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Chapter Two
Danny closed his eyes the instant he felt Steve's touch. His partner's lips brushed his, leaving tender feather-light kisses, working his way along his jawline, only stopping when he reached his neck.
"Are you holding your breath?" Steve's teeth grazed the sensitive skin under his partner's ear.
Danny exhaled loudly. "Sorry."
Steve watched his partner's Adam's apple move as he swallowed convulsively. "Hey, relax. It's me."
"That's kinda the problem."
"You wanna stop? Forget this ever happened?" Steve hesitated.
"No. First time nerves I guess." Danny giggled.
"Let up, Danny. It's just you and me."
"Hey, can we start this again?" Danny ran his fingers through Steve's hair.
"What did I say? Hands?" Steve pushed Danny's hands away.
"Geez, bossy much." Danny placed his arms above his head once more. "Although I have to admit it's sexy as hell."
"Sexy, huh?" Steve leaned in and kissed Danny's lips.
This time around Danny reciprocated. Tilting his head a little, he opened his mouth sliding his tongue in, searching, tasting. The combination of Steve's rough stubble scraping his lips and the smell of his cologne sent ripples of excitement through his groin. In turn, his friend's tongue forced its way in, deepening the kiss further than he thought possible.
Steve pulled away and reached down between them with one hand. "Lift your arse up."
Steve tugged the blanket from around his partner's waist, and it joined their shirts on the backseat. Calloused fingers took a firm hold of his cock, and for a split second Danny's head swam. Being this close to his best friend and naked was almost too much.
"Fuck, I wanna suck your dick. But I guess that's gonna have to wait." Steve nipped at Danny's neck.
"Next time we should take your truck."
"I was thinking next time we use my bed." Steve began to pull and stroke Danny's throbbing erection, feeling the sweet wetness of precum coating his fingers, spreading over his thick, swollen head.
A shiver ran through Danny's body, and he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to keep his hands where they were. The desire to run his fingers through his friend's hair and over his muscular torso overwhelmed his senses. His breath hitched when Steve swirled the tip of his tongue over one of his nipples, sucking and biting. A heady mix of pleasure and pain.
"Please, let me touch you." Danny's breathing was becoming heavy and erratic.
Instead of answering, Steve shifted along the seat, bringing his chest up above his partner's face. Danny licked at his friend's nipples mirroring Steve's earlier actions.
Steve reached up and took one of his partner's hands, guiding it down to his own rock hard erection. Danny palmed his friend's cock through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a delicious hiss he'd like to hear more often. Without a word, he undid Steve's fly, hungry for what he'd find there. He growled at the obstructions, yanking both jeans and boxers out of his way with a lot less grace than he'd hoped. Who really cared? They were in a car in the middle of nowhere like two hormone driven teenagers.
"God...you are...fuckā¦" Danny had one hand on his friend's dick and the other on his ass cheek.
"Don't you ever shut up?" Steve practically purred as he ground into his partner. "And remember what I said about control?"
Steve batted Danny's hands away and continued his motion, panting into Danny's ear. "No hands."
"Shit, Steve I'm gonna cum." Ignoring his partner's commands, Danny ran his hands up and down Steve's back. It was sleek with sweat.
"Holy fuck." Steve gasped, continuing to rock into his partner.
The two men almost simultaneously reached their orgasms, both cumming all over Danny's stomach. Steve collapsed onto his friend.
Danny reached up and grabbed one hand around the back of Steve's neck. "Kiss me?"
Steve was about to do as his friend asked when what looked like headlights lit up the rear of the car.
"Fuck, we got company." Steve stared wide-eyed down at Danny.
"Well don't just lay there - move." Danny pushed against his friend's chest with both hands.
Steve lifted up whacking his head on the roof. "Ouch. Will you stop?"
"No, hurry up and grab me the blanket."
Danny started to manhandle his partner, untangling their legs. Steve did nothing to help their predicament, stretching out over the top of his friend to reach the discarded pieces of clothing. His full weight crushing his friend. A sharp jab to the ribs made him jerk upwards, cracking his knee on the center console in the process.
"Fuck, Danny. Take it easy." Steve shoved the blanket along with the shirt in his partner's face. "You might wanna use that to clean yourself up, buddy."
"Yeah, thanks for that Smooth Dog. A faceful of your cum covered stomach was just what I needed." Danny wiped his mouth with the shirt.
Steve struggled with his own top while trying to slide behind the steering wheel.
"What - are you five?" Danny grinned as he straightened Charlie's blanket.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's inside out." Danny pointed at Steve before reaching into the glove compartment and pulled out their guns, shoving one in his partner's direction.
"Real slick, Danno." Steve rolled his eyes as he took his SIG.
"I thought you said we wouldn't need these." Danny waved his gun in the air.
A loud tap on one of the side windows instantly gained their attention. They raised their weapons poised for a confrontation, but instead two familiar figures appeared at either side of the car.
"Stand down, Danno. It's the team." Steve sighed with relief.
"I see that. I don't know whether to laugh or cry." Danny slid the safety back on.
"I got your back, buddy." Steve gave Danny's bare knee a pat.
"Oh. So this is all on me? You didn't get us stuck in the mud, then cover me in said mud, demand I strip and then jump me. I guess I imagined all that." Danny stared incredulously at his friend.
The driver's door swung open and Lou stood open mouthed. "You...hmmm...you two okay?"
"I thought you locked the doors, Steven." Danny hissed.
"Ignore him. He's just grouchy, because he got a little dirty." Steve glanced over at his partner and smiled.
Chin shone a flashlight on a shoe and two soggy striped socks as he dangled them in front of the windshield.
"Your mom never tell you to stay out of mud puddles, Williams?" Lou raised an eyebrow.
"Funny." Danny shook his head. "Seriously, why are you even here? We got stranded by this goof and -"
"Hey, this is not all my fault. I didn't make it rain."
"What sane person parks on what's practically quicksand? Answer me that, genius?"
"If you'd quit your bitching, we could've gotten a lift outta here with HPD. But no..."
"I knew it. This is my fault."
Chin opened Danny's door and leaned in. "Hey, guys stop. Kono pinged the Camaro's GPS when we couldn't contact you. Danny, Grace hurt herself at cheerleader practice."
"How bad?" Steve answered before his friend had even digested what had been said.
"Suspected broken wrist. Kono's with her at Queens."
"What are we waiting for? Let's go." Danny tried to get out, but Chin placed a hand on his shoulder stopping him. "My place first. It's the nearest. You need a change of clothes, Danny."
"Thanks, Chin, but I'll be fine." Danny struggled to get up without uncovering himself.
"Really?" Chin gave him an appraising look.
"Fine, we'll go to your place first." Danny groused.
"Is he naked under there?" Lou whispered in Steve ear.
Steve fixed Danny a look, trying to avoid Lou's questioning gaze, his face flushing red.
"And is your shirt on...you know what, I don't wanna know. Let's go. I got my SUV." Lou walked away mumbling to himself.
"Wait, Lou. This is not what it looks like." Steve rushed after the Chicago native.
"You need a hand, Danny?" Chin grinned.
"I'm good." Danny gripped the blanket tightly. "Actually, Chin, could you get my boxers out of the trunk?"
"No problem, brah."
Once dressed, Danny climbed out and headed over to Lou's vehicle. "I'll get my car picked up tomorrow."
Chin followed, a look of amusement firmly planted on his face.
~ to be continued ~
