So, I was browsing pinterest (a very dangerous place, BTW), and came across this prompt: "Well, this is a nice change of scenery." "It's a prison cell." "I was being sarcastic." It was just begging to be part of Rough Week, so here you go!
"Well, this is a nice change of scenery," Danny said, pacing across the room for what had to be the hundredth time. He'd been doing that for the last hour, and it was about to drive Steve crazy. Would it kill the guy to just sit down for five minutes? Oh, wait—this was Danny we're talking about. It probably would.
"It's a jail cell," Steve pointed out from his seat on one of the bunk beds.
"I know," Danny said. "I was being sarcastic."
"You, sarcastic? Never," Steve quipped.
Danny glared at him. "This is all your fault. I'm not speaking to you."
"Could have fooled me," Steve muttered under his breath. That earned him another glare.
Danny was silent for all of five minutes. Steve was amazed he'd lasted that long. "Did you mean what you said?"
Steve wracked his brain to figure out what Danny was talking about. "What did I say?"
"About being my boyfriend."
Oh, that. Steve shifted uncomfortably. That was probably the wrong thing to say, but, honestly, he just got so mad when he saw that scumbag hitting on Danny. Danny was his. Of course, he probably should have consulted Danny first. "Yeah, sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Danny waved it off. "No, that's fine, it's just, you could have found a better way to tell me."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know, asking me out or something. You know, like normal, civilized folks. Oh, wait, I forgot—you're not civilized. You probably think declaring yourself my boyfriend and then punching out anyone who disagrees is normal."
"It worked, didn't it?"
Danny's hands waved angrily. "No, Steven, it did not work. In case you hadn't noticed, it got us arrested!"
"You didn't have to hit that guy," Steve pointed out.
"Yes, yes, I did—he was aiming a chair at your head!"
"Aw, you care. How sweet."
"Yes, yes, I care. Why else would I put up with your suicidal antics?"
"It's not all bad," Steve said.
"How?" Danny demanded. "How is being in a jail cell not bad?"
"You admitted you're my boyfriend."
"No," Danny corrected, "I said there were better ways of doing it. I most emphatically did not say I was your boyfriend."
"So, are you?" Steve asked.
Danny let out a huge, put-upon sigh. "Yes, I'm your boyfriend if you want me to be. I shouldn't—God knows you drive me crazy as it is—but, yes, I'll be your boyfriend."
"Good." Steve crossed the room and gathered Danny in his arms, leaning down to kiss him.
Danny resisted. "Now? You're doing this now?"
"Why not?" Steve wanted to know.
"What am I going to do with you?" Danny asked, rhetorically. "First you declare your love by punching someone out, then you want to have our first kiss in a jail cell."
"Danny, shut up," Steve said, then closed the last little bit of distance between them and captured Danny's lips with his own.
As soon as their lips met, Danny forgot where he was. The jail cell melted away until all he was aware of was Steve—Steve's strong arms wrapped tightly around him, Steve's soft lips devouring his, Steve's hot tongue begging for entrance. Danny opened his mouth, and Steve's tongue darted in, twining with the blond's in a fight for dominance. It didn't matter who came out on top—Danny figured they were both winners.
They were interrupted by the scrape of a key in the lock and the sound of a throat being cleared. They leaped apart as if they'd been burned and turned to see Duke at the door of their cell. "Alright, boys, you're free to go."
"Thank, god!" Danny said. "It's about time!"
Duke led them out to the lobby of the police station where Chin was waiting. Steve shook his hand and clapped him on the back. "Thanks for posting bail, brah. We owe you."
"Anytime," Chin said. "That's what ohana's for. I just can't believe you two got in a bar fight."
"Yeah, well, we wouldn't have if Super SEAL here—" Danny clapped him on the shoulder, but it was a fond gesture rather than an angry one—"hadn't decided to defend my honor."
Chin glanced between them, noticing their flushed faces and the fact that the distance between them, generally small as it was, was practically non-existent. He raised an eyebrow. "I see. Was it worth it?"
Steve broke into a shit-eating grin. "Oh, yeah. Totally worth it."
Danny had to agree.