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Tease (Danny/Steve - Truth or Dare Part 2)
Title: Tease
Genre: Humor, (Pre-ish except not?) Slash
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Warnings: UST
Pairings: Danny/Steve
Word Count: ~1800
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.
Summary: Danny chickens out then argues with a Magic 8-Ball, and Steve continues to be evil.
Notes: My thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purple_spock as always because she is wonderful and knows what words I meant to use even when I've used the wrong ones and to shanachie_quill who tells me not to let my punctuation escape and likes Danny on the edge at least as much as I do. As always, shit is on me.
Also available at AO3
Danny did his best to be quiet while he cursed Steve, Kono, Rachel, Hawaii, any and all possible gods, saints, and angels he could think of off the top of his head; though not necessarily in that order. Had he thought about chasing Steven down and either a) stripping him and kissing him senseless or b) kissing him senseless and then punching him? Yes, but instead, he took a drink of water which made him feel both ill and better (what the hell had he been thinking drinking that much?), so he braced himself against the counter until he had his body under better control.
He would be doing neither of those things to Steve tonight. He made a beeline for the guestroom (well a straight line he knew old ladies with walkers who moved quicker), hoping he wouldn’t spend the night praying to the porcelain God. He slept fitfully that night, feeling ill and dreaming of kissing Steve when neither of them had an audience, or clothes.
He woke up miserable, but too tired to be angry. When he got downstairs, Chin was at Steve’s kitchen table with a cup of coffee in one hand and his head in the other. They had a conversation that went like this:
“Naguhh?” Danny greeted.
“Hrrumpphh. Hmammnnhou?” Chin responded.
“Arrrumm,” Danny replied.
“Rannumph?”
“Yannnhhh,” Danny said, sliding into the chair beside Chin with a full cup of coffee in hand.
Kono and Jenna came down together looking breezy.
“Gentleman,” Jenna said and both of them smiled.
“How are you not - ?” Danny gestured violently but could find no words to finish his thought and couldn’t be bothered to think any harder.
“Maybe we just know how to hold our liquor better,” Kono said, sounding just a little bit smug.
“No way.” Chin shook his head. “You cheated... I don’t know how but you did,” Chin said, annoyed. The girls’ laughter punched Danny in the head and he decided he would stick to drinking his coffee.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jenna replied with a sly grin.
“Good morning ladies,” Steve said, smiling as he entered the kitchen, toweling himself off, obviously having just returned from a swim. For a moment, Danny forgot about his headache, because he was imagining trailing every singled damned drop of water on Steve with his fingers before following that up with his tongue. Steve would moan and squirm and beg underneath him. Steve caught his eye and grinned and the blood instantaneously drained from Danny’s face before flooding it again. He was certain that he looked like a vampire and then like a beet in the space of three seconds, and he turned away startled, but he thought he could see Steve smirking out of the corner of his eye. Damn him.
Danny threw back his coffee, thankful it wasn’t terribly hot because otherwise he would have scorched his tongue and throat.
“All right, I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Chin,” he said nodding, the man looked up, looking more pitiful than Danny thought he’d seen, except for maybe that one time with the bomb, but Chin nodded back and then drank some coffee.
“Awww, come on, Danny, where are you going?” Steve asked, teasing.
“Away from the crazy,” Danny said gestured towards Steve (was that a pout on his face?) and catching the matching confused expressions on Jenna and Kono before closing the door behind him.
*****
Steve had spent the day in court for one of the cases; it was one of the few times drawing straws for something had gone Danny’s way. Most of the day had been spent on paperwork and now the office was empty except for him. Jenna had gone with Kono and Chin to some family thing; they’d dragged her along because as Kono said, “You spend too much time in front of the computer! You need sunlight!”
Chin had added, “Vampires have more of a tan than you” And when Jenna smiled, Danny got the feeling she’d never been included in a family like this. He grabbed the Magic 8-Ball Kono left on his desk one day as a gag gift.
“Here,” she’d said when she’d given it to him, “for all those times when you have to answer your own questions.” She was laughing, but he had a feeling that she did sympathize. Chin was good about giving answers. Steve, however, preferred to frown if things were about to be troublesome, grin when something was going to piss Danny off, and laugh when things were about to go bat shit crazy. He ran one a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends just a little because the tension made him feel a little saner.
“Is this the rest of my life?” he asked, though he wasn’t expecting an answer. When he looked at the answer in the blue liquid - what was with that anyway? - It said “Better not tell you now.”
“Fuck,” he said, “shit is about to get crazy isn’t it?”
“Without a doubt,” it responded.
“Is there any good news?”
“Reply hazy, try again.”
“Of course it is, can’t you tell me anything helpful?” Danny was not holding his breath.
“Very doubtful.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Concentrate and ask again,” it said.
“Fuck you!” Danny yelled and threw it in the waste basket. It clattered against the mesh wiring with nothing there to cushion its bounced landing. Steve walked in then, smiling, and Danny wondered how much the other man had seen before getting distracted by just how good Steve looked in the suit he’d worn to testify in court today.
“Aww, does your crush not like you back?” Steve asked, giving Danny his best mock concern face, then went back to grinning. “Don’t worry, Danno, it told me I was going to get shot yesterday and I’m fine!”
“Do you even remember yesterday, Steven? We got shot at yesterday.” Danny was barely holding himself together and was not even in the mood to start on the use of 'Danno'. Steve had worn a tie that day; it was un-knotted now, trailing down both sides of his chest, looking like two giant arrows pointing towards... Danny made himself look away hoping Steve hadn’t noticed where he was looking. He focused on Steve’s mouth because it was moving. That didn’t really help.
“Shot at, Danny, shot at – no one actually took a bullet,” Steve responded happily, picking the 8-Ball out of the basket and shaking it, “According to this, ‘It is certain’ your crush likes you back, that outta cheer you up. You just need to go after him.” Steve winked before placing the 8-Ball on Danny’s desk as a paperweight again and walking away. Danny frowned. What had Steve said? What was the wink for? Plus, he was sure the 8-Ball had said, “Very doubtful.”
Steve went to his desk and Danny laid his head on the desk breathing through his nose, counting to ten, hoping to calm down. He heard Steve rustling, then the other man called, “Hey Danny.”
Danny answered, without thinking or looking up, “Yeah?” When he did look up, he was sorry.
Steve’s tie was gone and he was working off his shoes, then his socks and he was standing there barefoot. He slung the suit jacket over the chair, then the shirt was pulled out of the pants and he was taking time unbuttoning it slowly, revealing an inch at a time of smooth, glorious, tanned skin. Danny licked his lower lip, imagining what it would be like to slap Steve’s hands away and do the work himself. He was staring, he knew he should look away, but there was this barely visible patch of hair just below Steve’s belly button, that seemed to point straight down, and Danny could barely contain his desire to follow the hair and explore where it led. He swallowed. Hard.
“Where are the others?” Steve continued as he worked the shirt off, putting his arms behind his back as he worked off the sleeves. Danny imagined grabbing hold of the ends of those sleeves with Steve’s arms still trapped in them, while he pulled Steve down for a kiss. Danny tried to concentrate on Steve’s question.
“Uh... They... uh... some family thing,” he finally choked out.
Steve laid the shirt over the jacket and Danny expected him to go for the pack laying on the desk which always held extra clothes in it, but he didn’t, instead he began tugging on the black belt Danny hadn’t noticed before as it blended in with the black slacks. Off it went, tossed onto the desk.
“Jenna too?”
“Yeah.” He thought he deserved some sort of award for being able to speak.
“That’s nice,” Steve said, absentmindedly. He worked open the button on his pants, Danny’s eyes grew wide, Steve pulled down the zipper, and began to work the pants down, pulling his boxers dangerously low in the process. Danny’s heart was in his throat and he thought he might scream. Really this was all too much. He got up and stormed into Steve’s office just as Steve got his pants all the way off and folded the pants to lay them over the pile of clothes now on the back of his chair.
“What the HELL are you doing?” Danny yelled.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m changing. Couldn’t stand that suit anymore,” Steve answered. Like stripping down to practically nothing was a completely normal evening activity in the middle of the office. Then again, Danny thought, this is God-damned Steven McGarrett.
“Normal people replace the item of clothing they have just taken off with another when changing in public.” He noticed his arms were flying about, but he couldn’t help it. He continued, “Current shirt off, new shirt on; old pants off, new pants on – it’s simple! They do not stand in an office with glass...” he gestured violently at their surroundings, “everything in nothing but their boxers!” Which was when Danny saw Steve playing with the elastic waistband on his boxers. Danny strangled the groan in his throat and tried to look away. He pinched the bridge of his nose, but his eyes never left Steve’s hips -- they had him mesmerized.
“Well, Danny, I don’t want to offend your feminine sensibilities when I take off my boxers.” Danny’s hand and jaw dropped and he openly stared at the other man.
“What?”
“Yeah, I mean you can’t wear a suit without something, but my cargo pants?” Steve winked and began pulling down the edge of his boxers, so Danny whirled around just before the elastic revealed the edge of Steve’s half-mast. How much he wanted to look. How much he wanted to touch. He couldn’t bear...
“Have a good evening, Steven,” he said as he walked straight out the door.
“Come on, Danno--” but Danny didn’t stick around to hear the rest.
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Genre: Humor, (Pre-ish except not?) Slash
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Warnings: UST
Pairings: Danny/Steve
Word Count: ~1800
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.
Summary: Danny chickens out then argues with a Magic 8-Ball, and Steve continues to be evil.
Notes: My thanks to
purple_spock as always because she is wonderful and knows what words I meant to use even when I've used the wrong ones and to shanachie_quill who tells me not to let my punctuation escape and likes Danny on the edge at least as much as I do. As always, shit is on me. Also available at AO3
Follows Truth or Dare
Danny did his best to be quiet while he cursed Steve, Kono, Rachel, Hawaii, any and all possible gods, saints, and angels he could think of off the top of his head; though not necessarily in that order. Had he thought about chasing Steven down and either a) stripping him and kissing him senseless or b) kissing him senseless and then punching him? Yes, but instead, he took a drink of water which made him feel both ill and better (what the hell had he been thinking drinking that much?), so he braced himself against the counter until he had his body under better control.
He would be doing neither of those things to Steve tonight. He made a beeline for the guestroom (well a straight line he knew old ladies with walkers who moved quicker), hoping he wouldn’t spend the night praying to the porcelain God. He slept fitfully that night, feeling ill and dreaming of kissing Steve when neither of them had an audience, or clothes.
He woke up miserable, but too tired to be angry. When he got downstairs, Chin was at Steve’s kitchen table with a cup of coffee in one hand and his head in the other. They had a conversation that went like this:
“Naguhh?” Danny greeted.
“Hrrumpphh. Hmammnnhou?” Chin responded.
“Arrrumm,” Danny replied.
“Rannumph?”
“Yannnhhh,” Danny said, sliding into the chair beside Chin with a full cup of coffee in hand.
Kono and Jenna came down together looking breezy.
“Gentleman,” Jenna said and both of them smiled.
“How are you not - ?” Danny gestured violently but could find no words to finish his thought and couldn’t be bothered to think any harder.
“Maybe we just know how to hold our liquor better,” Kono said, sounding just a little bit smug.
“No way.” Chin shook his head. “You cheated... I don’t know how but you did,” Chin said, annoyed. The girls’ laughter punched Danny in the head and he decided he would stick to drinking his coffee.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jenna replied with a sly grin.
“Good morning ladies,” Steve said, smiling as he entered the kitchen, toweling himself off, obviously having just returned from a swim. For a moment, Danny forgot about his headache, because he was imagining trailing every singled damned drop of water on Steve with his fingers before following that up with his tongue. Steve would moan and squirm and beg underneath him. Steve caught his eye and grinned and the blood instantaneously drained from Danny’s face before flooding it again. He was certain that he looked like a vampire and then like a beet in the space of three seconds, and he turned away startled, but he thought he could see Steve smirking out of the corner of his eye. Damn him.
Danny threw back his coffee, thankful it wasn’t terribly hot because otherwise he would have scorched his tongue and throat.
“All right, I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Chin,” he said nodding, the man looked up, looking more pitiful than Danny thought he’d seen, except for maybe that one time with the bomb, but Chin nodded back and then drank some coffee.
“Awww, come on, Danny, where are you going?” Steve asked, teasing.
“Away from the crazy,” Danny said gestured towards Steve (was that a pout on his face?) and catching the matching confused expressions on Jenna and Kono before closing the door behind him.
*****
Steve had spent the day in court for one of the cases; it was one of the few times drawing straws for something had gone Danny’s way. Most of the day had been spent on paperwork and now the office was empty except for him. Jenna had gone with Kono and Chin to some family thing; they’d dragged her along because as Kono said, “You spend too much time in front of the computer! You need sunlight!”
Chin had added, “Vampires have more of a tan than you” And when Jenna smiled, Danny got the feeling she’d never been included in a family like this. He grabbed the Magic 8-Ball Kono left on his desk one day as a gag gift.
“Here,” she’d said when she’d given it to him, “for all those times when you have to answer your own questions.” She was laughing, but he had a feeling that she did sympathize. Chin was good about giving answers. Steve, however, preferred to frown if things were about to be troublesome, grin when something was going to piss Danny off, and laugh when things were about to go bat shit crazy. He ran one a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends just a little because the tension made him feel a little saner.
“Is this the rest of my life?” he asked, though he wasn’t expecting an answer. When he looked at the answer in the blue liquid - what was with that anyway? - It said “Better not tell you now.”
“Fuck,” he said, “shit is about to get crazy isn’t it?”
“Without a doubt,” it responded.
“Is there any good news?”
“Reply hazy, try again.”
“Of course it is, can’t you tell me anything helpful?” Danny was not holding his breath.
“Very doubtful.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Concentrate and ask again,” it said.
“Fuck you!” Danny yelled and threw it in the waste basket. It clattered against the mesh wiring with nothing there to cushion its bounced landing. Steve walked in then, smiling, and Danny wondered how much the other man had seen before getting distracted by just how good Steve looked in the suit he’d worn to testify in court today.
“Aww, does your crush not like you back?” Steve asked, giving Danny his best mock concern face, then went back to grinning. “Don’t worry, Danno, it told me I was going to get shot yesterday and I’m fine!”
“Do you even remember yesterday, Steven? We got shot at yesterday.” Danny was barely holding himself together and was not even in the mood to start on the use of 'Danno'. Steve had worn a tie that day; it was un-knotted now, trailing down both sides of his chest, looking like two giant arrows pointing towards... Danny made himself look away hoping Steve hadn’t noticed where he was looking. He focused on Steve’s mouth because it was moving. That didn’t really help.
“Shot at, Danny, shot at – no one actually took a bullet,” Steve responded happily, picking the 8-Ball out of the basket and shaking it, “According to this, ‘It is certain’ your crush likes you back, that outta cheer you up. You just need to go after him.” Steve winked before placing the 8-Ball on Danny’s desk as a paperweight again and walking away. Danny frowned. What had Steve said? What was the wink for? Plus, he was sure the 8-Ball had said, “Very doubtful.”
Steve went to his desk and Danny laid his head on the desk breathing through his nose, counting to ten, hoping to calm down. He heard Steve rustling, then the other man called, “Hey Danny.”
Danny answered, without thinking or looking up, “Yeah?” When he did look up, he was sorry.
Steve’s tie was gone and he was working off his shoes, then his socks and he was standing there barefoot. He slung the suit jacket over the chair, then the shirt was pulled out of the pants and he was taking time unbuttoning it slowly, revealing an inch at a time of smooth, glorious, tanned skin. Danny licked his lower lip, imagining what it would be like to slap Steve’s hands away and do the work himself. He was staring, he knew he should look away, but there was this barely visible patch of hair just below Steve’s belly button, that seemed to point straight down, and Danny could barely contain his desire to follow the hair and explore where it led. He swallowed. Hard.
“Where are the others?” Steve continued as he worked the shirt off, putting his arms behind his back as he worked off the sleeves. Danny imagined grabbing hold of the ends of those sleeves with Steve’s arms still trapped in them, while he pulled Steve down for a kiss. Danny tried to concentrate on Steve’s question.
“Uh... They... uh... some family thing,” he finally choked out.
Steve laid the shirt over the jacket and Danny expected him to go for the pack laying on the desk which always held extra clothes in it, but he didn’t, instead he began tugging on the black belt Danny hadn’t noticed before as it blended in with the black slacks. Off it went, tossed onto the desk.
“Jenna too?”
“Yeah.” He thought he deserved some sort of award for being able to speak.
“That’s nice,” Steve said, absentmindedly. He worked open the button on his pants, Danny’s eyes grew wide, Steve pulled down the zipper, and began to work the pants down, pulling his boxers dangerously low in the process. Danny’s heart was in his throat and he thought he might scream. Really this was all too much. He got up and stormed into Steve’s office just as Steve got his pants all the way off and folded the pants to lay them over the pile of clothes now on the back of his chair.
“What the HELL are you doing?” Danny yelled.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m changing. Couldn’t stand that suit anymore,” Steve answered. Like stripping down to practically nothing was a completely normal evening activity in the middle of the office. Then again, Danny thought, this is God-damned Steven McGarrett.
“Normal people replace the item of clothing they have just taken off with another when changing in public.” He noticed his arms were flying about, but he couldn’t help it. He continued, “Current shirt off, new shirt on; old pants off, new pants on – it’s simple! They do not stand in an office with glass...” he gestured violently at their surroundings, “everything in nothing but their boxers!” Which was when Danny saw Steve playing with the elastic waistband on his boxers. Danny strangled the groan in his throat and tried to look away. He pinched the bridge of his nose, but his eyes never left Steve’s hips -- they had him mesmerized.
“Well, Danny, I don’t want to offend your feminine sensibilities when I take off my boxers.” Danny’s hand and jaw dropped and he openly stared at the other man.
“What?”
“Yeah, I mean you can’t wear a suit without something, but my cargo pants?” Steve winked and began pulling down the edge of his boxers, so Danny whirled around just before the elastic revealed the edge of Steve’s half-mast. How much he wanted to look. How much he wanted to touch. He couldn’t bear...
“Have a good evening, Steven,” he said as he walked straight out the door.
“Come on, Danno--” but Danny didn’t stick around to hear the rest.
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