Adrenaline was coursing through Danny's veins as he pulled the teenage boy from the surf and up on to the beach. All around him people were screaming and running through the waves, Kono was a short distance away helping two women up onto the beach, and lifeguards were still swarming out to the remains of the upturned speedboat which was wedged in between the rocks.
He'd been out for another surf lesson with Kono while Steve had gone for a meeting with the Governor - with no current cases, Five-0 had the day off, although they were on call. His surfing tutor had picked him up from the house that morning, and his partner was due to join them later, and then they were meant to be going for shrimp at Kamekona's for lunch. Chin was up on the North Shore seeing family.
Danny should be having fun this morning. He should be catching waves right now and improving his style and trying not to fall off his board. This should not be happening.
He hated the beach. Hated it.
They'd noticed the speedboat while they were out waiting to catch the next wave, Kono mentioning that it looked a little too close to the beach, but then they'd spotted the coast guard boat heading in and figured they would deal with the boat's owners. He'd just caught a wave in, and Danny had done well but he'd got over confident and lost his balance at the last minute, his head had gone under the water along with the rest of him, and he'd struggled to hit the surface again due to a slight undercurrent. By the time he did, he was closer to the beach, and all he could hear was screaming and yelling. He hadn't seen the crash itself, it had happened in the twenty seconds or so he'd been under.
He'd hauled ass out of the water, stripped the ankle strap for his board off his leg, and dove into the fray, with Kono not far behind.
The boat had skimmed the beach hitting several bystanders, then flipped and collided with the rock formation that curved around the end of that part of the shoreline, and there had been around eight or nine people on board from what he'd seen. The lifeguards were overwhelmed, because for every person trying to help, there were five more members of the public getting in the way.
He helped a lifeguard pull a bloodied and bruised woman away from the boat, and that was when he spotted the boy's trapped foot protruding from beneath the white fibreglass underwater. He let the lifeguard take care of the female victim, and he had to duck down underneath the submerged side of the boat, holding his breath and hoping there was an air pocket inside the boat. There was, but the boy's head was underwater and he seemed to be unconscious.
Danny dragged the kid's head up into the trapped air; everything was so much louder in the confined space, sounds rebounding off the smooth wood and plastic, and his own rough breathing was echoing around the small chamber while his pulse thundered in his ears. The kid wasn't breathing, and he sealed his mouth over his lax lips and pushed air into his lungs. When there was no response, he dropped back down into the water and dug at the sand lodged around the kid's ankle until he could free it, and then managed to pull himself and the boy through the gap he'd entered through.
When they emerged from the water into the open air, he took a deep breath and towed the kid backwards through the surging waves with one hand under his chin and the other wrapped around his waist.
He got him to the sand, put his ear to the boy's mouth. No breaths. Nothing. He pressed his fingers to the kid's neck. There was a faint pulse there. There was hope.
His first aid training kicked in and he tilted the boy's head back, blew into his mouth until his chest rose and then let it fall, before starting his compressions. One two three- each compression in time with his every second beat of own heart, because he knew his was racing -seventeen eighteen nineteen- he zoned everything else out, someone ran past him, kicking up sand as they went, but he didn't flinch, all his focus on this kid, he couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen, and he still wasn't breathing -twenty-nine thirty.
Check breathing.
No.
Open the boy's mouth.
Two rescue breaths.
Check for breathing.
No.
Compressions again.
One two three- he just kept going, forcing trickles of water out of the boy's lungs and mouth. He started a mantra in his head, over and over until it started escaping from his lips, a whisper which slowly escalated into a shout.
"Breathe, c'mon, you gotta breathe kid. Just breathe. Open your eyes, breathe. Just do it. Do it! Do it for me, breathe! Breathe!"
Twenty-nine thirty.
Check breathing.
No.
Open the boy's mouth.
Two rescue breaths.
The teenager lurched upwards, his abdomen contracting, ocean water spilling from his mouth as he coughed it out and drew in a ragged breath. He grabbed the boy's shoulders and rolled him onto his side so he could expel the water from his chest, and then moved his arms and legs, placing him in the recovery position. He rubbed one hand over the lad's shoulders, soothing him, while the other held onto his arm and stopped him from rolling onto his back.
"That's it kid, well done. Fucking well done. Hack it up, c'mon, just keep breathing. You're doing great," his own voice felt distant, and he could feel a cold sweat seeping down his spine.
Two paramedics arrived at Danny's side, tending to the boy and placing a breathing mask over his mouth. They were asking the detective questions, but he couldn't hear it, his pulse was too heavy in his ears. He sat back, supporting himself with his hands digging into the wet sand, dizzy and nauseous from the adrenaline, his mind reeling and unfocussed.
A woman's hand grasped his shoulder and a familiar voice came through over the din caused by his own blood. "Danny, Danny, are you okay? Brah, can you hear me?"
He blinked and came back to himself, turning his head and looking into Kono's worried face.
"Uhm… yeah, yeah," he wobbled as he scrambled to his feet, and his colleague gripped him under his armpits to help him up. He looked down at the medics as they moved the kid onto a spinal board. "He, uh, he was unconscious and his head was underwater when I found him. His foot was trapped, I think his ankle is broken. I had to do two rounds of compressions, he, uh, he was maybe unconscious and not breathing for three or four minutes, probably more…"
Kono wrapped her long arm around his shoulders and guided him away from the paramedics as they thanked Danny and picked up the boy on the stretcher, taking him away to the ambulance. She sat him on a bench and squatted in front of him, trying to make him look her in the eyes, but his gaze drifted out to the ocean, his mind still racing, flicking over random, unimportant details. "I think I lost my board…"
"Hey, Danny, you need some water?" she rubbed his knee.
He finally looked at her. "No, I've had enough water for today, thanks babe…" he gave her the ghost of a smile.
She looked over at the ambulance as it pulled off the grass and onto the road, "I think you saved that kid's life, Danny,"
He looked down at his sand-covered hands. "I hope so…" He brushed some of the sand from his board shorts, from his knees, off his hands, god damn there was sand everywhere. He told Steve he hated the beach.
And speak of the devil, because Steve was tearing across the beach from the parking lot and searching frantically through the crowd for Danny and Kono. It looked like he'd gone home to get changed into some beach gear, and then arrived at the beach to see ambulances, life guards and injured people everywhere.
Kono spotted him and stood, waving her hands over her head and getting his attention. He ran over and kneeled in front of Danny, grasping his jaw and stroking his thumb over the detective's eyebrow. "Danny, you okay? What the hell happened?"
"I didn't see it," Danny mumbled, shaking his head.
Steve kept caressing his face as Kono filled him in on the details, and Danny closed his eyes and leaned into it, breathing deeply and letting his heart rate slowly return to normal. He twisted a fist into the side of Steve's t-shirt to ground himself further. The shock was slowly wearing off and he could feel his mind clearing, listening to Steve's concerned voice and Kono's version of events. She finished telling him about seeing Danny do the CPR across the beach, and how she'd got to him seconds after the boy had started breathing again, and how proud she was.
The adrenaline had now completely left his body, and he felt unbelievably tired.
"Take me home, Steve," he rubbed his face, "I don't like the beach, take me home…" He knew he sounded like a sullen ten year old right now, but he was exhausted.
Steve stood and grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet. "C'mon Danno," he rubbed Danny's back.
They hugged Kono goodbye, and she said she would get them updates from HPD on the accident, and the victims, as they came in. Danny had left all of his stuff in Kono's car – his wallet, phone, and change of clothes, even his shoes, meaning he was just in his board shorts and nothing else – but her car was in the other parking lot at the far end of the beach and he just wanted to get home. She promised to bring them by later.
They headed to the Silverado, and Steve wrapped a towel around Danny before he collapsed into the passenger seat, feeling like he had no energy left in his body. That morning had turned, from light-hearted fun and looking forward to a nice lunch with people he loved, into an absolute nightmare. God, that kid had almost died. He hadn't been breathing. He was fifteen, maybe sixteen, and he'd almost… if Danny hadn't been there, if he hadn't been able to get him breathing again… it was too heavy a weight for his mind to bear right now. He closed his eyes tightly and tried not to think for a while.
Danny woke as the truck pulled into their driveway and Steve climbed out of the driver's door. He didn't even realise he'd fallen asleep. At some point his partner must have leaned over him and strapped him in, because he didn't remember putting his safety belt on, but it was there holding him in place. The seat had even been tilted back for him as well. Steve appeared at Danny's door and opened it for him, and Danny unstrapped himself and climbed out, leaving the towel on the seat.
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but Danny reached up and wrapped his arms around the SEAL's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He just needed to feel Steve. The brunette was startled, but relaxed into it and slid his arms around Danny's bare back to squeeze him gently, and the contact made his skin tingle.
The sleepy fog dissipated from Danny's head, and the events of the morning unfurled again in his brain. Everything came crashing back through his mind's eye in pin-sharp detail; the sights, smells, sounds, tastes and textures, like a punch to the head. And the adrenaline surge hit him again, full force.
He screwed his eyes shut against the onslaught and crushed his mouth against his lover's, teeth clashing as he pushed his tongue into Steve's mouth. The SEAL let out a surprised yelp, muffled by Danny's mouth, as he was pushed back into the side of his Silverado.
Danny's heart was pumping hard again, his skin was itchy, and he had to get his hands on his partner. His fingers went to Steve's shorts and began to fumble with the string tie at the waistband, but his lover pushed his hands away.
"Woah there, Danno!"
The blonde backed off and ran his hands through his hair, gasping, "Sorry Steve, I didn't mean to… sorry…" The blood was still pounding in his ears, but he couldn't just steamroller over his partner because he was suddenly a bit horny. Okay, extremely horny.
"No, Danny, I didn't mean stop completely, I just meant not in the front yard!" Steve gave him a smug grin, closed the door of the truck and swaggered into the house. He must have been able to tell Danny needed to blow off some steam, and for that, the detective was extremely grateful. A huge grin spread across his face as he followed his lover inside.
The second he was in the door, he grabbed Steve again, kissing him hard, and began to strip off his lover's clothes. Danny backed him into the couch and he bit at Steve's lower lip and pulled his t-shirt up over his head. The SEAL helped by toeing out of his sandals while Danny trailed sharp nips down his throat and over his collar bone, before he tugged his board shorts down to fall to the floor. Once Steve was sufficiently naked, Danny removed his own shorts, and pushed Steve down into a sitting position on the couch
They were both already hard. Steve enjoying his frantic partner rough-handling him, and whatever blood wasn't pulsing through Danny's ear drums was flowing into his cock. He didn't know where all this energy was coming from, and he didn't really care, he just needed to expel some of it or he felt like he'd explode. His thoughts kept going back to the beach, and he knew he needed to distract himself, so he channelled all his focus onto his lover, letting the animalistic part of his brain take over so that he didn't have to think about anything anymore.
He dropped to his knees and took Steve's cock into his mouth, delighting in the feel of his partner's hard shaft under his tongue and the salty taste of his pre-come as the head glided over his soft palette, and he swallowed Steve into his throat. The SEAL moaned loudly and ran his hands through Danny's ocean-soft hair, dislodging some of the salt and sand which had collected there from being in the water. The detective spent the next few minutes indulging entirely on giving his lover a fantastic blow job, rejoicing in the sounds he drew from him and the way he squirmed underneath him. His fingers gripped Steve's hips with bruising force, kneading the flesh there, and he felt like his strong hold on his lover was the only thing anchoring him, keeping him in the moment.
"Fuck, Danny, yes…" Steve pushed up toward him, and Danny grazed his teeth along the shaft as he pulled up, lips leaving the tip of Steve's cock with a lascivious popping sound.
His breathing was rough and uneven, and he knew his pupils were blown with excitement and lust. He still wanted Steve, still had to have him, and his own hard cock was beginning to ache with need.
"God Steve, I want to fuck you," Danny moaned, licking his lips when Steve looked down at him with dark eyes, "I need to fuck you so hard right now…"
His partner leaned forward and took Danny's face, kissing him deeply and tasting himself on the blonde man's tongue. The kiss turned dirty, and they bit at each other's mouths, and pulled at one another's hair. Danny fought for control and won, grasping the short hair at the nape of Steve's neck and pulling his head backwards, mouthing down over his neck, shoulders and collarbone, scraping teeth against stubbled and smooth skin alike.
The brunette was panting hard, loving the forceful attention from his partner, seeming to enjoy giving over control and letting Danny take what he needed.
"Hmmm I want you to fuck me," he breathed into Danny's ear, and the detective felt something in his stomach tighten as he listened to his lover's low, needy voice, "I want it doggy style and I want you to fucking own me, Danny..."
"Jesus Christ..." Danny felt like he was going to faint. Steve's dirty mouth was going to be the death of him...
He stood up and grasped Steve's shoulders, hauling him up and pushing him toward the stairs to the bedroom. "Up. Go. Now." He couldn't handle anything much more complicated than mono-syllabic sentences right now, his brain felt fuzzy again and he needed to get Steve into a room where lube was readily available.
They barely made it to the bedroom before Danny gripped Steve's waist from behind and began to administer bites down over his back, raising little red marks as he went. "If you want me to stop, you just say stop, okay babe?" he whispered against Steve's skin. He wanted so much just to plough on ahead and take what was his, but the most important thing for him was to make sure Steve knew he was in good hands.
"I know, Danny. I want this," Steve groaned and pushed back against his lover's mouth.
The he turned Steve to face him and brought his head down for a vigorous kiss, before tearing his mouth away and letting a snarl curl his lips. "Lie down," he ordered.
Steve made a small whimpering noise and sat on the bed, but before he had time to lie back Danny had already decided he was taking too long about it. He planted his palm in the centre of Steve's chest and shoved him down into the mattress, crawling over him and straddling him, pushing his face right up against Steve's and growling in his ear. "If I tell you to do something, you do it straight away, you hear me Steven?"
The SEAL swallowed and nodded his head, "Yes, Danny."
The obedient answer sent electricity up the detective's spine. He needed this, the desire to dominate his partner, gain some control back after the pandemonium of the morning and feeling so very helpless, was now the only thing guiding his actions. He had to take hold of something to give himself focus, and if his lover was going to enjoy it in the process then all the better.
"Stay there," he nipped at Steve's earlobe and climbed off the bed to fetch the lube from the side drawer, and the SEAL dutifully stayed unerringly still, his only movement was to fist the sheets in his hands while waiting for his lover's return. Then Danny slunk back onto the bed and pushed Steve's thighs apart so his knees were in between his partner's spread legs, and leaned down to bite down his neck again, alternating between little nips and sucking lightly so as not to leave marks.
When he got to Steve's collarbone, however, it was a different story. If Steve wanted to be owned, he was going to get it, marks and all, so any skin that would be hidden by daily clothing was his to decorate. Danny sealed his lips over the smooth skin there and sucked hard, raising a red patch under his mouth. Steve groaned loudly and pushed his hips up to meet Danny's, their cocks rubbing along one another's. His hands went to Danny's shoulders, but the detective removed his lips from Steve's chest and grabbed his wrists, pulling them up to hold them above his head.
"Leave them there, or I will cuff you. You got me?" He snarled in his ear. Steve let out a low, keening moan and closed his eyes, and had to nod his head having apparently lost the ability to speak.
"Answer me," Danny hissed.
Steve audibly gulped, "Yes, Danny." His hooded eyes met Danny's gaze, his submission communicated without any further words.
The blonde hummed contentedly, "Good boy..." he whispered.
He released Steve's wrists and went back to his partner's chest, paying specific attention to his erect nipples, grazing his teeth over each one in turn, making the SEAL flinch and sigh underneath him. He bit a little harder over the man's ribcage, making sure to soothe each area with his slick tongue afterwards, and sucking the odd bruise into his skin. When he bit a little too hard over Steve's hip and his partner made a slightly unhappy sound, he toned it down a little; trust was a huge part of their relationship, and knowing that a request for rough play didn't mean there weren't any limits was paramount. If Steve wanted it hard, but not too hard, then Danny would find that line and then back it up until he was just the right side of it.
He knelt up and ran his eyes over his lover. Steve was lying there, hands still up over his head, eyes closed and waiting for whatever his partner had planned. He was raw and exposed, and he was all Danny's. The cop shook his head, grinning to himself - Steve's possessiveness was starting to really rub off on him, and a part of him really liked that.
It was hard not to rush when such a gorgeous man was lying there waiting for him, but he slowed himself down as much as was possible, wanting to take his time for his lover. He leaned down and ran his fingers up Steve's right thigh, skirting around his hard, dripping cock where it lay heavy on his stomach, and down over the inside of his left thigh. The SEAL moaned longingly, and it looked like it was a struggle for him to keep his hands where they were, but he screwed his eyes shut and managed to obey Danny's command.
"Look at you, babe..." Danny breathed, "You're so fucking hot..."
Steve arched his back slightly, licking his lips, like he wanted to react, needed to grasp at Danny, but knew he wasn't allowed. For a man with control issues, this was beautiful torture.
Danny crawled backward and stepped off the bed. "On your stomach," he growled, and Steve couldn't hold in the lustful whimper which escaped his lips. He quickly rolled himself over and spread his thighs out for his lover, putting his hands back over his head and turning his face to one side, eyes closed, and Danny felt a little light headed from the power trip he was having. Being given control like this, it was a beautiful, erotic gift, and he planned to take full advantage of it.
He placed a knee in between Steve's legs and moved up over him, letting his hard cock rest in the cleft of his partner's ass and rocking against him a few times. Steve moaned underneath him, needy and wanting. He ran his tongue along the shell of Steve's ear and flicked the tip of his tongue over his earlobe.
"You want me, do you babe? Do you want me inside you?" Danny's voice was a low and seductive, a sensual purr, and he watched as goose bumps were raised on the back of Steve's neck and shoulders.
"Yes..." came the quiet reply.
"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you Steven?" He kissed over the back of Steve's neck and down the length of his spine, tongue undulating over each vertebrae in turn.
"Yes, god yes..." the brunette whispered.
Danny nipped at Steve's ass cheek when he reached it, making him twitch his hips, "You want to be all mine, my possession, don't you babe?"
Steve made a choked noise and swallowed hard. Danny wasn't going any further until he got a proper reply.
"Answer me." He bit the top of Steve's ass harder, but not going beyond that pleasure/pain barrier that they'd already established.
"Ah! Yes, yes I wanna be yours, I want you..." he swallowed again, throat dry from his shallow breathing, "I want you to take me, Danny..."
"Good," Danny purred, "'cause that's exactly what I'm gonna do." He took the bottle of lube and squeezed some directly in between Steve's ass cheeks, making him suck in a sharp breath as the cold gel met his hot skin. The blonde slowly stroked his index finger down Steve's back, starting at his shoulders and following the line of his spine, gradually slowing his touch as he got closer to his target so that, by the time his finger was sliding into the cleft at the base of his spine, Steve was moaning with anticipation and gripping at the sheets over his head. He gathered the lube on his finger and pushed in forcefully when he finally reached Steve's waiting hole, and his partner hissed at the sudden change in tempo.
Danny began to carefully work him open, his other hand massaging Steve's butt as he lay kisses at the base of his partner's spine. When he slipped in the second finger and Steve pushed up against his hand, Danny gripped his ass and pushed him down into the sheets.
"You're fucking hungry for me, aren't you?" He smirked, loving how Steve shuddered at his words, "You want me so bad, babe. You love it when I fuck you with my fingers, yeah?"
"Oh god yes..." The SEAL moaned.
"I'm gonna take my time fingering you, I'm gonna get you ready for my cock, and then I'm gonna make you scream my name while I fuck your ass, Steven... You want that?"
His partner's breaths were coming out in ragged gasps as his words turned him on even more. "Yes, yes I want that."
Danny slid three fingers in and pumped into Steve, his other hand still squeezing and massaging his partner's butt cheek. His lover writhed underneath his attentions, flexing his fingers and grabbing at the sheets, tension straining his shoulders as he forced himself to keep his hands away from Danny.
He withdrew his fingers, and Steve made an abject whining sound at the loss of stimulation. Danny backed up and stood on the floor at the edge of the bed, grabbing Steve's ankles, pulling him roughly down the bed so that his knees were at the edge.
"Get up on your knees," he ordered, and the SEAL complied willingly, lifting up so he was on all fours and exposed for his partner, bowing his spine and panting heavily.
The detective ran his hands over Steve's muscular ass and thighs reverently, like he was a work of art, a thing to be worshipped. He switched gears for a moment, from domineering to loving, and gently kissed at the base of Steve's spine and over his ass. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, "I love you so much..."
Steve's shoulders relaxed a little, "I love you too, Danny,"
Danny glided his tongue over Steve's back and down in between his cheeks, tasting a combination of lube, sweat, and something innately Steve than he could never quite put his finger on. His hot tongue slipped into Steve's hole and he had to grasp his partner's hips as he bucked back toward him and cried out in surprised pleasure. Danny delved his tongue in and out of the loose ring, and moved his hands to hold his lover's cheeks apart so he could push his face in as deep as possible.
Steve was making little wordless noises as Danny lathered him with attention, pressing back and wanting more. Danny once again pushed his fingers inside his lover, grazing his teeth over one ass cheek and biting firmly. Steve moaned and pushed back again, signalling that he could be rougher, and he dug his teeth into his partner's flesh, marking him but not quite breaking the skin, as his fingers slid over his prostate as a reward. Steve shouted his name and threw his head back, groaning as Danny's teeth dug a little deeper, but he didn't pull away, didn't ask Danny to stop like he knew he could if he needed. He wanted this mark. Wanted to be Danny's.
The blonde cop straightened and gripped Steve's hips, pulling him toward him before smoothing lube down his shaft. He pushed into his lover without warning, gliding in and quickly burying himself deep inside, allowing Steve to adjust for a moment before pulling back out again almost all the way. Then he stayed there, just the head of his cock inside Steve's tight channel, and drew his blunt nails down his partner's back. Steve gasped and swore under his breath, and Danny dug his fingers into the hard muscle on his hips for good measure.
"You feel so fucking good," he purred as he gradually began to slide his length back in. It was sweet torture for him as well, but he wanted to really make his partner feel like Danny was the one in control here. "You want me to fuck you hard, do you?"
Steve's voice was strained as Danny's filled him almost too slowly to bear, "Mmm yes Danny, yes I want you to fuck me..."
"You're mine, Steven," Danny withdrew his cock again without getting anywhere near bottoming out, even though he wanted to, "Tell me who you belong to."
"Oh god, I'm yours, Danny. I'm yours." Steve panted the words out and then swore loudly as Danny rewarded him with a smooth, deep thrust, making sure he pressed all the way in and making some short sharp pumps for good measure as deep as he could. Steve howled and pressed back into him, and Danny slid his hand around his partner's thigh and grasped his hard, dripping cock, sliding his palm up and down the shaft while he pressed deep into his ass.
Steve groaned and whimpered under him, and Danny gripped his waist and pulled him upright, releasing Steve's dick and smoothing his hands up over his partner's stomach and chest as he made more short, firm thrusts into him and pressed his forehead into his smooth back between his shoulder blades. The SEAL arched his back, changing the angle slightly and by the sounds he started making Danny guessed he was now brushing over his prostate. He started to vary his entry, switching between a few shallow lunges grouped together, and long, fast, full-length drives which made Steve claw at Danny's hand on his chest.
He gripped one wrist, twisting his partner's arm around to his back. Once he could use that arm as leverage, he moved his palm from Steve's chest and took hold of his other wrist, bringing that hand down to the SEAL's cock and making him grasp it, wrapping his own fingers over the top and squeezing.
He began to move Steve's hand up and down his own dick, and the brunette moaned loudly, enjoying the feel of Danny's control. The blonde nipped little red marks into the skin of his shoulders and dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of Steve's wrist. He thrust in time with the long slow strokes that he was making Steve exact on his own cock, and as he began to speed up, he forced Steve's hand to move faster as well, keeping the rhythm equal. He could tell that Steve was close to coming as his back tensed and his moans became lower and more desperate, and he pulled his partner's hand away from his cock, making him gasp out loud.
"Do you want to come, babe?" Danny mouthed at the sweat on Steve's back, revelling in the salty taste of his hot skin, as he twisted Steve's other hand behind his back to join the first between them, "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Please, Danny!" Steve was so close and desperate at this point that he was resorting to begging, and that was something Danny could never resist. He gripped both of Steve's wrists together in one hand, and his other hand went to Steve's throbbing cock. A few smooth strokes down his full length and Steve was coming hard, rearing back into Danny and adding to his own pleasure. "Fuck, Danny!"
The blonde caressed his partner through his bliss, before letting him drop to all fours on the bed again and gripping his hips to plunge into him hard, coming not long after his lover. His own orgasm rolled through him, and he cried out Steve's name as he collapsed forward onto his back and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, breathing heavily against the SEAL's heaving back.
"Fuck..." Steve muttered succinctly. Danny let out his manic giggle and pulled out of his lover, rolling off him to lie on his back on the cool sheets and remember how to breathe properly.
Steve lowered himself to lay flat on the bed, avoiding the area of sheets where his come had spurted, and then rolled to wrap himself around Danny. They dozed for a while in each other's arms, Danny purposefully letting his mind shut down, refusing to think about anything but the feeling of Steve pressed in a long line down his side. He couldn't sleep fully right now, but his lover made him feel safe and secure, giving him an anchor to focus on, and he needed that right now.
After an hour or so, Steve stirred and stretched like a cat after his nap.
"Wow, Danno. If that's your way of working out stress then I'm gonna have to get us into a lot more risky situations..." he teased, sleepily.
The blonde cop laughed, "No, no I'm good. I could do without that, please boss."
"Oh, I'm the boss again now am I?" Steve leaned up and kissed Danny gently, and he melted into it and concentrated on the feel of his partner's lips on his. When Steve pulled away, Danny grinned at him.
"You may have the title at work, but I've always been the boss and you know it," he winked.
"You wish, Danno," Steve hauled himself out of the bed and pulled some sweatpants on, throwing another pair at Danny. His movements were a little stiff and careful, and the blonde felt a little guilty at being so vicious with his partner, but Steve walked over to him when he sat up, and cupped his jaw for a loving kiss. Maybe he hadn't minded the rough treatment.
The detective gave him a sly smile, "You know it's true."
"I admit nothing," Steve left the bedroom and started heading down the stairs, "I'll make us coffee!"
Danny followed him out onto the landing area to watch him walk across the living room, the marks Danny had left on his skin showing in glorious technicolour on his torso in the sunlight which filtered through the windows. "Good boy," he purred, and gave Steve a wink when he looked back up at him and grinned, "I'm gonna have a shower babe."
"Alright, coffee will be ready when you're out."
Danny only spent a minimal amount of time in the shower. Normally he loved to luxuriate in the hot water, but the stream running down over his face just kept making his mind flash back to that morning, when his head broke the surface of the ocean and his ears were filled with screams. As he towelled himself down, Steve, who was now wearing a t-shirt, popped his head in the bathroom door to tell him that Kono was downstairs. He appreciated the warning as he still liked to walk around the house naked. He didn't think he could take a repeat of the Mary-Ann incident, especially with Kono's proclivity to take photos…
He pulled on one of Steve's old Navy shirts and some sweatpants. It had been a few hours now since he'd last seen Kono, and she might have some updates for him.
She looked up and gave him a winning smile as he came down the stairs. "Hey bruh, how you feeling?" She gave him a squeeze when he reached her, and he hugged her back.
"I'm okay, thanks babe," he tried to return her smile, but knew it wasn't quite as bright. Physically he was awake, but he still felt emotionally numb again.
She nodded, seeming to understand his condition. "You look better than you did when you left the beach. I thought you were gonna keel over, boss... but I've brought your stuff-" she gestured to his belongings on the coffee table, "-and some good news."
As Steve delivered the coffees, Kono ran through the information she had gleaned from HPD on the crash. There appeared to have been a technical fault with the steering of the speedboat, and the family of nine on board had done their best to alert the coast guard but it had been too late. There had been no deaths, which Danny thought was unbelievably lucky considering the damage incurred, but there were a multitude of broken bones and other injuries. For some it was a waiting game, but others were already on the road to recovery.
Kono shoved a sheet of paper into Danny's hands as he sat between her and Steve on the couch. "Including Akoni Kahele, fifteen year old son of Rafa Kahele, who owned the boat."
Danny smiled as he saw the boy's photo, along with a brief run-down of his details that Kono had gotten from his parents, and his medical results from the morning. It was the kid he'd given CPR to. And he was a good kid too - he was at a great school with promising grades, and loads of extra curricular activities involving science and technology. The brief hospital information showed that his ankle had been broken in two places, and would require a lot of it to be replaced by metal pins, but it looked promising.
"He's actually kind of excited about all the metal!" Kono grinned, "Amazing how kids can look at the bright side."
"You spoke to him?" Danny looked at her with wide eyes, and he felt his lip tremble but he held it back. The kid's okay, he kept repeating to himself, don't you dare cry, Williams.
"Briefly, yeah, he was groggy but I wanted to check on him in person before I headed over here," her big brown eyes shone as she gave Danny the most sympathetic look she could muster. She must have spotted his wobble. "He's really grateful, Danny. Considering he spent around four minutes being unable to breathe this morning, he seems great... the docs said that if you hadn't breathed for him when you did, he'd likely have suffered brain damage. And if you hadn't pulled him from the surf, he'd be dead..."
"Thank you, Kono." Tears pricked at his eyes, and a sharp spasm ripped through his abdomen and exited his mouth in the form of a sob. He'd been holding everything in, not allowing himself to feel anything about that morning, thinking he was better off just being numb. He'd been so worried about that kid, but he'd held it down inside and instead indulged in the only thing guaranteed to truly distract him – Steve – but now he knew the boy was okay, his subconscious finally allowed him to really accept what had happened.
Kono placed her coffee on the table and tangled her arms around Danny's neck, and he clung to her, burying his face against her shoulder and gripping Akoni's paperwork in his fist. Steve gripped the detective tight from behind as another sob erupted from him, and his two friends fully enveloped him between them. He felt like an idiot, hating the weakness that flowed through him as he finally let himself feel the strain of earlier events, but he'd never been more grateful in his life to have two of his very best friends hold him the way they were holding him now. Silent, no judgement, just letting him release the pent up emotion and embracing him without hesitation.
Kono's fingers wound their way into his wet hair and stroked down his neck, and Steve gently nuzzled his shoulder and squeezed his arm tight around Danny's waist. His partner's other hand was on Kono's shoulder, silently thanking her for helping his lover.
"It's okay, Danny," she whispered after a few minutes, when the tears had finally stopped flowing, "It's all good. You saved that kid, you did good."
Danny pulled back and nodded, wiping at his red eyes. God, he felt like a goof. But at the same time, he was amazed how he didn't feel all that embarrassed for crying in front of Kono and Steve. They were wonderful people, and he felt safe in the knowledge that they understood him and wouldn't think he was weak for falling apart. It wasn't because he was a man, he didn't subscribe to that macho 'real men don't cry' bullshit, but it was just the sudden explosive force with which it had hit him had taken him by surprise, so it must have shocked them too.
But instead the two of them were now rearranging their legs to lean into him, cuddling into him from both sides on the couch, and Steve was flicking the TV on.
"Whaddya wanna watch, Danno?"
Danny sniffed and looked at the list of crap shows which appeared on the cable channel menu in front of them. All repeats, and the usual garbage which seemed to populate the airwaves at 4pm on a weekday.
"Anything but Baywatch..." he muttered, and the three of them burst into laughter. And it felt good to laugh with his ohana nestled around him, and that important piece of paper still gripped solidly in his hand.