Finally... Maybe (Part 4 of 5)

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Title: Finally... Maybe (Part 4 of 5)
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC -17
Spoilers: I'm pretty sure my story here has nothing to do with any episodes.
Warnings: Boy on boy action.
Pairings: Danny/Steve
Word Count: 4,700
Disclaimer: There is absolutely no question about my lack of involvement with H50. Also, I make no money from this.

Summary: We left off with the Steve showing up at Danny's apartment and kissing him. We pick up there.

A/N: Too many thanks to give to purple_spock and shanachie_quill  who get asked weird questions and have to wrangle my commas. All the mistakes, antics, ridiculousness are mine.

LJ Parts 
Truth or Dare
Tease
Solitaire 


All parts at AO3 


The kiss deepened, pulled Danny in, dragged him down into spiral and he was sinking into the whirlpool of it; he was drowning in it. If there was a place on Danny’s body he hadn’t touched, Steve seemed to be desperately working to remedy it. Danny’s hands had begun acting of their own accord, wandering, searching, and finding those places that made Steve moan against his mouth. Danny was falling back, and he didn't mind. The couch caught him, and Steve leaned over him, pushed him back and followed him, dripping rainwater onto Danny as he did so; Danny didn’t care about that either.

Danny was trapped underneath Steve, whose knees were on either side of his hips, calves against his thighs. Steve’s hands were in Danny’s hair leaving wet drops through it, pressing away the tension in his shoulders, running along the contours of his chest. Steve pulled back for a moment to work off the tie Danny had only loosened when he’d gotten home before he leaned back in and gently sucked on Danny’s bottom lip. Danny’s hips hitched at the sensation. He could feel Steve smile against his lips and knew it was a smug smile, but Danny couldn’t find a reason or the desire to rebuke the man who sent ripples of shivers through him just in the act of unbuttoning the first few buttons his of his shirt.

Then Steve paused and pulled back to say, “Babe, we’re pulling out the bed.” Danny groaned, though he didn’t disagree. Steve hadn’t budged; Danny was still pinned to the couch as Steve continued to stare down at him.

“Get off me then,” Danny said, pushing at Steve a little, though not hard enough that he expected results from his actions. Steve grabbed Danny’s wrists before he could pull them away from Steve’s chest and grinned.

“I like you like this.” Steve’s smile made him look a little wild. “Don’t think for a second I’m not going to have you underneath me again.” Danny thought he might have gulped. He wanted to throw a retort, say he wouldn’t make it easy, but after days of frustration and a look from Steve promising the best kind of torture his bravado failed. “Mmmm.” Steve's eyes followed the line his finger traced down the side of Danny’s neck. “I’m going to become intimately familiar with your pulse, Detective Williams; I want to know how it feels when it jumps against my tongue.” Danny’s exhale got trapped in his throat and he flushed, feeling his pulse thunder. Steve smiled as he got off the couch and quickly pulled Danny up in the process.

The bed was stubborn. Danny cursed, Steve laughed, but a final tug brought it out and Steve had it from there - deftly unfolding it the rest of the way and smoothing out the blankets Danny had left on it. Danny was on one side of the couch and Steve started from the opposite side. He kicked off his shoes and came crawling across the bed looking like he was stalking his prey. Danny swallowed hard again. Steve rose from all fours to his knees on the bed and made it so he was eye level with Danny who had remained where he was, standing beside the bed. Steve curled his fingers into Danny’s shirt and pulled, dragging Danny forward into another kiss. This one was slower, sweeter, more like a caress. Danny sighed happily into it, content for a moment as he waited for the heat to consume him again. It was not a long wait.

He started a little when he realized he was about to lose his shirt. He had a moment of “Do I really want the most attractive creatures on the planet seeing me naked” and Steve seemed to notice the brief hesitation.

“Danny, I want this, I want you, but I’ll stop if - I will stop if you don’t want this,” he said, as he motioned back and forth between the two of them. He was giving Danny one of those looks, an absolutely insistent, irresistible, sad-eyed, pleading look that could only have been out done by Grace and how could Danny resist him after that? Especially when it was something he wanted so badly anyway?

He didn’t have the words to answer; instead, he wrapped his fingers into Steve’s shirt as he leaned in and began his own assault on Steve’s neck, running his tongue down from the edge of Steve’s jaw until he found the other man’s heartbeat, quick, but steady and strong beneath the skin. He bit down just a little letting his teeth scrap along the beginnings of stubble. He could feel the vibrations against his lips when Steve groaned. For a moment he felt victorious and a little bit smug, but then Steve pushed him back to get off the bed and Danny’s shirt was on the floor.

Steve stood in front of him before turning them both so that the backs of Danny’s knees were touching the bed which was when Danny realized Steve still had on both his shirts, in Danny’s mind this was completely unfair. Danny laughed silently at Steve’s attire. His top shirt was one the average mainlander would have buttoned, but oh no, not Steve. Danny hooked his fingers under the shoulders of the shirt and began to push it off slowly, taking the time to enjoy the feel of Steve’s biceps and forearms as he went. He was staring at Steve’s chest as he did it, inwardly fighting for control. When Steve’s arms were free of the shirt, Danny went for Steve’s second shirt, which quickly joined the other two on the floor.

Steve placed one hand under Danny’s chin, tilting his head up. Danny thought it was to look in his eyes, but Steve was looking at his mouth with that hungry, hungry look. Danny couldn’t stand it. He wrapped his hand around the back of Steve’s neck and pulled him down; he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of that smug grin again and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to kiss it off.

Steve was playing his fingers over Danny’s side in a way that almost tickled and sent a painfully good rush straight below his belt. Steve slid just a single finger beneath the waist of Danny's pants, against his skin and he shivered at the sensation. His belt was going to be gone in a moment so he retaliated by working Steve’s loose and ripping it out of those cargo pants that had absolutely no business looking so good on a human being. Fucking hell, no one looked good in cargos but then Steve wasn’t just anyone.

Steve paused, took something out of his pants, placed in on the nightstand and then resumed his work on Danny's slacks. Danny caught a look of it out of the corner of his eye, but his pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and gone before he got more than a glimpse of whatever it was. Steve dragged his knuckles along Danny’s shaft and over the swelling head, overriding his brain’s ability to do anything but feel Steve’s hands. Damn those hands. Groaning and panting, Danny’s mouth opened further and Steve took full advantage, tasting and testing before sucking on Danny’s lower lip again causing a riot of sensation to shoot through him.

Detached from his brain, Danny’s fingers made clumsy though eventually effective work of tearing away Steve’s pants from his obscenely long, well-muscled legs. Danny knew before he looked that Steve wouldn’t have on any boxers and he was not disappointed. He reached around to grab Steve’s ass, using the leverage to grind the other man against him. Steve’s corresponding moan and mirroring grind was immensely satisfying or would have been if it didn’t turn Danny on so damn much.

Steve pressed against Danny till he was falling again and there was a moment when he wished he cared because it was terrifying how easily he trusted this man, but he couldn’t find it within him to stop or even be afraid. Steve guided Danny to the edge so that he was lying across the foot of the bed. Steve followed; their lips and tongues swirling together with a need that, at least for Danny, had been unsatisfied for far too long. He was drowning again, this time in fire, and he couldn’t imagine anything better.

Steve moved away to nibble on Danny’s neck and Danny felt his body work to feel more of Steve in whatever way it could. His arms clutched the other man; his hips working against Steve’s smooth abs. Then Steve began to kiss and lick and nibble his way down Danny’s bare torso, grazing his teeth along one of Danny’s nipples and pinching the other until their tightness stung and Danny could feel the wet from his pre-come where his dick was rubbing against Steve. Steve trailed open mouthed, his breath hot, down Danny’s belly and he was gasping. He knew his hips were no longer in his control as he bucked against Steve.

Steve hovered over Danny’s erection, blowing over it softly and smiling. His licks underneath Danny’s erection were whisper light and Danny groaned something resembling, “Oh God, Steve!” and couldn’t help resting his legs against Steve’s shoulders. Steve paused in his torture to move a little, taking the lube off the nightstand where he’d placed it earlier. Danny had noticed it initially but Steve had distracted him so quickly and thoroughly he’d forgotten again. Steve was lubing up his fingers and Danny swallowed reflexively in an unsuccessful attempt to lessen the dryness in his throat. Then Steve’s full attention was back on Danny and it left him feeling completely exposed and just a little bit vulnerable.

“Just assumed I’d say yes, did you?” Danny said as Steve’s finger slid home, beginning the stretch that felt so good. Danny sucked in a breath as Steve worked his finger in and out, working the stretch and spreading the lube. Steve pulled his finger out adding more lube before working a second finger in. Danny hissed in pleasure. In some ways, Steve’s touch was like static shock - a jolt - but mostly it made Danny feel alive and dying and uncontrollable. He fought for control over his shaking limbs. Steve didn’t respond, so Danny continued speaking.

“What if I’d said ‘no’?” Danny forgot what he’d asked when Steve’s fingers curled and began rocking against that spot. “FUCK!” Danny yelled as the pressure in his cock was getting to be way too much and it felt too damn good. Steve pulled his fingers out to the very edge of Danny’s entrance and stopped. Danny jerked his head, which had rocked back, up to look at Steve.

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” Danny barely managed around the knot in his throat.

“No as in, ‘no please stop, or ‘no, don’t stop’?” Steve wasn’t grinning, but Danny could see the pleasure in the other man’s eyes. Danny was sure he couldn’t effectively voice the words he needed. He very nearly scowled and the thought crossed his mind that McGarrett could use some sense knocked into him. He grabbed Steve’s wrist and pulled it towards his body, effectively guiding those wicked fingers back in. Steve’s eyes blazed behind his grin and Danny shivered, increasing the sensation which made him tighten reflexively sending him into a vicious cycle of sensation even before Steve began to move his fingers again.

Danny didn’t say anything, well nothing comprehensible - just string of curses, “Oh God’s”, and various guttural sounds he wouldn’t have been able to repeat on purpose if he’d wanted to as Steve slowly, gently pushed and pressed inside him. It was not long before Danny’s dick was practically standing up on its own.

“Move your legs down,” Steve ordered in a low voice.

Danny complied as best he could and Steve moved quickly to accommodate, only disrupting their rhythm for a moment. Steve blew across Danny’s dick again and he bucked in response, but Steve had been prepared for it. When Danny managed to open his eyes, Steve looked quite pleased. Steve’s wet, warm tongue trailed up the underside of Danny’s erection and he very nearly lost it. Attempting to hold off just a little longer – it felt so damn good and he needed it to never stop in equal measure to how badly he needed release – he dug his fingers into Steve’s shoulders, then tried to ease up when he realized how hard he was gripping. Steve’s smirk looked positively dangerous and Danny found himself holding his breath.

“Sorry,” he just barely managed to grunt.

“Do whatever you need to not to come for another full minute.” Steve said, briefly stopping to add more lube to his fingers. Danny gave him a quizzical look so he continued, “I want to try something and I really need to not come until I hum, okay?” Danny was still confused; most his mental capacity was shot the moment Steve’s tongue had found his – though, he thought he might have nodded his acquiescence. Steve licked round the head, then his fingers were back – cool, slick, and more insistent than before and Danny cried out, digging his fingers into Steve’s back again and barely managing to breathe. Steve was slowly working his mouth down Danny’s dick just tiny little excruciating bits at a time.

Danny was fighting not to buck, not to move, not to tighten around Steve’s fingers, but he could feel his body overriding his thoughts. Steve took Danny all the way down but did not draw back up. Instead, he swallowed around Danny’s swollen, overly sensitive cock and started pushing his fingers a little harder.

Then Steve hummed and the vibrations pushed Danny over the edge. He bucked, yelled, maybe even screamed as he exploded down Steve’s throat. Steve kept swallowing, humming and moaning and if Danny’s eyes were open he couldn’t see anything but bright white sparks. Steve slowed his finger and Danny didn’t remember ever coming for that long. By the time Steve took his lips away from Danny, he was completely limp and wasted. Steve started touching his chest and legs again, caressing him, and Danny was so over stimulated that he considered pushing Steve away, but the pain of the pleasure was much better than the loss of Steve’s touch.

When Steve began stroking his cock, Danny reached out and curled his hand around Steve’s cock. Before he could figure out if he had the energy to get the other man off, Steve had wrapped his hand over Danny’s and it was no time at all before he was spilling onto Danny’s stomach. Danny was still on his back when Steve collapsed next to him. Steve lay on his side, threw an arm over Danny’s chest and nuzzled against his face.

“Fuck,” Danny said, because honestly what else was there to say?

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” Steve sighed.

“Okay,” Danny managed to murmur though he wasn’t sure his legs would be able to carry him to the bathroom. Sure enough he was wobbly, but he managed. As they cleaned up, Steve kept glancing over at him, grinning.

“What is it you find so amusing?” Danny asked as Steve made his way back to the bed from the bathroom.

“Your aversion to the beach and swimming and your general obsession with wearing too many clothes used to annoy me.”

“Okay... and now it doesn’t? ”

“Now I’m kind of glad you don’t go showing yourself off to everyone.” Danny was doing his best not to get upset about that, but he was losing the battle.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, failing to hide his sarcasm. He couldn’t help it; sarcasm was his defense against everything. He turned off all the lights and it was only because of how well he knew the space that he could start back to the bed. Kicking Steve out crossed his mind, but before he could work out the words, Steve interrupted his introspection.

“I’d want to punch everyone who looked at you. Which would be everyone and we can’t have me punching tourists. I’m pretty sure even so-called immunity and means wouldn’t stretch so far as decking women on the beach.” Danny was gaping at him and blushing and thankful for the dark. “Come to bed, Danny,” he added.

Danny slid under the covers next to Steve, feeling strange about sharing a bed with someone after so long. Sure he’d had a few one stands and even though he’d always felt crappy after them there had been moments, especially in Hawaii, before Meka made him family, that he’d just needed some kind of human touch. But this with Steve? It was different. This was Steve. He wasn’t wondering the best way to slip out. He didn’t hate what he’d done. There was no headache from too much alcohol.

This was Steve lying next to him on his side with one arm tucked under a pillow. When Danny lay in the bed beside him, he pulled Danny in close till Danny could feel Steve’s body all along his and Steve’s breath on his neck and shoulder. He held Steve’s arm to his chest, hardly able to believe anything that had happened and thinking in the morning they’d have to go back to work. Part of him wanted to ask, “And then what?” though most of him was too satisfied and content to worry about it now.

“Stop that,” Steve said.

“Stop what?” Danny asked.

“Stop thinking. Go to sleep,” Steve responded and then kissed Danny’s shoulder. Danny laughed but obligingly closed his eyes, letting the afterglow wash over him again and the sturdiness of Steve prove that this wasn’t just a dream, it was better. Maybe it was cheesy but part of him wanted to stay awake and enjoy it, since he couldn’t possibly know how long it would last, but Danny had rarely been able to stay conscious for long after sex and that was the strongest damn orgasm he could remember having. The sound of the waves on the beach left him feeling peaceful, which should have been a clue he was dreaming since he hated the beach, but he didn’t notice.

It was only later, when he was jostled awake that he’d realized he’d fallen asleep. He was confused by the feeling of the extra weight in his bed and turned to find Steve sitting bolt upright beside him. Steve was really there. He thought he’d dreamed up the fire and mischief and lust in Steve’s eyes while his mouth took Danny in. He found he was hard again thinking about it, but something about the way Steve was sitting looked wrong and he put those thoughts aside.

“Babe?” he said it softly, trying not to startle him.

“I’m sorry, Danny, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” It was said in a calm measured tone, the kind of voice Steve used during work or when he was masking something. Danny sat up, dusted his fingers across Steve’s shoulders feeling the tension and hoped he was making the right decision.

“What’s wrong? And don’t tell me 'nothing',” he said.

Steve sighed. “There are a lot of things I can’t tell you. I’ve see... Hell, I’ve done...” he sighed again, “I do the best I can and I can live with the lives I ended when it was to save someone else. But there were people I didn’t – couldn’t save and they...” Steve didn’t continue, but Danny understood, really he did. “When I have trouble going back to sleep, usually I just go for a swim.”

“Lay down on your stomach,” Danny instructed. Steve turned and Danny could see enough in the dark to discern that the look Steve was giving him was like he was from another planet – the same he look he gave Danny about not liking the beach or pineapple on pizza. Oh good, sex won’t affect our working relationship Danny thought, somewhat bemused.

“Or lay on your side, either way, will you just trust me for once?” Danny asked. For a moment, Steve looked like he might come back with a retort, but he did as Danny asked and rolled onto his side to face Danny as he lay back down too.

“No, your other side,” Danny said pointing so Steve would face the window instead. Steve hesitated like he was going to ask a question, but then didn’t. Danny exhaled, blowing away some of the hair that had fallen into his face.

“This is going to seem silly, but it’s something my sisters used to do.” Danny started draw his finger over Steve’s back, deciding what he’d trace there. “I pretended it was ridiculous but really, I thought it was nice.”

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“I’m going to write or draw on your back and you’re going to guess what I’m doing.” Danny was thankful that Steve couldn’t see him blush a little, but he thought the silliness of it might distract Steve enough to make him sleep. Plus Danny thought he might still be a little giddy.

“That kind of tickles. What are you drawing?” Steve asked as Danny felt the other man shiver under his fingertips.

“You’re supposed to guess.” Danny said. “Are you ticklish?”

“It’s...” he shivered again, “Different. Is that an o?”

“No, try again.”

“A 'q'?” Steve asked.

“Nope.”

“A stethoscope?”

“Really, Steve? A stethoscope?”

“Well, it kind of felt like one...” Steve said.

“You’re hopeless.”

“You’ve got to quit that, Danny.” Danny halted immediately in response, but let his fingers linger on Steve’s back. He thought about drawing them back, but he’d already misunderstood one thing said tonight, he was willing to wait for the explanation. He was even willing to take a risk. He was propped up on one arm, but he let the hand that had been tracing along Steve’s back to wander over Steve’s hip and thigh.

“It isn’t releasing tension so much as it’s…”Steve shuddered and hummed low in his throat which was when Danny realized what Steve meant by “It kind of tickles”. He wrapped himself more tightly around Steve and began running his hand over Steve’s hardening cock. Steve sucked in a breath then let it out in a hiss through his teeth. Danny didn’t think Steve had noticed he’d leaned farther back against Danny’s chest but Danny wasn’t about to complain. Steve leaned back still more and angled himself enough so he could see Danny. Reaching backwards, Steve wrapped his hand through Danny’s hair so he could tug a little while his lips seemed to fight Danny’s for control.

Steve’s lips were urgent, even desperate, but Danny was slow as he stroked the inside of Steve’s mouth with his tongue in sync with the stroking and massaging he was doing under the sheets. Steve moaned and tensed as his hand held tight to the back of Danny’s neck. Steve jerked his hips, attempting to speed up the process, but Danny just loosened his hand in response.

“Please,” Steve whimpered into Danny’s chest, “Please, Danny.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

“God,” Steve’s voice cracked a little, “please.”

Danny tightened his grip somewhat but he did not speed up, not at first. Steve pleaded, groaned, squirmed, twisted, and bucked as little by little Danny gave him more until Steve’s hips were jerking uncontrollably and his whole body seemed to spasm. Danny didn’t stop until Steve was reduced to a shuddering, gasping and finally limp, breathless, smiling body-pillow beside him.

Steve was mush and Danny used the sheet to clean up before pulling it up and throwing it on the floor. The other blanket was more than enough on a normal Hawaii night and on top of that, Steve seemed to be a furnace. Danny settled back into the bed and Steve rolled over and once more flopped an arm over Danny’s chest. He waited until he was sure Steve was asleep before he said, “It was a heart, you fucking Neanderthal.” Though he wasn’t really angry at Steve not getting it and then he too drifted off to sleep.

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When Danny woke up, he was confused. Everything looked the same as usual, but he was sure something was supposed to be different about his surroundings that morning. Nothing was different about his apartment. Nothing was different about his bed. There was nothing different about... Oh shit, he thought, His bed. No, that must have been a dream. Surely if those things had truly happened the night before, Steve would be lying in bed with him now and the crazy Navy SEAL was most definitely not in the apartment.

Huh, he thought, that was a hell of a dream. He sat up but when he did he realized that there were a lot of sore muscles that were not usually sore. He might have chalked those up to sleeping in a weird position or something if it weren’t for the unmistakable feeling of a stretched hole that didn’t get that stretched from his usual activities. He looked at his nightstand and sure enough, Steve’s lube was still there.

He got up to look around his apartment. The lube was the only sign Steve had been there at all and when he looked out the window he couldn’t see his car. Bastard, Danny thought.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he woke up this morning. Okay, maybe he was hoping they’d fool around some more, maybe drink coffee, and maybe arrive late to work because of the fooling around again and Steve wouldn’t have clothes to change into and everyone would know that Steve had spent the night with Danny. If he was being honest to himself, that wouldn’t have been the best situation, but he couldn’t help wanting everyone to know that at least some part of Steve belonged to Danny.

He set the coffee pot to brew, showered, and got dressed. By the time he was out the coffee was ready and he poured a mug. He sipped at it since it was there, but he was feeling far too wound up to really to want to drink it. Plus there was something off putting about drinking hot coffee in such hot weather. For a moment, he was longing for those Jersey autumns when it felt crisp and edgy like it was asking if you were ready. Coffee always tasted better on those days, when the steam softened the air right before he would breathe it in and gave off that aroma that would help clear out all the crappy smells from whatever tragic crime scene he’d just left. Oh yes, in Jersey, coffee was a cop’s shield. If only he had a shield here – something to protect him from his life and all the crazy that surrounded him.

And speaking of crazy, where the hell was Steve?

Danny watched as the clock on the oven didn’t change. He looked at the microwave; it said the same time and still didn’t change. He looked at his phone; it didn’t change. Back to the oven; he growled at it, and it turned over a minute. Danny nearly slammed his head down on the table in front of him, but he eased up at the last minute, resting it beside his coffee instead. He was already getting a headache from waiting on Steve, who was already late thank-you-very-much, and he didn’t need to make it worse. He sighed.

He left his cup of coffee and went into the main room.

Unwillingly, he made the sofa bed, feeling for some inexplicable reason that if he made the bed it would somehow negate what happened in it the night before. When he finally managed to shove the bed part back into the couch, he picked the lube off the side table. He felt dumb about it, but he was hoping maybe he could find a way to use it to start an actual conversation with his stupid partner with his stupid faces and his stupid ego. Damn him.


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