(Author's Note)
Wow..writing adultish smut is really difficult. Never would have thought. Anyway, I know there's a bit of OOCness, but I enjoyed trying to write a more dominant Danny. Definitely something I will be trying to write a bit more. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Hawaii Five-0. If I did, there would be more shirtless Alex O'Loughlin and Scott Caan.
Danny laughed tiredly as he watched the Saturday morning cartoons. It might be childish watching cartoons like this, but he enjoyed these times with his 'other half,' as he preferred not to call Steve though it was true.
Steve laughed alongside Danny, the other man's arm slung over his shoulder. Though Steve liked to seem like the dominant one, he did enjoy Danny taking charge a bit. He was by no means the submissive, but neither was Danny.
Danny laughed again before pulling Steve closer to him. "That damn coyote, huh Steve?" he murmured quietly in the other man's ear.
Steve shivered slightly at the close proximity. "Indeed, but I can't help but be on his side."
"Really? I always liked the roadrunner. It's like a magic bird," Danny said before he kissed Steve's temple.
"The bird is totally insane. Probably all doped up. It's not fair to Wile E. Coyote. He can't help that he's straightedge." Steve was on the edge of ranting about the whole thing, so Danny decided to shut him up.
He pressed his lips to Steve's, instantly quieting him. Steve pressed a hand to the back of Danny's head, keeping him from moving away.
Danny moved on top of the other man, kissing him more insistently. The morning cartoons were forgotten as the two men..made out is the only term to explain what it is that they were doing.
A 'meep-meep' pulled them back to the present. Danny blinked down at his partner, whose pupils were blown, mouth open and breathing heavily. Danny's hands were pulling at Steve's shirt, showing the tan stomach, tattoos peeking out from the white material of the tee.
"Um..Sorry," Danny said, feeling embarrassed.
Steve just glared at him. "Why the hell did you stop?" he exclaimed as he fought to reclaim his breath.
Danny just glared back at him, not feeling any malice or irritation, just showing Steve that he was in control here. "My house, my rules, Steve. One of the rules, don't have sex on the living room couch while watching children's cartoons!"
Steve looked rather sheepish. "Right. Forgot. Sorry," he said as he readjusted his clothing.
"But, if you would like to continue this, into the bedroom we go," Danny added with a smirk on his face.
Let's just say they didn't leave Danny's apartment for a long time.