Well, This is a Surprise (1/?)
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float_on_alrightTitle: Well, This is a Surprise (1/?)
Paring/s: Danny/Steve
Genre: sort of Pre-Slash, just over 1,100 words
Rating: PG-13 (some "strong language" and pre-slash-y type thoughts)
Warnings/Spoilers: Some references to Palekaiko ep 1.11
Summary: Danny has to face what he's feeling.
Disclaimer: These are someone else's characters and there are references to the hard work of the H50's creators and cast; no harm intended, no monetary gain involved. Just letting my imagination have a bit of fun. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, right?
A/N: I'm a newbie (be gentle!). I haven't got a Beta so con crit is welcome, though it would be appreciated if tougher criticisms were sent as a private message or the like. Thanks.
Danny was itching to punch someone and it looked like today would be the one day that he wouldn’t get that chance. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Looked like he was going to have the whole day to himself with nothing to distract him from the infuriating images from popping up in his brain and he was in no mood to admit the thoughts that were going along with those images. He had really wanted to get called into work so he could go head-bashing and take out his numerous frustrations on the criminal population of this pineapple-loving state (he knew Hawaii wasn't really to blame, but he needed something to blame).
He couldn't just continue to sit in the apartment, bouncing his knee and occasionally raking his hands through his hair which was now sticking up and out in strange ways that made him feel like a badly styled punk rocker. If he didn't find something to do quickly, he was going to jump up and start pacing the carpet off the floor. It was really too early to drink and he wasn't one for drinking alone. Plus, he knew he'd make terrible company at the moment. Exercising himself into exhaustion suddenly sounded like a good idea. He threw on some old basketball shorts and a crappy t-shirt hoping a jog would clear the tangles currently preventing linear thought. He stuffed his feet into the trainers he rarely untied and took a satisfaction in cramming his foot down into the shoe and fighting with the quarter that was likely proof of just how badly he was losing it. Once he was comfortably in his shoes, he grabbed his iPod (the one Grace had "bought" him for Christmas almost a year ago - step-Stan had likely paid for it, but it had been Grace’s idea). Scrolling through the music, he caught a title and thought it said “Sexy Eyes”, it wasn’t, it wasn’t even close, but now he was thinking back to his and Steve’s time in the car the day it had been on the radio. The song was annoying but he the sneaking suspicion that a small part of his hostility towards the song was that it was a “get your date in the mood” type song and listening to it with Steve was messing with his head. Too bad he couldn’t blame the song for all the thoughts he was having involving his partner none of which Danny particularly thrilled to have.
He thought about Steve kicking the door down and almost laughed. Few men could really manage to bust down a hotel door like that and Danny had been more than a little impressed (though he wasn’t about to let Steve know) in spite of the extra aggravation that had followed. And then the P.I. had come back to the room with his gun out. Again, the image of Steve’s pants stretched tightly over his muscular ass took center stage in Danny’s mind and he had to forcibly bring himself back to the present in order to lock the door. Unfortunately, now that the picture had reared up again, it wasn’t going to be pushed out by a locking a door, oh no.
When Danny had seen Steve pressed up against that P.I. a number of strange things had happened all at once. Not all of the reactions were strange, Danny supposed, he had worried about his partner, that could be considered normal, but he’d felt protective of Steve, which was just bat shit crazy. There was no sheltering Steve since Steve is a danger magnet that goes looking for trouble. If Steve makes a decision to use a bad idea, which was always obvious due to the half grin that took over Steve’s face every time was about to do something Danny was going to hate (the smile made Steve look boyish and mischievous; it made Danny’s heart speed, and not only because he knew he’d soon be in a car launched in the air or chasing serial killers over cliffs). If that smile came out, there was no derailing Steve. Danny found it exasperating. At least, he always felt he was supposed to be exasperated and reacted that way, but since his ex-wife (for whom he still felt an angry kind of love -- thinking this did not help his current mood) was the same way, Danny was beginning to wonder if he liked torturing himself. Surely no sane or rational person would be attracted to people who enjoyed making life more complicated (or in Steve's case, more dangerous).
Danny, having walked a bit and found some decent tracks to play, started to jog, letting the current song set his pace with its rhythm. He made himself concentrate unusually hard on every detail of his body’s movement, timing the swing of his arms exactly with the forward motion of his legs. He focused on holding his body correctly, moving his feet so that the “heel – toe” motion was precisely as it ought to be, careful not to twist as he ran. He ran more often now, to help him keep in shape, since McGarrett was his boss and he never knew from day to day if he was going to have to out run someone on a bike. He was hoping he wasn't doing it to impress Steve since Steve had the kind of body no mortal should be allowed (Danny had seen Steve shirtless too many times not to notice, and Danny had enjoyed those times more than he'd noticed in the moments since he usually saw shirtless-Steve in the middle of some crazy Steve-stunt or ridiculous situation). And damn it, there was Steve’s ass again. Danny almost tripped over a bit of uneven pavement. Worse than feeling protective of Steve, had been feeling jealous of the P.I. Steve had pushed against the wall.
“Steve tells the guy that he’s dead if he moves, and I’m jealous of him??” He shook his head a little in disbelief. That did not make any sense. Except that it did, because Danny had imagined himself against the wall, Steve's solid body pressed to his back and along his legs, Steve's breath uneven and ragged on the sensitive part of his neck. The physical exertion of running was not hindering the heat in his groin that had been sparked by imagining himself encompassed by Steve. He wasn’t going to be able to deny his attraction to Steve any more. He had stopped running. Staring at his shoes, he started to laugh. He’d barely run ten minutes, but the exercise had helped untangled his thoughts, things just hadn't turned out the way he’d planned when he'd left the apartment.
What did he do now that he stopped fighting how he felt?
(To master list)
Paring/s: Danny/Steve
Genre: sort of Pre-Slash, just over 1,100 words
Rating: PG-13 (some "strong language" and pre-slash-y type thoughts)
Warnings/Spoilers: Some references to Palekaiko ep 1.11
Summary: Danny has to face what he's feeling.
Disclaimer: These are someone else's characters and there are references to the hard work of the H50's creators and cast; no harm intended, no monetary gain involved. Just letting my imagination have a bit of fun. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, right?
A/N: I'm a newbie (be gentle!). I haven't got a Beta so con crit is welcome, though it would be appreciated if tougher criticisms were sent as a private message or the like. Thanks.
Danny was itching to punch someone and it looked like today would be the one day that he wouldn’t get that chance. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Looked like he was going to have the whole day to himself with nothing to distract him from the infuriating images from popping up in his brain and he was in no mood to admit the thoughts that were going along with those images. He had really wanted to get called into work so he could go head-bashing and take out his numerous frustrations on the criminal population of this pineapple-loving state (he knew Hawaii wasn't really to blame, but he needed something to blame).
He couldn't just continue to sit in the apartment, bouncing his knee and occasionally raking his hands through his hair which was now sticking up and out in strange ways that made him feel like a badly styled punk rocker. If he didn't find something to do quickly, he was going to jump up and start pacing the carpet off the floor. It was really too early to drink and he wasn't one for drinking alone. Plus, he knew he'd make terrible company at the moment. Exercising himself into exhaustion suddenly sounded like a good idea. He threw on some old basketball shorts and a crappy t-shirt hoping a jog would clear the tangles currently preventing linear thought. He stuffed his feet into the trainers he rarely untied and took a satisfaction in cramming his foot down into the shoe and fighting with the quarter that was likely proof of just how badly he was losing it. Once he was comfortably in his shoes, he grabbed his iPod (the one Grace had "bought" him for Christmas almost a year ago - step-Stan had likely paid for it, but it had been Grace’s idea). Scrolling through the music, he caught a title and thought it said “Sexy Eyes”, it wasn’t, it wasn’t even close, but now he was thinking back to his and Steve’s time in the car the day it had been on the radio. The song was annoying but he the sneaking suspicion that a small part of his hostility towards the song was that it was a “get your date in the mood” type song and listening to it with Steve was messing with his head. Too bad he couldn’t blame the song for all the thoughts he was having involving his partner none of which Danny particularly thrilled to have.
He thought about Steve kicking the door down and almost laughed. Few men could really manage to bust down a hotel door like that and Danny had been more than a little impressed (though he wasn’t about to let Steve know) in spite of the extra aggravation that had followed. And then the P.I. had come back to the room with his gun out. Again, the image of Steve’s pants stretched tightly over his muscular ass took center stage in Danny’s mind and he had to forcibly bring himself back to the present in order to lock the door. Unfortunately, now that the picture had reared up again, it wasn’t going to be pushed out by a locking a door, oh no.
When Danny had seen Steve pressed up against that P.I. a number of strange things had happened all at once. Not all of the reactions were strange, Danny supposed, he had worried about his partner, that could be considered normal, but he’d felt protective of Steve, which was just bat shit crazy. There was no sheltering Steve since Steve is a danger magnet that goes looking for trouble. If Steve makes a decision to use a bad idea, which was always obvious due to the half grin that took over Steve’s face every time was about to do something Danny was going to hate (the smile made Steve look boyish and mischievous; it made Danny’s heart speed, and not only because he knew he’d soon be in a car launched in the air or chasing serial killers over cliffs). If that smile came out, there was no derailing Steve. Danny found it exasperating. At least, he always felt he was supposed to be exasperated and reacted that way, but since his ex-wife (for whom he still felt an angry kind of love -- thinking this did not help his current mood) was the same way, Danny was beginning to wonder if he liked torturing himself. Surely no sane or rational person would be attracted to people who enjoyed making life more complicated (or in Steve's case, more dangerous).
Danny, having walked a bit and found some decent tracks to play, started to jog, letting the current song set his pace with its rhythm. He made himself concentrate unusually hard on every detail of his body’s movement, timing the swing of his arms exactly with the forward motion of his legs. He focused on holding his body correctly, moving his feet so that the “heel – toe” motion was precisely as it ought to be, careful not to twist as he ran. He ran more often now, to help him keep in shape, since McGarrett was his boss and he never knew from day to day if he was going to have to out run someone on a bike. He was hoping he wasn't doing it to impress Steve since Steve had the kind of body no mortal should be allowed (Danny had seen Steve shirtless too many times not to notice, and Danny had enjoyed those times more than he'd noticed in the moments since he usually saw shirtless-Steve in the middle of some crazy Steve-stunt or ridiculous situation). And damn it, there was Steve’s ass again. Danny almost tripped over a bit of uneven pavement. Worse than feeling protective of Steve, had been feeling jealous of the P.I. Steve had pushed against the wall.
“Steve tells the guy that he’s dead if he moves, and I’m jealous of him??” He shook his head a little in disbelief. That did not make any sense. Except that it did, because Danny had imagined himself against the wall, Steve's solid body pressed to his back and along his legs, Steve's breath uneven and ragged on the sensitive part of his neck. The physical exertion of running was not hindering the heat in his groin that had been sparked by imagining himself encompassed by Steve. He wasn’t going to be able to deny his attraction to Steve any more. He had stopped running. Staring at his shoes, he started to laugh. He’d barely run ten minutes, but the exercise had helped untangled his thoughts, things just hadn't turned out the way he’d planned when he'd left the apartment.
What did he do now that he stopped fighting how he felt?
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Date: 2011-01-19 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-19 06:06 pm (UTC)It is indeed the man who plays Richard Castle - Nathan Fillion. The mood theme is from "Firefly" (the TV show) and the follow up movie "Serenity", which are AMAZING!
I LOVE your Lassie icon :D it is fabulous lol.
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Date: 2011-01-22 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-22 05:18 am (UTC)Nathan Fillion is my TV Husband so I'm probably a little overenthusiastic, lol.
Psych is hysterical and I think it's under appreciated.