H50: Hoa (Chapter 2) - Steve/Danny

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Title: Hoa (Chapter 2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: Total: 9004  This Chapter:
Written for:  Yuletide 2010
Summary:   “You’d rather that, for the sake of my sixty-something-year-old parents we keep the definition of ‘my partner’ to mean ‘that guy I work with who periodically tries to kill me with his stunt driving’?”

Danny wants to take Steve back to Jersey for Thanksgiving.

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Despite being half-asleep on his feet, Danny had insisted that he shower and shave before going to bed. But once he had, he pulled on a pair of boxers from the bag he kept in the car and crashed hard. He vaguely remembered hearing the shower go on again and he woke just enough to scoot over and make room for Steve when he came in and snuggled up to Danny. That was the last thing he knew for the next fifteen hours.

He woke to the feel of the air conditioning blowing on his face. He liked the feeling of cold air on his face, a cocoon of warmth around the rest of him, the heat generated by his body and Steve’s trapped under the sheet and blanket. He could tell by the way Steve’s breath fell on his neck and the gentle press of Steve’s chest against his back with each breath that Steve was still completely unconscious. It had been weird the first few times Danny had woken up in Steve’s bed to find Steve still asleep. Danny would have figured Steve to be the sort who slept on high alert, jumping up at every little sound or flash of light. But soon enough he’d discovered that at least while he was in his own home, Steve could sleep like a log. Danny could squirm out of the arm that Steve inevitable threw over him, hit the head and crawl back into bed without Steve so much as flinching. Yet, if Danny went back to sleep, he’d find that sometime during the night Steve had rolled back against him and tossed an arm over his chest or back again. Danny still wondered why he didn’t mind that as much as he thought he should.

He lay there musing about the nature of his relationship with Steve for a few minutes.

Things could get downright weird between them. They could stand next to the car having screaming, yelling, insulting arguments about the way they should conduct themselves on the job and then get in the car and find themselves spilling intimate stories and details that he could never imagine telling Kono or Chin or his old partner Meka. Hell, there had been that day last week where he’d told Steve the story about how he’d been nine the first time he saw someone die. It had been when he and a friend had been walking home from school and a sixteen-year-old kid had been trying to change the radio station and he’d come up off the road and run over Chris with both front tires. Danny’s saving grace? He’d stopped five or six feet back to tie his shoe. He didn’t think he’d ever told Rachel about that one. Steve had reached over and squeezed his hand, holding it until the silence got awkward – because really what was there to say to that – and then he’d flipped on the radio. It made Danny wonder if he trusted Steve more, in the three months he’d known the guy, than he’d trusted Rachel in their seven-year marriage.

He thought back to the night before, when they’d been talking at Side Street. Maybe it was a little uncomfortable at the time, but in hindsight he felt good having told Steve about what had happened with Rachel. He hadn’t wanted to drag his personal issues into work when it had been happening. He hadn’t felt close enough to anyone at HPD to share those kinds of things with. It was nice to be able to tell the story from his side somewhere other than in court.

Hell, ever since they’d had to involve Rachel in their case, Steve had been doing everything he could to make it less awkward, less awful for him. When Danny had snarked that Rachel was the lucky one because he was, in fact, a good catch, Steve hadn’t argued. Not that he had a lot of position to, at this point, but their normal ‘thing’ would have involved at least a dismissive laugh. It had been a near disaster, but Steve letting him get out of Rachel’s house when the tri-athletes had left their place had been a godsend. And while he couldn’t figure out the whole conversation, Steve had left his mic open when he’d told Rachel that he was a great cop. He was pretty sure that was as close as he’d ever come to saying to Danny’s face, but Danny also knew that Steve McGarrett didn’t leave a mic open on accident.

Danny hadn’t been sure what to expect when he’d decided to follow Grace across the hemisphere, but it sure as hell hadn’t been a job that was more exciting (and terrifying) than any he could expect with a regular police force. It sure as hell wasn’t a partner who’d make him fear for his life and then screw him senseless in the same day. It wasn’t a partner he could call a caveman when he got too rough with a suspect, but then accidentally slip and call him ‘babe’ in front of a co-worker (and he was sure at some point there’d be a discussion with Kono about that). It wasn’t a partner who committed the damnedest things to memory – like Grace’s school schedule. Who knew that on Tuesdays – Danny’s day with her – she had phys ed at the end of the day and would suggest that, since they had their paperwork done, and since Grace was in tennis lessons that missing a gym class wouldn’t hurt her and that they should pick her up early and go out for shave ice and then rent kayaks for a sunset paddle, just the three of them. Of course, Steve had waited until Grace was already in the car to mention the kayaks to ensure that Danny got double teamed and ended up in the water despite his well-stated position on the subject.

He still didn’t think he got enough time with Grace, but other than that, he had to admit, his life in Pineapple Hell wasn’t half-bad. Not that he had any intention of letting Steve know that he was acclimating better and faster than he’d ever dreamed possible.

Somewhere in his musings, Steve must have woken up, because the hand that had been on his stomach was now cupping his cock through his shorts and he was more than half-hard.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Steve mumbled against his neck.

“It may be, if you keep doing that,” Danny mumbled, deciding not to argue the point that he’d been up for at least twenty minutes before Steve showed signs of life. They’d already proven that they could actually argue themselves out of the mood for sex if they let the back-and-forth get out of hand. He could make his point over breakfast.

“What? This?” Steve asked as he slid his hand under the waistband of Danny’s boxers and wrapped his fingers around Danny’s cock, skin-to-skin.

“What else did you possibly think I could be referring to?” Danny asked, his previous resolution be damned.

“I guess it had to be this,” Steve answered, lips still against the back of Danny’s neck, “since I can’t do much else with your damn shorts in the way.”

Steve had tried to get Danny to lose the boxers when he’d crawled into bed, but too many nights of having a kid in the house had Danny accustomed to sleeping in something, and as he’d had to groggily remind Steve, he was going to sleep – hell he was already asleep by the time Steve came in; sex could wait.

Sighing with feigned impatience, Danny lifted his hips and shoved his boxers down to his knees. “Seriously, you’d think someone with SEAL training could penetrate a cotton barrier.”

Steve contorted to reach down and finish pulling the boxers off Danny’s legs and then slid one arm between Danny’s legs and one around his shoulders and flipped them so that Danny was on top of him. “I promise you that wasn’t what I was thinking of penetrating,” Steve said, pulling Danny’s head down and sucking on that place where Danny’s jaw and neck joined, knowing how that one little spot could make Danny nuts and reasonably speechless for a few minutes.

When Steve released his head, Danny stretched to the side and began fumbling under the pillows.

“The hell are you doing, man?” Steve asked laughing at the sudden desperation in Danny’s movements.

“Looking for the fucking lube and a goddamn condom,” Danny muttered, still feeling around under first his pillow then Steve’s.

Steve sighed and reached into his pillowcase, pulling out both items. “You mean these?”

“In the pillowcase?” Danny asked, shifting so that his knees were on either side of Steve’s ribs and he was propped up on his hands over Steve’s face.

“Less likely to get knocked on the floor when you start,” Steve waved his hand in a very Danny-like way at the bedding all knocked askew in Danny’s search “all this.”

“Whatever,” Danny muttered, not wanting to waste more time on talking.

Steve set the bottle and condom on the mattress and put his hand back over Danny’s dick, stroking gently with his fingertips. “You’re suddenly very impatient. Weren’t you the guy accusing me of being the one of having a one track mind last night?”

Danny shivered at the light touch and bit his lip. He’d never been a huge fan of hard and fast, but soft, intimate touches like this were a good way to have him on the edge between one heartbeat and the next.

“And weren’t you the one bitching that my underwear were in the way. Now they aren’t, so…” Danny gave him an unmistakable ‘get on with it, what are you waiting for?’ look.

“You’re pushy bastard, you know that?” Steve slapped Danny’s ass loud enough to make the room ring with the sound and for a bright red handprint to bloom on the white skin. Danny threw his head back and hissed. Steve noticed the way Danny’s cock jumped and that Danny didn’t immediately try to hit him back for it. “Okay, we’ll be following up on that later,” he commented and then grabbed the lube before Danny could either deny what had just happened or try to have the conversation now. Steve’s morning erection was getting more and more insistent as Danny squirmed against it. “Up on your knees,” Steve directed once he’d coated his fingers with lube.

Danny shifted so that his ass was up and his head was on Steve’s chest. He rocked into Steve’s fingers as Steve stretched and lubed him. When he felt ready, he began to roll back onto the bed, but Steve grabbed him and pulled him back to where he was. Danny sat up, leaning back on Steve’s bent knees. “What?”

“Stay there,” Steve told him as he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and reached around Danny to quickly roll it on. “You want to be the one in charge, that’s fine with me.” Steve pulled Danny forward with one hand on his hip until Danny scooted up a bit so that Steve could use his other hand to hold his cock until Danny’s ass was lined up with it.

The plan clicked for Danny, and his cock, which had begun to flag just a little, leapt back into the game. He held himself still as Steve guided the head of his cock into Danny’s ass before dropping his hand to the bed, letting Danny lower himself down the rest of the way at his own pace. Danny shifted and rolled his hips just enough to make sure Steve’s cock brushed his prostate as he came down off his knees until he was completely seated against Steve’s body. He rolled his eyes back as he let the feeling of fullness wash over him. “Why the hell have we not thought of this before?” he asked as he positioned his hands on Steve’s shoulders for leverage.

“Because we’ve only been sleeping together for about three weeks and there’s a few hundred things we haven’t had time to try yet,” Steve said with a smug grin.

“A few hundred? What are you, a walking Kama Sutra?” Danny rocked up and back before Steve could form an answer.

“I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Steve finally found the breath to say as he reached up and began stroking Danny’s cock in counterpoint as Danny continued to ride him.

It had been a long couple days, filled with tension and aggravation that had built up with no acceptable outlet. Now that Danny had a place to channel some of the pent up stress, he was loath for the moment to end, but he could feel the ways his muscles started to clench and the little sparks of electricity starting to climb his spine that indicated the end was, in fact imminent. He glanced up to see Steve’s head press into the pillow and his eyes screw shut. “Come on, come on, you first,” Danny prodded, squeezing Steve’s cock as he slid back down him.

In retribution, Steve loosened his grip on Danny’s cock and went back to stroking him with his fingertips. “Oh, oh god, no fair,” Danny bit out, but he could see that he was winning the war. Steve had gone silent, which Danny knew meant he was about to come. “You like when I do that?” Danny asked before tightening up on his next downstroke.

That was all Steve could take. He dropped Danny’s cock in favor of digging his fingers into Danny’s thigh and fisting the sheet as he arched his back and came.

When Steve finally had control of his body again, he gripped Danny’s cock and pumped with one hand while the other trailed against Danny’s spine as Danny tossed his head back and worked for his own release. When it finally came, Steve had to smile at the way Danny’s eyes flew open and locked onto his, the way Danny grunted once before coming all over Steve’s chest and then collapsing onto Steve, making them both sticky.

Steve had the foresight to grab a tissue and snake a hand between them to clean them off as best he could before things got terribly unpleasant.

Danny had barely caught his breath when Steve flipped them back over and lay down over him, propped up on his elbows, his face only inches from Danny’s. “Were you serious yesterday?”

“Which of the possibly thousands of things I said during that forty-six-hour day could you possibly be referring to?” Danny asked. His brain wasn’t quite back on-line yet, and he was a little put out by Steve thinking it would be.

Steve shifted to come off his arms and rest his chin on Danny’s shoulder. When you asked if I wanted to come back to Jersey with you for Thanksgiving. If you didn’t, it’s cool. I know sometimes people say things because they feel obli-“

“I meant it,” Danny cut him off, shifting his brain into gear since apparently this was going to be a discussion of some seriousness and length. “I was just thinking, you know, since Mary was in L.A. again and your dad’s gone… And, well, honestly, I kind of like the idea of having someone there to run interference with my ma if she gets all weird about me being there without Rachel, you know? So, yes, I’m planning on using you as a reason to not have to go twelve rounds with my mother. You got a problem with that?”

“No problem with that,” Steve said, one finger tracing over the scar on Danny’s arm where Steve had gotten him shot on their very first case.

Danny sighed, knowing Steve’s tone all too well. “So what is the problem?”

Steve shifted and sat up, not sure if this was going to become a fight or not. “Look, Kono and Chin are pretty observant. They may have figured this – “ he indicated the two of them with one hand – “out on their own, but we haven’t told them. Though, Kono may have a clue since you decided it was necessary to call me ‘babe’ in that chiropractor’s office. Anyway, I’m… not entirely sure I’m up for a ‘meet the parents’ thing, you know?”

Danny sighed and let his head fall back against the pillow. “You’d rather that, for the sake of my sixty-something-year-old parents we keep the definition of ‘my partner’ to mean ‘that guy I work with who periodically tries to kill me with his stunt driving’?”

Steve really wished Danny were less sarcastic in general, because it made it damn hard to tell when he was being serious. “Danny, it’s not… I’m not ashamed –“

“Stop. Stop talking right now,” Danny told him.

Steve sighed, but shut up. He was pretty used to Danny telling him that and he’d found over time that it usually worked out better for him to comply, let Danny get through whatever it was he needed to get off his chest and then explain himself.

“I’m facing my first Thanksgiving with my parents, my sister and her family, my brothers and whoever the hell they bring home, my Great Aunt Tilly and her poodle, all of whom are going to be asking me every six minutes how I’m coping without Rachel and with this lush green tropical hell I’ve been exiled to. You really think I’m going to have a problem not piling on to that with, ‘Oh and this is both my boss and my boyfriend?’”

Steve was glad he’d moved away as Danny’s hands flew around more and more as he explained his position on the subject. He idly wondered if his whole family was like that and if he’d be in danger of losing an eye if the football game got interesting or something. “Boyfriend?” Steve asked, trying to keep a straight face, but wanting to crack up.

Danny glared at him. “You want free turkey or not?” he asked with exasperation.

“Yeah,” Steve capitulated.

“Cool. Mom said Tilly’s staying the night since her son that lives with her is going over to his wife’s family for Thanksgiving. Which means she’ll be in the room my brother and I shared as kids. I think Jacob is bringing home his girlfriend of the week, so he’ll be in his room and she’ll be in Jenny’s. Which is fine. It gave me a reason to tell mom that I’d stay in a hotel, since I’m over sleeping on sofas right now. So, you know… we’ll have a place to retreat to when we need to.”

“When,” Steve repeated. “That’s encouraging. ‘When’, not ‘if’.”

“And Grace is staying at Jenny’s,” Danny continued, ignoring Steve, “She’s been carrying on for a week now about staying with her cousins. Like I was saying last night, she stayed there a lot when she was sick, so she got pretty close to them. She does that video chat thing with them on her laptop, but it’s not the same, so Jenny said Grace could stay with them.”

Steve grabbed Danny’s arm and pulled him over until Danny rolled against his side. “A hotel room all to ourselves? Can’t say I object to that. Even if the hotel has to be in New Jersey.”

Danny let the Jersey comment pass. “We’ll see if you still feel the same way after the eighth or ninth time Tilly asks you if you’re the guy they called to fix the hole in the ceiling. For the last few years she’s had a problem comprehending the idea of the sky-light my parents put in in the kitchen.”

Steve laughed and twisted until he could kiss Danny properly. “I think I’ll survive. When we get up, you’ll give me the flight info and I’ll book a ticket, okay?”

Danny looked up at him with the first truly happy look Steve had seen on his face in a few weeks. “Okay. Yeah, okay,” he said slowly, as if he were just allowing himself to believe that good things happening just might still be possible in his life. Even in Hawaii.