Danny had just fallen asleep when he heard his door bell ringing, the same chime, over and over and over again. He pulled the pillow over his ears and held it tightly. If only he could ignore it for a few minutes it would surely go away.
Right?
Well, it definitely went away, only to be replaced with booted feet stomping through his front room.
"Go away, McGarret," he growled from under his pillow.
Danny knew Steve was smiling, could feel it in the air. "Aw, come on Danno, I come bearing gifts."
"Not in the mood," Danny gritted out. "Jus' wanna sleep."
"Then get up."
Danny contemplated doing just that, so he could punch his, obviously, mentally ill boss in the face, but he really didn't want to move.
"Two minutes; explain, now."
"Impatient much? You're so demanding."
"One, fifty-two."
He heard Steve huff. "Have you seen what you're sleeping on? It's like a rock. A really uncomfortable rock. And I should know."
"One, forty."
"Look, I'm just trying to say that I have a spare room you can stay in."
"Not movin'," he refused, though the thought of a better bed was distracting, he probably couldn't have gotten up if he tried, he was just way too tired.
The next words out of Steve's mouth almost made Danny open his eyes, just to see the SEAL's expression, "I'll carry you."
"Crazy, Neanderthal, army, commando, Neanderthal, jus' let me sleep."
Danny imagined what Steve was doing again, this time it was an eye roll. "First, it's the Navy, which I'm pretty sure you know, second, you said Neanderthal twice, and third, you know I'll do it."
"Forty-two."
"Fine, I'll just wait until you're asleep again, and then I'll put Sexy Eyes on replay and order a pizza with pineapple on it and camp out here with you." That god-damned smile was back, Danny knew it.
"Why won't you just go away?"
"Because."
"Because..., "He ground his teeth together, a habit he had, before Steve McGarret, believed he had complete control over. "Because why, Steven?"
"'Cause you won't listen to me."
"Oh. My. God. You're worse than Gracie when she doesn't get her way!"
"You'll give in."
"That's what 'm afraid of."
Steve smiled to himself, content with how the night had turned out. He walked up the stairs and undressed down to his boxers. He had just laid down in his bed and pulled his blankets over him when he stiffened at an unnatural warmth pressed against his foot.
"God, McGarret, why're your feet so fucking cold?"
Steve's eyes were wide open as he turned his head, slowly, seeing the bulge that was Danny Williams under his blankets. "You're in my bed," Steve couldn't quite keep the incredulity out of his voice.
"Where did you expect me to sleep?"
"Guest room?"
Steve saw the blankets move in what he supposed was Danny shrugging his shoulders, "Don't know where it is and I'm not looking. I like your bed, even if I have to share it with a freaking giant."
Steve thought for a second and came to the conclusion that he didn't mind sharing a bed with his partner, either, it was only natural, they shared essentially everything else.
"Damn."
Steve's body went rigid, "What is it?"
"Forgot my toothbrush. We are so not sharing yours. I don't care if you army guys have weird cleaning fetishes, that's one thing I absolutely refuse to do. Under fear of death, even."
If Danny blushed a little at the way Steve's deep chuckle ever so slightly shook the bed, the Navy Neanderthal said nothing.