading away. He's been dreaming and jerking off to these ideas and images for a long time now and the real thing - well, the real thing is making him hard, very quickly. He's not a teenager any more though, so he kinda lost the habit of this happening, and it makes his stomach do funny twists. When Steve groans into his mouth, though, dip him backwards a little and kisses him even deeper, Danny's stomach does an actual, honest-to-God somersault, and it's a good thing they're in the water because his knees can't support his weight any more.
He's not a fucking girl, he needs to get a grip, but the only grip he gets right now is the one he's got on Steve's body, with his hands and now with his legs, too, wrapped around Steve's, their cocks coming into contact.
"Oh, fuck."
Steve grits out the words after he's done nipping at Danny's bottom lip and fuck, it makes Danny feel funny things. But he's not a girl so he's not going to start trying to express what he's feeling right now, he'll just let it slide him over and fuck, they're really going to do this, like that, in the water, rolling their hips into each other like two teenagers.
"You do know I'm not 15 anymore, right?"
"Huh?"
Steve looks dazed and confused, his eyes heavy-lidded, his mouth red and raw and looking so fucking delicious Danny has to dig his fingers in Steve's flesh a little deeper to keep himself from going for it all over again.
"I mean this, us, rutting against each other in the water. We're not teenagers any more, I'll have you know, and I'd rather you fuck me, but you know, not here, I have a bad back, I'd like a bed."
"And flowers and candles?"
"No, just a bed. A bed would be enough."
Steve smiles, kisses Danny again, apparently because he can't stop himself, and nods.
"Okay. Waited 6 months, can wait 5 more minutes."
"Okay. Okay, good. Let's go then."
It's not a race, per se, but it's pretty damn close to one, and Steve fights dirty - he grabs Danny's ass as they're going up the stairs and stops them both to get on his knees, yes, on the stairs, and lick at Danny's ass for a moment, pushing his tongue inside and getting Danny to make noises he's never made before, his hand clutching the banister as if it's a lifeline. It's wet and obscene and nobody has ever done that to him before so it's a whole new array of sensations assaulting Danny, dirty filthy amazing sensations, and Steve hums a little, the sound reverberating through Danny's entire body.
It lasts forever and not nearly long enough at the same time, and Danny is trembling a little when Steve lets go of him, straightens up and runs his tongue up Danny's back. He's a fucking ninja doing all sorts of ninja moves on Danny and if it was under any other circumstances Danny would be pissed, okay, you don't take people by surprise like that, but it felt fucking amazing so Danny can't really complain.
"Why did you stop?"
Oh, well, he can complain a little.
"You wanted a bed, didn't you? And you also said something about me fucking you. This is just foreplay, I don't want you to come too soon."
Danny scoffs, walking towards the bedroom, his body tingling all over, everywhere Steve touches him, as he walks behind him.
"Excuse me, I told you earlier that I'm not 15 anymore, did you not get that? I am a grown man, I can hold my own thank you very much, ye of little faith."
Steve pulls Danny flush against him, right before they get to the bed, and Danny whines a little, the bed is just there, come on, but Steve wraps a hand around his cock and pulls, twists, does something he probably learned in Navy training and Danny's knees buckle, okay, he has to hold onto Steve's arm, gasping.
"What were you saying, Danny?"
"Shut up, shut up right now and fuck me."
Danny's words are more growls than anything else and it seems to spur Steve on, because he pushes Danny to kneel on the bed, following straight away, covering him with his own body, biting and kissing everywhere he can. They're both dripping wet but it doesn't seem to bother cleaning freak Steve-the-SEAL right now, for which Danny is grateful, because he certainly doesn't want to stop now. He's been wanting this for ages and it seems that Steve has been, too, and fuck, they've wasted so much time dancing around each other and using fights as foreplay, it's ridiculous. So now he's impatient, he can admit it to himself.
Turning around to face Steve, Danny grips the back of his head and pulls him down for a kiss, a little dirty and messy, their hips pressed tight together, cocks smearing precome over their stomach already, and Danny is immensely glad that he's not alone in this. Because Steve's features are relaxed but he's not showing that much, apart from the darkness in his eyes that Danny has never seen before. The smugness that was playing on Steve's face earlier is completely gone, though, replaced by something earnest and genuine and honest and hot that makes Danny want to kiss Steve over and over and over again.
They fall back on the bed, so Danny spreads his legs wide to allow Steve to settle in between them, their cocks snugly pressed against one another. The press pull slide of their wet skin as they thrust into each other makes the bed creak and complain and Danny smiles as he licks at Steve's jaw, their own muffled sounds - groan groan grunt moan - echoing with those of the bed underneath them.
When Steve pulls away, Danny bites his lip not to whine again, and watches Steve dig into his night stand, bringing up lube and a condom. It sends Danny's stomach into another loop, but he just grins when Steve looks at him, searching his eyes.
"You -"
"If you're about to ask me if I'm sure, I'm not a 15 year old virgin, I am a grown man and yes, I am sure I want you to fuck me. Possibly more than once, as well, if you perform to my standards. Yes, I have standards."
Steve just smiles - not stupidly or smugly, he just smiles like he means it and kisses Danny quickly, almost soft.
"I'll try my best."
"You do that."
Danny grins at Steve, who scoffs and leans down, licking Danny's nipple and woah, okay, Danny didn't know his nipples were that sensitive, but, okay. He can deal with that. He closes his eyes as Steve nips and flicks his tongue over his nipples, going back and forth between the two, and there are most stealthy Navy SEAL moves there because he doesn't hear a thing and doesn't realize a thing until Steve's got a finger against his ass, pushing in slowly, cautiously. Danny groans, pushing his head into the pillows, his back arching.
"Go for it, done it before, Steve."
"Don't care, very tight. Gonna take my time and do it right. I'm not asking for your opinion."
Danny clenches his jaw, but Steve gives him a challenging look, pressing his finger inside Danny a little bit further, crooking it in that exact right way that makes Danny see stars suddenly, his body shuddering as he grips the sheets.
"Oh, fuck, fuck yes!"
Danny's always been a vocal person - duh, shit, right? - but Steve is reducing him to soft groans and low moans as he works his finger inside him, slow at first, moving faster and faster as they build up a rhythm, Danny's hips finding Steve's hand in the middle. Then there's a second finger and the rhythm falls back to slow again, until Danny is panting and begging and tearing at the sheets with his hands. The third finger only comes when Danny is at the verge of going completely insane, the saltwater that was on his skin earlier replaced by sweat now, pooling in the creases of his stomach and slipping into his eyes, blurring his vision when he tries to open them and look at how Steve is licking around his hips.
Steve is making really low sounds, coming from the pit of his stomach, and it's perfectly wanting, full of lust, and it also sounds revering, and that makes Danny smile through the haze of his own pleasure. He opens his eyes when Steve stops moving his fingers, and their eyes meet, Danny raising an eyebrow.
"Again, why did you stop?"
"Because I don't want you to come around my fingers."
Danny plays with the idea for a second, his facial expression probably admitting to Steve that he's got a point. Steve smiles, hovering above Danny for a moment before kissing him, and everything stops for a moment, the world going still besides their lips and tongues and teeth and Danny needs Steve inside him. He flicks his tongue over Steve's lips when they pull away, their eyes locked for a moment, and no words could convey what they're telling each other then, longing, lust, need, love, finally, finally. They'd never say it but it's obvious to both of them anyway.
Steve rolls a condom over his cock quickly and efficiently, dropping some more lube over it, and Danny watches, a little enthralled, when Steve strokes his own erection, hissing as he tilts his head back. He looks positively glorious there, everything Danny wants, everything Danny has been wanting - apart from Grace but he's not thinking about his daughter in such a moment - since he came to Hawaii.
When Steve pushes his cock inside Danny, they both groan, they both tense and they both come crashing into each other, Steve's spine curling as he hides his face in Danny's neck, Danny's back arching into Steve as he grabs his biceps, fingers digging into inked skin. He would work on top of the designs and make his own if he could, mark Steve forever with how good this feels and how long he's been hoping for it and how much he loves him.
He loses track of his thoughts though when Steve's rhythm stutters and suddenly picks up, his hips crashing into Danny's with a slick wet sound of skin slapping against skin, and Danny cries out, reaching out behind him, fingers curling tight around the iron wrought headboard. With every thrust, the bed bangs against the wall and crushes Danny's fingers into it but the pain it sends through him feels like a good counterpart to the spikes of pleasure exploding all over him every time Steve thrusts in, hard and fast.
It's not a race to the finish line, though, because Steve is still kissing Danny all over, running his hands down Danny's ribs, with a controlled precision that makes Danny think Steve has much more self-control than him, even in such moments. And when Steve pulls away, straightening up, the angle of his cock inside Danny changing, Danny opens his eyes and moans through tight lips as he looks defiantly at Steve, daring him to go harder, faster, make him lose it completely. Steve is a picture of decadence, all that golden skin, the scars and tattoos and sweat and the way he's biting his lip so hard it has split and there's a little blood there too, his muscles tense and rolling under the skin and the look on his face, focused and almost too hard for Danny, until he groans and unravels a little, showing Danny under the mask.
Danny wants to push the mask away completely, so he raises a hand to Steve's chest, running his fingers through the sweat and up, up, until he can swipe the pearl of blood off Steve's lips, and he's about to lick it off himself but Steve catches his finger between his teeth, sucking it in his mouth, making the two of them groan, Danny spitting out curses and God's name. It's filthy and sweaty and it smells a little of violence but neither of them is repentant, and when Steve wraps one of his hands around Danny's cock, Danny clenches his muscles and they both feel the jolt. Steve trembles and the hairs on Danny's arms raise, and it's not going to be much longer, Danny lost it a while ago, he's ready to come and Steve is jerking him off in quick, tight strokes.
Danny's eyes close when he comes, his whole body unresponsive, doing its own thing, back arching and fingers twisting around the iron of the headboard and fisting over Steve's chest, legs wrapping around Steve's and toes curling as pleasure washes over him, completely taking him away, a tsunami of sensations that makes him forget everything, where he is who he is what's his name. The same thing rolls around in his head, SteveSteveSteve, and he's pretty sure he's chanting the name out loud, too, but really, he can't give a fuck.
It seems that it all sends Steve over the edge as well, because he goes still and tense, his eyes closed tight, and he chokes Danny's name out before slumping on top of him. Danny wraps his arms around Steve's shoulders, observing the rapidly forming bruises on his knuckles over Steve's head as he tries to regain his breathing himself, his chest heaving into Steve's.
"Well, now I know what to do to make you shut up."
Danny scoffs.
"Yeah, because that's going to go down so well in the office. Or the car."
"The beach. In public places."
"I am not having sex on the beach, Steve. Sand, sand everywhere, there is no way, I am not getting sand up my ass, nuh-huh, I will not consider that one."
Steve chuckles, kissing Danny's chest, nuzzling the hairs there, making Danny grin stupidly. Never thought Steve McGarrett would be a cuddler. He can deal with it.
"Fair enough. The car, though. And bent over your desk in the office. In the toilets at Kamekona's."
"If he finds us out he will sit on us and we will die."
"It'll just be another one of those days, then."
Danny starts laughing, flipping Steve off him, just enough to be able to breathe, to be able to dispose of the condom and to be able to slide his leg between Steve, nosing along Steve's jaw. He smells of sweat and sex.
"Yeah."
"What's your recovery rate?"
"Well, as I am still not a 15 year old, unfortunately it's moderately slow. Why?"
"Because we have 6 months to catch up on."
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Date: 2011-04-07 09:11 pm (UTC)And Steve, oh Steve, you kinda need help. Maybe relationships books ! (oh my, here come a plot bunny ><)
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Date: 2011-04-07 09:14 pm (UTC)Ahah, write!
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Date: 2011-04-07 09:51 pm (UTC)"If he finds us out he will sit on us and we will die."
LOOOLLLLLLL oh dear lord
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Date: 2011-04-08 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-08 03:07 am (UTC)Also, this had me howling: Fair enough. The car, though. And bent over your desk in the office. In the toilets at Kamekona's."
"If he finds us out he will sit on us and we will die."
Loved Danny's voice in this!
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Date: 2011-04-08 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-08 05:50 am (UTC)I am quite proud of that Kamekona line XD.
(also, your icon, unf).
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Date: 2011-04-08 06:03 am (UTC)You should be! :D
(I know, isn't it beautiful? This man is a God. ♥ He should be illegal.)
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Date: 2011-04-08 06:17 am (UTC)(Seriously. I didn't even find him attractive in Moonlight, I don't understand what happened but oh, god oh god he could do anything he wants to me.)
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Date: 2011-04-08 08:19 am (UTC)(I've always kind of loved him since I first saw him but now it's like oh my god how are you even real? And unf, unf, I love him in glasses so much. Also in moonlight, he had longer hair. Shorter hair definitely suits him better, I think~)
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Date: 2011-04-08 08:28 am (UTC)(I saw one episode of Moonlight and hated it (despite loving Veronic Mars and thus having a thing for Logan - whatever his real name is, forgot) so I kinda stuck him in this bad place until I started watching Hawaii Five-0, which I started watching because of Scott Caan because, oh, hello 10 years long crush, and then Steve McGarrett happened and, I don't know. Fell head over heels. It was so easy. And I didn't even recognise him at first, I just knew his name and I was like 'how is this the same person?'. I love the shorter hair, most definitely. And I'm a nerd so hot guys in glasses = yes.)
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Date: 2011-04-08 10:01 am (UTC)(Also, my favourite scene ever that shows how well the fluff/action dynamic works has to be the scene where Steve is out in the jungle hoisting up a damn tree and talking Danny down from potentially murdering Stan while he does it. I mean, what? Who else would hold a five minute phone conversation while in the middle of an ambush? God, I love this show.)
I haven't watched much of moonlight, admittedly. I saw a few episodes a few years back during all of the vampire hype and then forgot about it, and just recently watched a few more but didn't really pay attention. I think I'll have to give it one more shot though, if solely because I want to perv all over Alex. And hot guys in glasses, yesplease and thank you. <33 Have you ever seen the show Criminal Minds? Alex played a killer in one episode and he was OCD, with the glasses and it was too cute.
Also, his smile? Will be the death of me. Just sayin'.
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Date: 2011-04-08 10:16 am (UTC)OMG THAT SCENE. THAT SCENE IS MY FAVOURITE. Because they're totally boyfriends, right, how else does something like this happen? And if they weren't, Danny wouldn't call Steve, full well knowing that Steve is slightly ~busy here, and knowing that Steve will only try to calm him down anyway. It's just. vcjfvbfhfvjls THEM ::hands::
I've seen quite a bit of Criminal Minds but I don't watch it on a daily basis, so I think I missed that episode. Might have to find it, though....
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Date: 2011-04-08 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-08 10:35 am (UTC)Ohh, you must! It's a fantastic episode. It centers around Alex's character more than they usually spend time on the UnSubs, so we get a lot of him in it. And just look at him in his peacoat and glasses! *g* (It's amazing how hair and body language can so completely change someone's look, really.)
HIS GOOFY GRIN MELTS MY HEART EVERY TIME. NO JOKE. I GET ALL MELTY AND FLAILY AND SQUEE. It's quite embarrassing actually. (LIKE THAT SCENE. IN 1X06, THE INFAMOUS "it's a term of endearment./I like it. Do it everday" SCENE. STEVE'S ECSTATIC GRIN MAKES ME SMILE EVERY SINGLE TIME. YOU CAN'T NOT. IT'S SO CONTAGIOUS. And that whole episode he was just so amused by Danny and his obvious lack of island-know how and just guh. Hearts in my eyes the whole damn time, I swear.
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Date: 2011-04-08 10:50 am (UTC)OH LOOK AT HIM. I WILL LOOK INTO THIS, OH BLESS HIS HEART AND THICK-RIMMED GLASSES.
YES YES THAT SCENE THAT SCENE OMG HIS SMIIIIIIIILE. Yes. I could watch it over and over and over again. He is SO HAPPY THAT DANNY LOVES HIM.
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Date: 2011-04-09 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-09 10:10 pm (UTC)I loved the way Steve lures Danny out into the ocean, step by step. :)
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Date: 2011-04-10 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 09:44 pm (UTC)you know how much i love this, but i thought i'd remind you!
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Date: 2011-04-13 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-15 12:33 pm (UTC)With regard to Brit picking, can I suggest that you change 'flat' to 'apartment'? I'm not American but I've spent quite a bit of time in the US, and apartment is definitely the more commonly used word.
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Date: 2011-04-15 12:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for the tip. I'll edit whenever I can (I'm at work, after all...), and try to remember this for future writings!
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:40 am (UTC)The only thing I would con-crit would be using flat instead of apartment. I don't see Danny speaking that way. Other than that, delish!
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Date: 2011-07-01 10:43 am (UTC)i have learned the flat thing, try not to put it in these days when I write them!