H50 Fic: Truth or Dare (Steve/Danny)
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float_on_alrightTitle: Truth or Dare
Author: illfindmyway
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Genre: Humor, (Pre-ish except not?) Slash
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,300
Author: illfindmyway
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Genre: Humor, (Pre-ish except not?) Slash
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,300
Warnings: Vague Crack-ish-ness, UST
Disclaimer: Hawaii Five-0 belongs to CBS and until Danny and Steve are living together and Danny is bitching about "not being the girl" in the relationship, you can be sure they did not hire to write the show.
Disclaimer: Hawaii Five-0 belongs to CBS and until Danny and Steve are living together and Danny is bitching about "not being the girl" in the relationship, you can be sure they did not hire to write the show.
Notes: My eternal thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purple_spock and shanachie_quill 'lol'-ed in all the right places and told me I "can't end it there!" and fixed it up, everything is on me.
AO3 for those interested, otherwise clicky the fake cut.
purple_spock and shanachie_quill 'lol'-ed in all the right places and told me I "can't end it there!" and fixed it up, everything is on me. AO3 for those interested, otherwise clicky the fake cut.
Danny wanted to know how the hell he’d ended up here. Kono. He was sure as hell blaming Kono and he had every right starting with the fact that this whole night was her idea. “We have a new team member. Don’t you want Jenna to feel welcome?” she said. “We should celebrate our one year anniversary as a team. A few beers and some games,” she said. “We can have it at Steve’s place, there’s room for everyone and it’s on the beach,” she said. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” she assured them.
Danny knew the night had trouble written all over it.
It started innocently enough with a couple of beers during Clue (to teach The SEAL and the Analyst how to be detectives), which lead to tipsy Charades (an ode to Danny’s “gestures”), which turned into “Kings” (because that’s who they are, the Kings of Hawaii -- in their defense they were getting pretty drunk -- and of course no one could remember the rules, so it turned into a drinking version of war).
That’s when Kono suggested Truth or Dare.
Jenna snorted when Chin fell over in his attempt to do a one-handed handstand in the sand and her snort sent everyone else laughing which made her snort again, making everyone laugh harder -- the whole thing was ridiculous, at least if you asked Danny. Here they all were, Grown-Ass-People, he tried to tell them, but he was out numbered, heavily. Originally, Chin had reservations, but Steve called him a baby and Kono made puppy dog eyes at him and he caved, the traitor.
And it was Kono, damn her, who, grinning like she was a fifth grader who was about to pull a prank on her teacher, said, “I dare Danny to kiss and I mean really kiss,” pause for dramatic effect, “Steve”. She and Jenna burst into giggles and even Chin laughed.
Oh yes, it was all Kono’s fault.
“You can’t have a dare that includes two people,” Danny said, impressed with himself for sounding so reasonable when he was scared out of his mind and three sheets to the wind.
“Oh whatever, Danny, you’re just scared,” Chin said, laughing.
Steve spoke up then, laughing too, “What, Williams? You think I’m ugly?”
“Steve --”
“Or maybe,” Steve said leaning towards him with his best (drunken) serious voice, “You’re a bad kisser.” It was a clear attempt to get underneath Danny’s skin and dammit if it he wasn’t succeeding.
“I am NOT a bad kisser. I am an excellent kisser, thank-you-very-much.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, Steven, I am,” he answered, knowing his voice was starting to sound pretty fucking indignant, but he couldn’t help it.
“Prove it. I dare you.” Steve said, as if Danny had stated he could break a board with his head or chug a beer faster than anyone in the room.
“Prove it? You dare me?” Danny asked, absolutely incredulous at this point. “What are we? Nine?” And, yeah, okay, he was starting to panic.
“We’re playing truth or dare, Danny,” Steve scoffed, “Clearly our maturity level is at an all-time high,” vaguely sarcastic, but with an obvious undertone of amusement. Then his voice changed to something that was all too close to glee, “Besides, Kono gets to punch you three times if you don’t.” Danny finally met Steve’s eyes then, which held their usual mischief along with something else Danny couldn’t quite discern; his mouth went completely dry.
“All right, Stev-en,” Danny said, heavily stressing the second syllable almost like it was two words, and standing, he realized he was about to accept the challenge. He felt as though someone had dumped ice water on him and suddenly he was all too sober. He walked over to Steve, who was sprawled in one of the beach chairs, looking smug with his stupid grin number two, not allowing Danny to break eye contact. Danny leaned in slowly, and when he finally took his eyes away from Steve’s, it was to stare at his mouth instead, full and soft, contrasting his five o’clock shadow and the strong lines of his face. Danny had wanted to do this so badly, for so long. He hated this moment, despised it for giving him what he desperately wanted in a way that gave him nothing of what he needed.
Danny pressed his lips to Steve’s. This was an entirely new kind of drunk. He felt high and spinning and before he knew it his hands were holding Steve’s face as he reveled in the taste of the other man, a sweet and salty mix, like French fries in a frosty. And the way he smells, Danny thought, like burning wood, salt water, car leather and something else, something he could only identify as ‘Steve’. When he broke away, he was pleased to see he was not the only one breathless; Steve did not look as smug now. It was then he heard the girls whooping and Chin clapping.
The rest of the night’s dares and truths would seem boring to Danny, by comparison, even Jenna daring Chin to sing “I’m a little teapot” complete with gestures, was only mildly amusing. He was thankful it wasn’t long before everyone was settling down for the night. Everyone was crashing at Steve’s because absolutely no one was in any shape to drive.
Chin was in Steve’s old room as Steve had finally moved into the master. Jenna and Kono took Mary’s room and you could hear the occasional giggle still float through the house from that direction. They’d hit it off immediately, discussing what it was to be a woman in a “male dominated field” or something. They didn’t outwardly seem to have a lot in common, Jenna the often awkward techie with a passion for gum and Kono, the ever smooth, ass-kicking not-so-rookie cop who spent all her free time on a surfboard, but that didn’t seem to leave them with a lack of things to talk about. He was sure it wasn’t the only thing they talked about, but he quickly discovered there was quite a lot those two had to say about computer hacking, not that he understood much of what they said.
Danny had taken the guest bedroom, barely making it out of his slacks and socks before crawling between the sheets and passing out. It wasn’t long though before he’d woken up thirsty and hot and he’d decided to wander into the kitchen. It was while he stood by the sink shivering, his body working through the copious amounts of alcohol he’d downed over the course of the evening that Steve came in behind him.
“You were right, you know,” Steve said, causing Danny to jump about a foot in the air, dumping water all over the counter in the process.
Forcing his voice to work around the fact that his heart and stomach were in his throat, he responded with the very clever, “Jesus Steve!” in a hiss, as he set the glass down and began searching for a cloth or paper towels to clean up the water he’d spilled. Then Steve was very close, towel in hand. He put one hand on Danny’s lower back as he reached around him to mop up the water. Danny could feel the heat radiating from Steve, it made him shiver more.
When Steve finished with the water, he tossed the rag in the sink and leaned to whisper in Danny’s ear, “Don’t you want to know what you were right about?” Yes, he very much did, but he found he was unable to breathe, leaving him incapable of forming words. Steve’s breath on his neck and ear had rooted Danny to the spot, only one part of him moved. He quickly became all too aware of the fact that he was standing there in a t-shirt, his boxers, and naught else - he very nearly groaned and flushed a color usually associated with matadors, but Steve didn’t wait for Danny to respond to the question.
“You are an excellent kisser,” he said as he leaned over, then he kissed Danny’s neck, right above the collar of his shirt and slightly behind his ear, before saying, “Goodnight Danno,” and walking out of the kitchen without another word or a look back.
Danny knew the night had trouble written all over it.
It started innocently enough with a couple of beers during Clue (to teach The SEAL and the Analyst how to be detectives), which lead to tipsy Charades (an ode to Danny’s “gestures”), which turned into “Kings” (because that’s who they are, the Kings of Hawaii -- in their defense they were getting pretty drunk -- and of course no one could remember the rules, so it turned into a drinking version of war).
That’s when Kono suggested Truth or Dare.
Jenna snorted when Chin fell over in his attempt to do a one-handed handstand in the sand and her snort sent everyone else laughing which made her snort again, making everyone laugh harder -- the whole thing was ridiculous, at least if you asked Danny. Here they all were, Grown-Ass-People, he tried to tell them, but he was out numbered, heavily. Originally, Chin had reservations, but Steve called him a baby and Kono made puppy dog eyes at him and he caved, the traitor.
And it was Kono, damn her, who, grinning like she was a fifth grader who was about to pull a prank on her teacher, said, “I dare Danny to kiss and I mean really kiss,” pause for dramatic effect, “Steve”. She and Jenna burst into giggles and even Chin laughed.
Oh yes, it was all Kono’s fault.
“You can’t have a dare that includes two people,” Danny said, impressed with himself for sounding so reasonable when he was scared out of his mind and three sheets to the wind.
“Oh whatever, Danny, you’re just scared,” Chin said, laughing.
Steve spoke up then, laughing too, “What, Williams? You think I’m ugly?”
“Steve --”
“Or maybe,” Steve said leaning towards him with his best (drunken) serious voice, “You’re a bad kisser.” It was a clear attempt to get underneath Danny’s skin and dammit if it he wasn’t succeeding.
“I am NOT a bad kisser. I am an excellent kisser, thank-you-very-much.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, Steven, I am,” he answered, knowing his voice was starting to sound pretty fucking indignant, but he couldn’t help it.
“Prove it. I dare you.” Steve said, as if Danny had stated he could break a board with his head or chug a beer faster than anyone in the room.
“Prove it? You dare me?” Danny asked, absolutely incredulous at this point. “What are we? Nine?” And, yeah, okay, he was starting to panic.
“We’re playing truth or dare, Danny,” Steve scoffed, “Clearly our maturity level is at an all-time high,” vaguely sarcastic, but with an obvious undertone of amusement. Then his voice changed to something that was all too close to glee, “Besides, Kono gets to punch you three times if you don’t.” Danny finally met Steve’s eyes then, which held their usual mischief along with something else Danny couldn’t quite discern; his mouth went completely dry.
“All right, Stev-en,” Danny said, heavily stressing the second syllable almost like it was two words, and standing, he realized he was about to accept the challenge. He felt as though someone had dumped ice water on him and suddenly he was all too sober. He walked over to Steve, who was sprawled in one of the beach chairs, looking smug with his stupid grin number two, not allowing Danny to break eye contact. Danny leaned in slowly, and when he finally took his eyes away from Steve’s, it was to stare at his mouth instead, full and soft, contrasting his five o’clock shadow and the strong lines of his face. Danny had wanted to do this so badly, for so long. He hated this moment, despised it for giving him what he desperately wanted in a way that gave him nothing of what he needed.
Danny pressed his lips to Steve’s. This was an entirely new kind of drunk. He felt high and spinning and before he knew it his hands were holding Steve’s face as he reveled in the taste of the other man, a sweet and salty mix, like French fries in a frosty. And the way he smells, Danny thought, like burning wood, salt water, car leather and something else, something he could only identify as ‘Steve’. When he broke away, he was pleased to see he was not the only one breathless; Steve did not look as smug now. It was then he heard the girls whooping and Chin clapping.
The rest of the night’s dares and truths would seem boring to Danny, by comparison, even Jenna daring Chin to sing “I’m a little teapot” complete with gestures, was only mildly amusing. He was thankful it wasn’t long before everyone was settling down for the night. Everyone was crashing at Steve’s because absolutely no one was in any shape to drive.
Chin was in Steve’s old room as Steve had finally moved into the master. Jenna and Kono took Mary’s room and you could hear the occasional giggle still float through the house from that direction. They’d hit it off immediately, discussing what it was to be a woman in a “male dominated field” or something. They didn’t outwardly seem to have a lot in common, Jenna the often awkward techie with a passion for gum and Kono, the ever smooth, ass-kicking not-so-rookie cop who spent all her free time on a surfboard, but that didn’t seem to leave them with a lack of things to talk about. He was sure it wasn’t the only thing they talked about, but he quickly discovered there was quite a lot those two had to say about computer hacking, not that he understood much of what they said.
Danny had taken the guest bedroom, barely making it out of his slacks and socks before crawling between the sheets and passing out. It wasn’t long though before he’d woken up thirsty and hot and he’d decided to wander into the kitchen. It was while he stood by the sink shivering, his body working through the copious amounts of alcohol he’d downed over the course of the evening that Steve came in behind him.
“You were right, you know,” Steve said, causing Danny to jump about a foot in the air, dumping water all over the counter in the process.
Forcing his voice to work around the fact that his heart and stomach were in his throat, he responded with the very clever, “Jesus Steve!” in a hiss, as he set the glass down and began searching for a cloth or paper towels to clean up the water he’d spilled. Then Steve was very close, towel in hand. He put one hand on Danny’s lower back as he reached around him to mop up the water. Danny could feel the heat radiating from Steve, it made him shiver more.
When Steve finished with the water, he tossed the rag in the sink and leaned to whisper in Danny’s ear, “Don’t you want to know what you were right about?” Yes, he very much did, but he found he was unable to breathe, leaving him incapable of forming words. Steve’s breath on his neck and ear had rooted Danny to the spot, only one part of him moved. He quickly became all too aware of the fact that he was standing there in a t-shirt, his boxers, and naught else - he very nearly groaned and flushed a color usually associated with matadors, but Steve didn’t wait for Danny to respond to the question.
“You are an excellent kisser,” he said as he leaned over, then he kissed Danny’s neck, right above the collar of his shirt and slightly behind his ear, before saying, “Goodnight Danno,” and walking out of the kitchen without another word or a look back.
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