No Tie - Steve/Danny - 1/1

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Title: No Tie
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Danny shows up to work and for once, he's not wearing a tie.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Word count: 2920
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. PWP, completely and unashamedly. Here is a visual aid. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot.




"Hey brah! Looking sleek!"

"Yeah? I don't know, Rachel got it for me - we're not even together anymore and she still insists on buying me clothes -she said it'd look nice on my shirts."

"I like. And no tie, step forward."

It takes 'no tie' for Steve to look up from his coffee and the latest batch of data they've been sent on their new case - bad drugs circulating, kids ending up dead on the streets. And when he sees, he stills, his fingers holding his coffee mug tighter than strictly necessary.

Danny is not wearing a tie, indeed. That's big enough on it's own, and Steve would marvel at the tease of skin at the base of Danny's throat, if it wasn't for the rest. Because Danny is not wearing a tie, and he's wearing a vest.

A vest, yes. He's closed it and it fits snugly over his shirt, defining his chest and so damn small waist in a way that is making Steve stare. Stare hard, as if he could embed the image behind his eyelids and see it there every time he blinks.

As if he's actually Superman and can burn Danny's clothes right through. If Kono wasn't there...

"Steve?" Danny gives him that look, the one that is sort of fond and sort of exasperated. Steve blinks, licks his lips, scratches his throat. Yes, case, now.

*
The whole thing is absolute torture. Steve is distracted - and he's not easily distracted, so it irritates him. He tries looking at Danny as little as possible, but the image sticks anyway. He would force a new dressing code for the lot of them, but with Chin's Henleys’ and Kono's habit of wearing a bikini under her shirts, it's just not going to work. 'No flip-flops, no miniskirts and no vests'? Steve is not that stupid.

And, really, it's just a piece of clothing. Steve contemplates having a word with Rachel, but that's another thing Danny would flip out at. It's not because they've gotten more - intimate lately, which is really a nice term to say that they've started fucking after Meka's funeral and never really stopped - that Steve is entitled to say anything to Danny's ex.

It's all absolutely ridiculous. Steve is going out of his mind over a vest. He used to be this composed, focused killing machine, super SEAL, all guns blazing and no regrets. And he's going crazy over his partner wearing a vest, to the point where he has to lock himself in the first floor's disabled toilets after spending too long looking at Danny.

Steve, obviously, has the most ridiculous kinks in the world.

*

"Okay, what is the matter with you today?"

Danny's tone is not even his angry one. Steve blinks at the road, impressed that Danny's managed not to say anything until they were alone, on their way to the warehouse they believe hosts the fabrication of the drugs.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing, really? You've been fidgety and distracted all morning. And you're a lot of things, Neanderthal super SEAL with daddy issues, but fidgety and distracted you are usually not. So what is it?"

"Really, Danny, it's nothing. I'm fine."

"Just distracted."

"I guess. Sorry about that."

"Kono said you were fine before I got in. Something I said?"

"No. No, Danny, it's not -"

"Ah! I knew there was something. Will you just spill?"

Steve clenches his jaw. His dentist has told him he needs to control his teeth grinding problem but right now, it's really hard. He can feel himself blush. Danny's annoyingly perceptive and he never ever let's go.

"It's just - the vest, okay? You're not wearing a tie and you're wearing this."

Danny sits there for a while, not saying anything. Steve is just embarrassed.

"I'm what's distracting you?"

Not grinding teeth. Grinding teeth is bad.

"Yes."

Danny sits more comfortably in his seat, a smile on his lips. Steve wants to pry him open and dig in and know everything that smiles means exactly.

"Good to know."

*

They spend their day running around for leads – the warehouse is a bust and it leads them nowhere. Steve trails behind Danny, trying his best not to openly stare, even though he wants to reach out, press Danny to the Camaro and pull at the vest’s buttons with his teeth.

It’s a long day.

*

Steve manages to wait an hour, when, at the end of the day, he finds himself alone with Danny in the Five-0 HQ. He looks at Danny from his own office, and it's a little creepy and a little wrong but he can't help it. He plays with a rubber band as he looks at Danny, flicking it against his wrist to keep himself from doing something too drastic. It only works for so long, and really, an hour is not that bad, considering Steve has been thoroughly teased for the past 11 hours. He proved his fucking self-control, now he just can't take it anymore. They're alone and the lights are dimmed because the building is empty bar the two of them. Even the cleaners came and went.

Steve leaves his office quickly, going to Danny's open door and closing it behind him once he's inside. Danny looks up from his paperwork, raising an eyebrow at Steve, leaning back on his chair.

"Steve?"

Steve doesn't say anything - he's said way too much about this earlier on. He just walks over the other side of the desk, turns Danny's chair towards him, and pulls him up, grabbing his arms, making Danny yelp in surprise.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing, you caveman? Let me go, I will shoot your face -"

"You can shoot in my face later, Danny, right now I'm thinking it's going to be over your desk."

Danny rolls his eyes, shaking himself free from Steve's grip. He pokes Steve in the chest, but Steve only steps forward, closer, his hand fisting in Danny's vest, at his back, pulling it even tighter across his chest.

"You've got no manners."

Steve smiles crookedly, and it's his turn to raise an eyebrow.

"As if you didn't know this was going to happen."

"Well, not at first. After our conversation in the car, though, I imagine everything was possible. But Steve, in the office, really, it's not a good idea, anyone could come in."

"Okay, you need to shut up now."

Steve knows what's more efficient than words when it comes to Danny, so he cups Danny's chin with his free hand and leans down, kisses him a little hard and desperate, because fuck, he's been waiting for this for hours. Fucking hours. Usually he doesn't feel the low burn in his stomach, the heavy lump of desire after he's got a case out of his mind, only after he allows himself to feel anything. But today's been different. He's been on edge all day, tethering over the edge of sanity, Danny holding the strings pulling him back towards calm and focus and concentration, only to push him back to the brink.

Danny lets go of the pen he was holding as he opens himself to the kiss, complete abandon on the way his muscles relax into Steve's touches. He leans against the desk, fingers twisted in the back of Steve's collar, right there with Steve, right away. Maybe all the teasing made it hard for him to stay in control, too, maybe he's been thinking about this for a while, too. When Steve pulls away to nip at his jaw, though, Danny starts talking right away.

"Is it really because of the vest?"

"You're never wearing this thing again in the office, I swear. Fuck."

Steve pushes his hips into Danny's, letting him know just how much he's been waiting and wanting, and Danny gasps, leaning back, allowing Steve better access to his throat, no tie to take off for once.

"But it's fun to tease you. You were so worked up all afternoon I almost feared you were going to get me shot. But I like knowing I've got some power on you. Even if it's just the vest."

Steve growls, biting next to Danny's Adam's Apple. Danny drives him crazy on the best of days, since he allowed himself to feel something more than friendly fondness for his partner. Since they first tumbled onto Danny's terrible fold-out bed after Meka's funeral, after a few too many beers and grief that Steve didn't really know how to address. He'd just wanted to be there for Danny, and in the end he'd been more than happy to give himself up to Danny, even if he wasn't about to tell him that.

"It's - everything. You've known all day long and you've been walking around with a fucking swagger, you asshole -"

"Hey, hey, don't call me names when you're about to fuck me over my desk, it's just not right."

Steve growls and then he bites into Danny's neck again, his fingers scrambling at the vest, needing to have it open. He knows exactly how he wants Danny, and he knows he'll get it, too, because thankfully enough Danny is just as wild as Steve can be and he'll match Steve stroke for stroke. So Steve isn't surprised when Danny pushes him away, just one step, and undoes the buttons on his vest and then his shirt, moving to take them off just before Steve stops him.

"No. Keep them on."

Danny lets out a small groan as Steve slides his hands over his chest, thumbs flicking Danny's nipples, fingertips digging in the skin through the coarse golden hairs, and he looks, he just watches Danny leaning back on the desk, his hands curled over the edges of it, knuckles white over the wood. He's flushes and the shirt and vest hanging by his sides make him look perfectly debauched, the whole thing - this, them, in the office - so completely wrong and fucking hot. And it seems Danny enjoys being on display right now, because he only purrs and closes his eyes, tilting his head back when Steve palms him through his pants, opening the belt one-handed. He leans down, kissing the dip between Danny's collarbones as his hands keep working Danny out of his pants and underwear, pushing them off until the dress trousers fall to Danny's ankles and his boxers stay around his thighs, his cock springing free, right into Steve's hand.

"Oh, fuck, Steve -"

"Turn around."

Steve growls the words, and they're hard to get out, sticking to the roof of his mouth as his eyes meet Danny's. Danny just smirks, pulling Steve down for a kiss first, a messy, horny one, shared breaths and thrusting tongues, Danny's fingers pressing at the base of Steve's skull. When he lets Steve go, the look in his eyes tells Steve something they both know, that he'll comply to Steve's wishes now but he'll get his own back, that it's always the way, the two of them pushing and pulling, fighting for dominance like two alpha males. Steve wouldn't want it any other way. But right now Steve needs, he's so hard it's painful and he wants Danny so badly he's losing his mind.

He takes care of discarding his own cargoes and boxers down his thighs when Danny turns around, leaning over the desk, over the paperwork and his pens and the computer keyboard, his legs spread and Steve moans, low in his throat, running his fingers along Danny's ass for a moment, watching how Danny is offering himself up, there for Steve to take, and fuck, Steve is going to. Reaching down in the back pocket of his pants, he grabs the packet of lube and the condom he pushed there when he walked inside his office earlier, already knowing how he wanted this to end, despite waiting for an hour. He drops the condom on the desk, watching how Danny's muscles move under his shirt, seeing his thighs tense. He's quiet, for which Steve is thankful - he loves Danny's dirty talk, and fuck if he can't dirty talk like nobody's business, but right now Steve needs to feel like he's regaining some of his power over himself and this whole relationship, and he needs Danny to comply to it.

When he pushes two fingers at once inside Danny, he holds Danny down with a hand sprawled over his back, over the vest, and he can feel the growl that Danny lets out against his forearm through his whole body, shaking him to the core. He fists his hand in the black material of the vest, and Danny starts moving on Steve's fingers, basically fucking himself on them, groans and moans ripped out of his throat, Steve's name escaping Danny's lips in rhythm with the beats of Steve's heart. He's quick to add another finger, making sure that Danny's perfectly ready and on the verge of losing it himself. When Danny's keening noises and the way he's driving his hips into the desk to try and get some friction on his dick seem enough to Steve, he pulls his fingers away, and he's awarded with a long growl, sounding displeased and eager.

Steve would smile if he wasn't about to go completely insane himself. His fingers tremble a little as he slides the condom over his cock, but when he's got a free hand he slides it under Danny's clothes, pushing his fingers between the knots of Danny's spine, in the dip of the small of his back, in the way he knows Danny likes it - they've been doing this for long enough that Steve had more than once the occasion to give Danny a backrub, and there's nothing that gets him more than the small of his back. And fuck, the way he reacts is perfect - Danny arches his back and *mewls* and Steve has to blow out a loud breath. He doesn't have Danny giving himself up completely like this, and it's such a sight Steve knows he's not going to last. Doesn't matter, when he pushes his cock inside Danny, slow, a little careful at first before pushing in all the way, burying himself inside Danny, as deep as he can go, twin moans echoing in the office. Steve is once again fisting and twisting the vest while Danny is arched over the desk, papers scrunched up in one of his hands, while the other holds onto the desk. The keyboard falls and dangles off the side of the desk at Steve's first thrust, and by his third thrust all the pens that are not trapped under Danny's body have gone flying. It's loud and dirty, the desk creaking and protesting under their combined weight when Steve leans down and bites Danny's shoulder through his clothes.

The rhythm is erratic at best, long followed by short, deep and shallow mixing together in some uncoordinated dance, but fuck if Steve gives a damn, because Danny is fucking tight and he feels so good around Steve, and it's hot as hell in the office and they're both sweating over the paperwork they're supposed to fill out, and Steve pulls so hard on the vest that Danny moves up, fits himself against Steve's chest, the angle changing completely. Steve curses in Danny's ear, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him when Danny turns his head, his eyes closed, his face a mask of bliss and complete surrender. Steve kisses him like he's fucking him, no real rhythm but full of feelings, and Danny holds onto him, pushing Steve's hand down until it's around his dripping cock. The paperwork will be more than ruined and the thought only makes Steve smile. Danny bites at his bottom lip before falling forward again, bracing himself on the desk, hands spread over the papers, sweat making the ink smudge. He drops his head, low groans coming out of his mouth with every one of Steve's thrusts.

It's definitely not classy but Steve can feel the tension dissipating in his muscles as he feels himself getting closer and closer by the second. Danny pushes back when Steve pulls away, sometimes out of sync but fuck if it matters, because Steve's coming, one hand closed dangerously tight over Danny's hip, the other still jerking Danny off, wanting him to come along with him. He rides his orgasm by thrusting a few more times in and out of Danny's ass, and then Danny straightens again. With a sound that seems to come all the way from the pit of his stomach, he comes all over his desk and down Steve's hand, strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Steve kisses everywhere he can, temple and cheekbone and neck and through his clothes, shoulder. Danny heaves for a while before slumping back against Steve, who feels around for the desk chair, finding it and sitting down heavily, pulling Danny with him. Danny writhes a little, pulling away and disposing of the condom before sitting back over Steve, draping an arm around Steve's shoulders.

"Well, fuck."

"I am so wearing that again."

Steve huffs out a laugh, letting himself be kissed by Danny, this time slow, a little lazy.

"And you are so cleaning up the mess on my desk. And redoing the paperwork."

"Slave worker."

"Just you wait for me to crack the whip."

"Promise?"

Danny laughs, shakes his head, and kisses Steve again.

*

The vest disappears from Danny’s closet the next time Steve comes over to his apartment.