Title: What's this, no tie?
Pairing: Steve/Danno
Warnings: Slash... 'cause that's how we roll
Word Count: ~ 1700
Summary: Steve enjoys the luxury of a long, hot shower... Danno is not tolerant of this extra indulgence.
Unbetad: but looking, if anyone would want to for the occasional piece every now and then. On with the show!
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Sultry.
That was the word for his current experience, Steve decided. Under usual circumstances, he wasn't that big on words, but his worrying tendency of imagining how Danno would describe everything was starting to become more of a habit. He leaned both hands against the dewy tile wall, his head bowed as a cascade of steamy water drenched him. He loved the outdoors, really. His amorous feelings for leafy forests and slate rocks was practically hard wired into him after the hiking adventures with his dad. Of course, Danno would put that down to him being raised by wolves.
Mmmm. Danno hiking with Steve. Danno getting all sorts of dirt and forest-smells on him. Danno rock climbing first, on the assurance that Steve would catch him. Steve smirked to himself on that one – he had not been watching Danno's footing.
The aches of his muscles were easing under the hot water that was washing all the blood and grime of their mission away. Leave it to Steve to need a witness that had retreated into the unknown, and secreted himself away amongst the tranquillity of Hawaiian forest. He couldn't have planned that one better himself if he had tried.
He would deny all knowledge later, but a groan slipped out of him as he stretched like a jungle cat, turning his face up to the water. He'd have to start being more disciplined; Five-0 had softened him up too much. Shortly after his stint as a Navy Seal, he could still have been scrubbed to perfection in under one minute flat. He certainly did not languish about in the shower like a teenage girl!
But, a traitorous voice pointed out, wasn't he trained to simply take pleasures as they come, and endure all between? Yes, Steve was leaning more favourably towards that particular notion at the moment.
Lazily, he reached one long arm out to the shampoo bottle on the floor and squirted some onto his palms. As he worked the bubbles over his hair, the fluffy white steadily turned into a brown-grey as the residual dirt and whatever else Steve had managed to roll in was washed away.
Stepping once more into the spray, the bubbles were no match to the powerful jets of the Five-0 headquarters showers. Yes, this was clearly his reward for working up the Naval food chain. That was a line Danno would go to town on. Shaking his head in a dog-like fashion to get the soap out of his eyes, Steven continued to wash in a more perfunctory manner, until... whoa, that was a rather pressing matter. But here? At headquarters? Danno was too busy getting the paperwork in to the Governor, as apparently it could not wait half an hour.
He turned back to the shower spray as he palmed his half hard dick, musing on images of Danno attempting to rub off the dirt on his arms in river water. He had not been very successful... but he had rolled his sleeves up to powerful biceps in a effort to get minimal water on his shirt. Steve's strokes quickened as he replayed the mini-movie in his head of Danno slapping at the mosquitoes that designated him as lunch. Steve could hardly disagree, his partner did look like a rather tasty morsel.
He widened his stance, and rested his other hand back on the shower wall, biting his lip to muffle any sound. After years in which privacy came at a premium, Steve had reached the stage where silence did not compromise speed or efficiency, it just was natural to him. He had just reached the point where Danno caught Steve laughing at him, when...
"Steve? You drowned in there? 'Cause I really do not relish the idea of telling the Governor that we survived all this crap only to have you drown in the shower, babe." Heavy footsteps clacking on the stone floor indicated an approaching, unaware Danno.
"Uhh, nah just give me a sec." His voice was gravelly and rough as his hand jerked away. Switching the dial to the opposite corner, a wave of freezing cold deluged him, scattering any remaining thoughts of a hot shower.
Shutting the shower off and hastily grabbing a towel, Steve covered himself just in time to see Danno rounding the corner, his hand held protectively in front of his face. Steve guffawed at his partner, needing to concentrate on anything else to lighten the mood,
"You can come out now," he assured the smaller man, "Danno, you're more of a girl than Grace."
At this, his partner balked, dropping his hand only to raise both again in the wide gesticulations he was so prone to, "Really, Steven, that's what you're going with?" He began his rant calmly, intending to work up to more epic proportions.
At Steve's lack of verbal response, Danno looked at him accusingly, only to receive that put-upon expression Steve liked to use during their carguments when he was pretending to listen to Danno's point of view. "You know it's not surprising that my daughter and I share a resemblance, seeing as I did make a significant genetic contribution." He reasoned.
"Oh a significant contribution?" Steve leapt upon that one, going round to locker in which he kept a spare change of clothes. He would have been fine stripping right there, but Danno's attitude towards casual nudity was a little more reserved and conservative. He was clearly eyeing the shower with such longing that Steve would have felt mean to prolong his discomfort for the sake of a sparring partner.
"Yes, Steven, the nature of conception is a miracle in which two people join together and each pass half their DNA on to the next generation – did you skip sex ed class when you were in high school?" Steve heard the dull thunk of Danny's belt buckle hitting the ground, muffled by the soft material of his trousers.
Without giving Steve chance to reply, he moved on, "No, I bet you were behind the bleachers convincing some unsuspecting cheerleader that if she didn't blow you right now, you'd be too hyped up for the game."
"Nah, come on Danno" Steve put up a token protest, while smirking to himself at this little scenario that Danno had jumped in to, "let's be fair, I wouldn't just flirt with the cheerleaders." Now that, in Steve's world, was a huge hint, but as usual these things just went straight over Danno's head.
"Oh, oh, I see." Danno replied, raising his voice as he hit the dial to turn on the water and stepping under the spray, "you'd screw the chicks on the mathletes team as well, how generous of you Steven. Why don't you – " the rest of his tirade was cut short by a decidedly un-manly squeal as the inviting downpour of warm water was suddenly a freezing blast of ice.
"What the hell, Steve?" He demanded, jumping out and getting a fluffy towel around him as quickly as he could, "Not only you take the hot girls, but now you use all the hot water as well?"
Steve poked his head out the neck of his t-shirt, coming round to see a damp and pissed off Danno shaking muddy water out of his eyes. He wasn't having much luck as droplets from his wet hair were dripping all over his face and shoulders. Danno raked his fingers through the soggy mess, extracting a small leaf and making the rest standing up on end.
Steve let out a roar of mirth at the sight of his partner, looking more like a disgruntled hedgehog than a guy that regularly tackled serial killers. At Danno's scowl, he managed to quiet down some, an edge of naughty guilt to his smirk that clearly indicated that he did not regret his actions in the slightest.
"Sorry Danno, must have been in there longer than I thought." He shrugged, leaning against the lockers with his arms folded across his chest.
"Oh, you thought?" Danno asked, his usual spew of word salad diminished by the state of cold currently impairing his cognition. He stomped over to his own locker, opening it and throwing out some track pants and a t-shirt, to Steve's surprise. Wiping most of the dirt off his arms with another towel, Danno continued to bitch about Steve's selfish behaviour.
"What's this, no tie?" Steve motioned to Danno as the men made their way out of the changing room and back through headquarters.
Danno gave an exaggerated sigh, "No, Steven, no I am not wearing a tie, because I refuse to let you ruin yet another clean shirt of mine with more of your careless behaviour!"
Steve circled round the Camaro, dangling the keys tauntingly in front of his partner's face as he slid into the driving seat. Danno waved him off casually before easing himself gingerly into the passenger seat, trying to touch as little of the upholstery as possible.
Sensing that Danno really was a bit grumpy, Steve couldn't let him go back to that icebox mouse cage Danno preferred to call his apartment. "Look, why don't you just take a shower back at mine? The extra jets are perfectly accustomed to getting the sand off me after my swim." Steve offered tentatively, not wanting Danno to think it was a pity offer.
Danno sat there in the seat, a grimace on his face as he looked out the window.
Sighing, Steve put on his apology face he used after driving off piers onto boats, or dangling suspects from their ankles off the roof of a building. "Danno, I'm sorry about taking all the water – I was just enjoying the shower after camping out all weekend and I did mean to save most the water for you."
At this, Danno smiled. Steve knew he loved hot showers and he usually did save the lion's share for his partner. He turned around, still trying not to get too much mud on the seat, "It's okay, babe." Danno accepted the apology.
Steve gave that mischievous little smirk, pleased that he was no longer in trouble. Again.
"Thanks, Danno." He added with a nod, then turned left at the next set of lights.