Title: Close enough

Author: AnitaB

Author's notes: I own nothing from Hawaii 5-0 and make no money. No infringement is intended.

I recently fell back in love with this show and now wonder how the daylights I watched it for two years without avidly shipping the boys together. Well, now their ideas on the matter were pretty clear. Steve/Danny committed romantic slash smut ahead. Porn without plot. I am the queen.

Close enough

by AnitaB

Chapter one: A few of my favorite things

He had Danny just where he wanted him, tucked close and warm and making some of his favorite little pleased noises.

And the naked in his arms part was certainly helping build the tight feeling in his chest. /Danny, that's my Danny. Show me what you like.\\ The man leaning back against his chest was gorgeous, hair all messy, breathing hard and clenching strong hands against his legs. "Come on, Steven, quit teasing and touch me already."

"So impatient, Danny." Steve tightened his arms around Danny's ribs and licked down the arch of that throat to nibble at the line of his collarbone. "Got somewhere else you'd rather be?" Danny's ribs shifted against his fingers with a sharp noise somewhere between a laugh and a snort. Steve let his fingertips follow the distracting edges of hard muscles down the strong body in his arms, but not that low, not yet. "Don't you want to be here?"

"I want you to touch me, Steve. Or I'm gonna handcuff you to our headboard and show you exactly how this feels." Every inch of Danny's body arched and rocked against the front of his, hips tucked deliciously close against Steve's erection through the only cloth left between them. Steve had never hated his own clothing more for keeping even an inch of Danny's skin from touching his. But the heat of Danny's skin against that part of him tended to strip him of any self-restraint and Steve wanted more of those noises before he couldn't help but push for his favorite noise. He adored the sound of Danny coming with a shout of his name.

There was so much he wanted first, that he wanted while he was holding his Danny in one of his favorite positions. Such a perfect damn view, so much skin against his, so many sounds to be made, and those delicious lips close enough to kiss. "Kiss me, Danny. Kiss me and I'll touch you." Steve kissed along the strong line of Danny's jaw as that body arched and trembled into the hand on his hip. "Anywhere you want me to."

There was a low, sweet growl on Danny's lips for the instant before those lips covered his and he could feel the vibration of the happy noise Danny let out against his tongue. He loved happy Danny noises, couldn't get enough of them in his ears, against his mouth. Deepening the kiss, Steve went about getting more of those happy Danny noises by wrapping his fingers around the only erection he'd ever touched other than his own. /Oh, yes, that's my Danny.\\ So hard, so warm, so good in his hand…

Steve reveled in the feel of Danny's groan on the tip of his tongue, treasured the vibration down every inch of skin contact along his chest, loved the thrust of that body into his grip. And when Danny broke the kiss to gasp, arch and babble heated words, Steve got lost in the view.

That was what made this his favorite position for touching Danny just like this. Steve got to feel everything, hear everything and most importantly see everything. He goddamned loved watching Danny come apart in his arms, against his body, in his hands. And, good holy god, Danny looked good in his hands right now. A sculpted chest heaved under the stroke of his palm. Lean stomach muscles clenched with each thrust of those hips. Strong arms and legs held him tight, fighting for every inch of shared heat. Danny's hands clutched at his skin, holding on like he was never letting go. "Fuck, Babe, your hands… so damn good, Steve."

And the length of Danny's need wrapped in his fingers… was simply gorgeous: soft skin over hot steel. It was a thousand times better than those lonely nights holding himself in roughly the same position. Steve would happily sit here painfully hard forever if it meant that Danny would just stay right here in his arms: needing him this much, holding him this close. /Love me, Danny, please.\\

"You feel so good in my hands, Danny." Steve rubbed his chin over the flexing line of a muscular shoulder before catching those lips with a hard, deep kiss. "I want to feel you, every gorgeous inch, when you come for me."

That… that was beautiful. That sound on Danny's lips. That strong hand clinging to the back of Steve's neck. That gorgeous body arching and thrusting against his. "So close, Steve." One of those hands moved and it was suddenly Steve's turn to arch and gasp and thrust into the tight heat of those fingers. "I want to feel you, Babe, when we come together. So lose the goddamned cloth and lay back."

/There's my Danny. Touch me.\\ Steve smiled into one last kiss before weakly letting Danny out of his hands and out of his arms long enough to rearrange themselves on the bed. Soon, soon his Danny would finally be close enough. Just as soon as that man stopped smiling down at him and got the hell down here.

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Steve was killing him. Good, holy god, Steve was going to kill him with pleasure and he was going to love every damn second of it. Danny arched into the tight grip of that hand and felt the low rumble of his favorite voice against his back. Steve loved torturing him just like this. And Danny couldn't say he minded. He loved feeling those strong arms holding him tight, that strong chest against every inch of his back. And that mouth was doing lovely, lovely things to the helpless arch of his neck.

But he couldn't really return the favor pinned to Steve's chest. There was so little of his Steve that Danny could reach like this. He couldn't even get to those lips unless Steve met him halfway. And while Steve always gave him lots and lots of kisses like this, Danny wanted more than this. He wanted more than kisses and Steve's… /oh, fuck, yes… please.\\ … brilliant hands on his shaft.

Danny wanted all of Steve. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Steve's erection, feel in his hands just how much his sweet idiot wanted him back. He wanted to watch Steve's face when he was the one going mad with pleasure. He wanted every gorgeous inch of that body free for his eyes, his hands, his lips. And he wanted it right the hell now. They'd been together long enough that Danny knew exactly how to get Steve exactly where he needed him.

Steve loved Danny's hands… almost as much as he adored Steve's hands. /Come on, Steve, give me what I really want.\\ That man felt so damn good in his hand, so incredible arching into his fingers and clinging to his hips. And then those hands pushed him away. Normally he'd hate that, but Steve needed to be naked and flat on his back, and that would require at least a little distance between them.

And a fucking gorgeous view. Danny clenched his aching fingers into tight fists because he wanted, needed to appreciate this sight for a little bit longer and his hands had a tendency to rush where Steve's skin was concerned. /God, Steve, you look…\\ Nothing was this beautiful. Picturesque Hawaii had no better view than six plus feet of a naked and aroused Steve stretched long and staring up at him from their bed. /And it's all mine.\\

"So damn beautiful, Steve. Every fucking inch of you." He watched those strong hands clench before one of them reached out toward him in invitation. Steve wanted him closer. Steve wanted to remove the space between them.

But he couldn't want it more than Danny did. Not even with all that heat in the sound of his name on Steve's lips. "Danny, come here."

/Oh yes, nowhere else I ever want to be.\\ Danny felt his skin ache with the need to move down into those strong arms and be wrapped in all that heat and strength. But Steve had just spent a good long time teasing him and the second that erection was skin to skin with his, Danny would lose all self-control. He wanted to torture his Steve for a bit. "Hmm…" He kept his eyes locked on Steve's face as he trailed one set of fingers along the tense muscles of a long leg. "I don't think so, babe. I'm not done with you yet." Moving to sit over those strong thighs, Danny let a little bit of the evil he was feeling out onto his lips. "Liked teasing me, didn't you, Steve? Let's see how much you'll like this."

The body pinned between his knees went tense, letting Danny watch the movement of all of those gorgeous muscles under his skin. And he was lucky enough to get to touch every inch of that smooth skin and firm flesh. "Come on, Danny… don't keep me waiting."

"Not yet," Now Danny let the itch in his palms pull him forward to slide both hands up those thighs to pin those hips to the mattress. "There's so much more I want to do to you, Steve. And you're gonna let me, aren't ya? You're gonna lay back and let me touch you. All of you."

Hands caught his, fingers intertwining before drawing Danny up the length his body to brace their elbows on either side of strong shoulders. "Kiss me, Danny. Kiss me and I'll be good."

Danny fucking loved how much Steve always wanted more kisses. And Danny was more than happy to give him kisses, couldn't get enough of those lips against his. "You're always good, but you don't always listen." He dipped his head to brush his lips just over Steve's and then pulled back. "Put these fingers around that headboard and hold on or no kisses for you." The body under his arched and rocked. Danny kept his own body out of reach by will and strength, but it wasn't easy when every inch of his skin wanted to collapse forward onto the heaven stretched out beneath him. "Now, Steven, hands up."

Danny helplessly watched the sculpted lines of that body as his Steve obeyed. "Danny," Yup, the plaintive note in that voice meant he'd been staring just a little too long. And he'd promised his Steve something specific. /That's my good boy. Here's your reward.\\ Danny kept his skin a few aching inches off the heat of Steve's chest but licked his way into that mouth to the sound of Steve's groan. It wasn't enough, it wasn't ever enough.

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