AN: This is just a little set of drabbles that I decided to write. Steve seems so hardcore on the show but I started thinking. When you stay with someone for a while—you know after the novelty wears off and both have gotten comfortable—you start to learn things you would not have learned if you didn't live with them. And that inspired me to write this set of drabbles.

Warnings: Male/Male sex.

Disclaimer: I wish it was mine. *Looks at genie expectantly*. Nope it won't even be mine even if I wished it.

Surprise, Surprise

Max had learned many things from a year of being with Steve McGarrett. He'd learned that for his diamond tough exterior, his lethality, and commanding presence Steve had a chink in that armor. This discovery Max had discovered upon pure chance. They had been in the middle of foreplay when it happened.

Max kissed his way down Steve's sculpted abdomen, licking over the salty skin. He dipped his tongue into the navel. Quick eyes saw the hands desperately clenching the sheets. He knew Steve wanted him to go lower and wrap his mouth around the erect penis pressing insistently against his clavicle. Unfortunately, Max did have a wicked streak in him.

He feathered his fingers over Steve's belly, surprised when the muscles jumped and his partner made an odd sound. He stopped and raised his eyes to the brunet inquisitively. What just happened?

He heard Steve curse before sitting up and repeating the action, coffee eyes locked with blue. He saw the restrained smile and the chuckle that wanted to burst forth. Then it dawned on him. Steve was ticklish. Steve was ticklish? Well wasn't this an advantageous discovery.

Undoubtedly seeing the spark in his eyes Steve spoke, "don't ruin the mood babe."

"But you're ticklish."

"And you snore."

Max's brow knitted. What? He snored? Well this was unexpected information. "I snore?"

Steve sat up and gave him a reassuring caress. "It's not the 'get some Breathe Right strips or this relationship is fucking over' snore. It's cute like SpongeBob's."

Max pouted, seeing the flicker of need spiraling in his mate's eyes. "How do you know about SpongeBob Squarepants?" He regarded him quizzically, seeing the impatience in Steve's body language.

"Watched it with Gracie."

"I suppose his snoring is cute. But it is still difficult to believe you are ticklish."

Steve bit his lip. "Are you going to give me a blowjob or not?"

Max blinked at him with at deadpan face. "Not." He found it oddly amusing when Steve gaped at him like he'd told him he thought surfing was for the birds. He only gave a secret smirk and grabbed the lubricant, prepping himself quickly—he was not about to let Steve do it after he refused to give him oral sex, the man could be damn vengeful. He gasped each time his fingers brushed against his prostate, keeping his eyes latched on Steve who seemed transfixed on his hand.

"Max," he moaned huskily, eyes darkening with lust.

He pressed their mouths together and gently lay them down. Somewhere a vague thought came to him that he should wash his hands later. He grabbed one of the condoms on the nightstand. A keen left him when Steve kneaded the globes of his ass.

He slithered down Steve's body, straddling his hips. He stroked the engorged cock, wiping the pearly beads dripping from it with his thumb. "I will not perform fellatio on you, but…" He unwrapped the condom. "…I will ride you like a bronco that's needs taming." Shut up, he'd read it in a romance novel during his weeks of extensive research.

The groan that Steve emitted caused his own aching cock to twitch with want. He put on his sexiest face and began to roll the condom down Steve's rigid cock. Slowly.

A shudder snaked its way through Steve's entire body. "Fuck you're so sexy baby."

He finished applying the condom and positioned himself over Steve's penis. Biting his lip he eased down onto the swollen member, gasping upon penetration. Plucking up his nerve he sat down, taking him completely in one go.

He cried out, hearing Steve simultaneous growl, when expected pain lanced up his spine. What had possessed him to do something so stupid? The hands sliding soothingly up his sides lulled him and soon he began to adjust.

Briefly he stared at the man splayed beneath him. Hungry eyes flicked over the flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, plump pink lips then down over the sculpted body adoring the rosy hue covering most of his flesh and finding the contrast of their skin tones fascinating. Never had he seen such a beautifully wanton sight. And it was for him. It still amazed him that Steve could want him in this way.

A well aimed thrust wakened him to his current position.

"You gonna ride me or stare at me?"

Max rolled his eyes and grasped Steve's nipples twisting the pebbled nub mercilessly before deciding to concede to his lover's desires.

Max collapsed onto his love, fireworks still dancing in his vision from the intensity of his ecstasy. His mind was a pleasant haze, barely able to register when Steve flipped them and continued to plough into him with sharp earnest thrusts until he too fell over the precipice. When he came to and his heart and breathing were regulated he indulged himself in sweet kisses from his lover.

"Fuck Max."

Max nodded, looking up at him with drowsy eyes. "Mmmm." He frowned when Steve withdrew his flaccid member, hearing the used condom hit the trashcan a moment later. He nestled into Steve's side, whining when the warmth abruptly withdrew.

After he was clean Steve pulled the covers over them and they snuggled close face-to-face. Max felt his heart dance over the teeth of a piano when those piercing aquamarine orbs speared him with intense love. He smiled sleepily, closing his eyes when Steve petted his hair.

"You know…"

Max grinned up at him with half-lidded eyes. "I know and me too." He couldn't help a chuckle at the outlandish fact of the super SEAL as many called him being ticklish. "You're ticklish."

"Screw you SpongeBob."

"Squidward." He tilted his head to the side, thinking. "You are aware that it would be impossible for a squid and sea sponge to mate considering that sea sponges are stationary and their DNA is incompatible."

Steve gazed at Max with a strange expression on his face. "Come on Max."

Max grew quiet, basking in the buzz of his afterglow. He hid his face behind Steve's shoulder using it as a shield against the sun filtering into the room. His fingers twitched and he bit his lip in an effort to resist the urge. He ran his fingers up Steve's belly in a soft tickle.

Steve squirmed and gave another muffled laugh. "You're gonna have a lot of fun with this aren't you?"

Max gazed up at him a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yes."

END

I couldn't resist writing this. The thought of Steve being ticklish cracked me up for some reason. I hope you enjoyed and if you do Read and Review.

Later tater ^-*