Chapter 1:
It was a Wednesday evening around 7 o'clock. The team had departed from their offices about two hours previously. The team's head, Steve McGarrett, was at him home in his room, pacing back and forth between his open dresser and his bed. The tall, brawny man placed clothing on his bed in small piles. As soon as he was done gathering his clothes, he began to roll the folded clothes and put them in a hiking back pack near his mess kit, packaged food, sleeping bag, and extra pillow.
Steve grinned as he finished placing an extra pair of socks and undershirt in the bag. Since the team had been working so hard and was granted the four day weekend, Steve jumped at the chance to go on a hiking trip. A four day weekend is exactly what we all need. He thought as he walked to the bathroom. He left his travel bathroom pack wrap on the sink and looked up in the mirror. He almost didn't recognize the face he saw. God, I've aged. I really do need this excursion.
He grinned at the thought. He was so excited to get out the following morning. He bit his lower lip and headed back out to finishing his packing.
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"Oh, god. . ."
His whispers were only heard by him. He gripped himself tighter and stroked fast. He bit his lower lip and gripped onto the blanket on the bed he laid on. . .on his bed that he laid on.
"Fuck. . ."
This had been going on for at least a half hour. He raised the feelings, stopped, let them simmer away, and then did it once more. Feelings gathered and rose higher once again as the stroking went faster and faster. His muscles tightened and he thrusted in small movements on the bed.
"Oh, shit. . ."
It was close.
He was close.
So close.
Nearly there.
Almost there. . .
He gasped in a breath and whispered a single name.
"S-Steve. . ."
One more hard stroke upward and white hot fluid jetted out of his hard, tortured cock. "Oh. . ." He groaned and grinned as waves of pleasure ran through his body, making him shudder and breathe out in glee. "Oh, god." He moaned as he stroked the last of the fluid out, creating goosebumps along his flesh. "Shit." He whispered out as his hand easily glided along his dick, now covered in hot, sticky, white substance.
Danny Williams ran his fingers through his blonde hair that was now messy from a light sweat and moving his head against the sheets. He let his head and hand, he was using to comb his hair, fall against the bed. He closed his eyes and he breathed in the night.
After several minutes, he opened his tired eyes. What the hell is wrong with me? He wondered. Why am I thinking about him so much. . .and in this way too? He stroked his dick slowly as it grew soft and his tumescence waned away steadily. Why am I. . .so turned on by his stupid actions? I mean, today. . .
It really wasn't Danny's fault. After figuring out that Kono and Steve went to the docks by themselves to check out a car that had been driven off the docks by the last case's perpetrators, he knew he had to get to the docks to help Kono and Steve out any way he knew how.
As long as that did not involve getting in the unclear water that moved in the shadows of the buildings as the sun hid behind them.
The car had contained evidence that would help convict the two men that had been head suspects of the case. Danny did not expect Kono and Steve to find the evidence so quickly, nor did he expect to find Steve pulling himself onto the deck, after diving, with only his jumpsuit bottoms, a snorkel mask, and a small mesh bag that most likely had the evidence they needed within it.
Danny had just closed his car door as Steve jumped up on the deck, standing up as ocean water dripped off his body. He pulled his mask off and helped Kono up. Everything seemed to slow as Kono gestured towards Danny and Steve turned his body. His face brightened and he broke into a grin upon seeing Danny and waved at him. He began to walk towards him. Just as the sun was peeking out from behind the buildings in the morning, it touched Steve's lovely toned and muscled abs, making them glisten with the added water running down his body.
"Hey." Steve had said.
Danny grimaced on his bed as he remembered the morning. How he barely managed to make out a 'hey' back, how he gawked, how he. . .was just so unbelievably stupid. Steve had been. . .so hot. . .so attractive. . .in half of his wetsuit with his chest bare.
Danny brought his fisted hand to his mouth and bit the back of it. This can't be happening. He brought his hand to his head and slowly opened his eyes. He gazed up at the ceiling.
God, I wish we could just. . .Danny grinned. How great would it be? Danny breathed in and a fluttering excitement ran through his chest. Danny shook his head.
I can't be thinking like this. I mean, he's my best friend. . .my partner. . .arguably, my boss. I can't keep. . .jerking off to thoughts of him, that's. . .wrong, it's. . .bad. I know that this can't happen. It will never happen for so many reasons. It's just the way it is.
Danny sighed out and looked out the window that was across the room.
I wish it wasn't that way though. . .