"I hate hiking," Danny grumbled as Steve heaved him back up to his feet. The SEAL even managed to grope his ass as he helped him to his feet from the mud at the bottom of the slope he'd just slid all the way down, "I hate camping. I hate nature. And I hate the woods!" The Jersey native gestured widely to the tall green trees and lush vegetation all around them.
"Rainforest," Steve corrected.
Danny attempted to kill him with a glare, but his superpowers obviously weren't working today because Steve just gave him an extra bright version of his shit-eating grin and carried on up the pathway. Or what Steve referred to as a pathway anyway. Danny's definition of a path included asphalt, some sort of paving, or at the very least gravel, not some vague meandering trail in the middle of nowhere.
"Come on, Danno, we've just go to find some decent firewood and get back to the camp. Then we can settle in for the evening and toast some marshmallows," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the blonde.
"If that was meant to be a euphemism for something, it's lost on me…" Danny groused as he struggled up the steep path which Steve was taking with easy strides.
The detective was wearing an old white t-shirt, and black cargo pants, something which had pleased his partner very much, in several different ways – it meant that Danny was taking their camping trip seriously, having actually selected the clothing himself for the occasion, and had really considered the weather conditions (thin cotton t-shirt with short sleeves to protect him from the sun, but cope with the humid heat) and practicality of having lots of pockets to carry camping bits in like his pocket knife, GPS, and supplies for when the two of them got a little intimate; it also meant that Steve got to look at Danny's ass in figure-hugging military-style wear, which was apparently a massive kink for him because he kept coming up with any excuse to put his hands on the blonde man's behind. Also, for the primary reason of destroying his partner's resolve, Danny had put on some black fingerless gloves. Sure they helped with his grip on tree roots and protected his palms from some of the undergrowth, but he knew Steve had a thing for seeing him wearing tactical gear.
The view wasn't too bad for him either however, with Steve in his standard beige cargoes, which always looked good on him, and a tight navy blue t-shirt which showed off the muscles in his back and shoulders, and made Danny want to run his hands all over the skin underneath. To be fair, there wasn't much that Steve could wear that would ever stop that feeling, but this t-shirt was now definitely one of his favourites.
"Why didn't you just bring some fire wood anyway? I thought boy scouts should always be prepared?" he teased as he tried to catch up with his partner at the crest of the hill.
"The idea is we have to find our own, become one with the island, Danno," it was Steve's turn to gesture to the extensive rainforest in front of them, "You can't just give in and bring your own before you've even tried! Where would be the fun in that?"
"Do you really want me to answer that, Steven?" Danny crossed his arms high over his broad chest. He was actually enjoying himself, not that he would let on. The scenery was gorgeous, lush sweeping valleys of green vegetation and Hawaii's native flora and fauna. And he always loved to do anything where he could see his lover in his element – okay, maybe not the whole gun fights and violence thing, but the back-to-nature hikes and the swimming and surfing stuff, yes. Because Steve always looked more alive and natural in these settings, and if he was happy then Danny was happy. But they were also at their peak when they were verbally sniping at each other, and so for now he would continue down the path of self-righteousness until Steve decided to find a way to shut him up.
Steve still had a contented grin plastered on his face, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and he looked down at Danny, eyes flickering down his body again, before dipping down for a quick kiss. Then he was off, bounding through the trees like a maniac and yelling "Come on, Danno, keep up!" over his shoulder.
Danny shook his head, trying to banish the smile which was attempting to creep across his features, and then took off after Steve. The chase was on, and the cave man part of his brain told him that there were spoils to be had at the end of every hunt.
As he pursued his partner through the undergrowth, his mind flicked back to the previous week, to when he'd discovered the ring box in Steve's sock drawer. He'd had to force himself not to go and rootle through it again and take another look, as he hadn't got to see it properly the first time, but he'd always been the sort of kid who would avoid seeking out his Christmas presents, even when he knew where they were hidden. He'd much rather get the surprise on the day, than peek in advance.
But currently, he wasn't sure where he stood on the matter. Right now he was comparing it to Christmas morning, but only yesterday he'd had to go and hide in the locker room at work to contain a mild panic attack at the idea that Steve might propose. He'd spent the last few days flickering back and forth between the disparate states of delight and terror, and it was tiring him out.
It wasn't Steve that was the issue, of course, it was just the concept of getting married that scared him. After Rachel, and the divorce, he'd vowed never to have anything to do with the whole out-dated, stinking practice ever again. Why tie yourself down and make that sort of commitment only to have your heart ripped out and your finances destroyed? Wedding days only led to the day you got your papers served to you by some asshole lawyer who was going to take half your money, and give the other half to your ex. And he didn't know what he'd do if he ever lost Steve to divorce like that. Didn't know if he could go through it all again with someone he loved so much, without spiralling into hell fire.
Because that's how his negative mind saw it: an inevitable eventuality, despite his heart telling him otherwise.
So when his heart leapt at the idea of Steve getting down on one knee, declaring his undying love, and saying he wanted to be together until death do them part, it also sank when he remembered that he did that for Rachel and she said those exact words at the altar, but they were parted now and both still very much alive. They were okay with each other now, but it had taken a long time to get there.
Words – that's all they were at the end of the day. And just because you believed them when you said them, didn't mean you wouldn't lose that faith.
At some point in his reverie, he'd managed to gain on Steve, and as he rounded a bend in the pathway between the trees, he saw Steve dive to one side at the other end. He put on a sprint, and leapt into the bush that Steve had hidden in. He bowled straight out the other side, and suddenly there was no ground under his boots.
He fell around four feet and let out an embarrassingly loud scream as he hit the water. The cold lake rushed up around his head as he went under, and he pushed off the bottom of the shallow pool to break the surface again, only to hear Steve's raucous laughter echoing around the clearing.
"God damn it, Steven!" he yelled, "You think you're so fucking funny!"
He swam until he could get his footing on the bottom of the lake, and climbed most of the way out before Steve appeared in front of him and grasped his arm to pull him the rest of the way from the water and immediately up into a kiss. Danny smacked him away and looked down at himself in disgust. He ripped open one of the Velcro pockets on the side of his cargoes, and pulled out the GPS which was luckily in a water-tight bag, throwing it as his partner, and then checked on his phone which was also in a bag in another pocket. It was working fine, and Steve should be glad because he'd have made him pay for a new one.
He was only slightly annoyed, even a little glad of the cool down before he over-heated in the humid rainforest air, and for the distraction from where his mind had been taking him.
His partner was still chuckling to himself, but he was looking Danny up and down now, taking in the soaked white t-shirt that was now practically see-through, and the way the cargoes now hung low on his hips due to the added weight of the water, and licked his lips.
"Right, get us back to the tent now, I need to get out of these wet clothes!" Danny tried to ignore how much that sounded like a cheesy set-up line from a porno, and strutted up the bank of the lake while Steve booted the GPS back up.
He decided to torture the brunette further for the inconvenience of the impromptu swimming lesson. He had his back to Steve, but he knew full well that his blue eyes would be watching Danny's every move, and he also knew what effect he could have on his partner by now.
So he laid it on thick it for the audience of one; first he removed each of his gloves in turn, squeezing the water out of them and dropping them onto the ground. Then he began stripping his t-shirt over his head, making sure to stretch his back and shoulder muscles as he did, and wrung it out over the lake, before slapping it down on a flat rock, and then re-adjusting his pants and showing off his biceps as he did. He ran his hands through his wet hair, re-organising it and pushing the water out so it would dry quicker, and if he so happened to turn slightly to the side and flex his abs while he did that, could he really help it?
Then he bent forward to show off his ass, and began tearing open and checking the contents of every single one of the four remaining pockets, even though he knew the power bar would be ruined and the other three items were waterproof anyway. But he made a show of straightening up and flicking open the pocket knife, checking it, and wiping it against the cargo pants where they sat on his hip before flicking it closed with a practiced move which he knew would be a weakness for Steve.
Danny, wet, half naked in a rainforest, and displaying aptitude with some sort of weaponry – it was a Navy SEAL's wet dream, or at least for this particular SEAL it was…
And it worked, because he felt, more than heard, his lover advance up behind him. The GPS device was dropped into the soft grass nearby, and all of a sudden Steve's hands were on Danny's bare waist and turning him so they stood facing each other, side on to the water. Steve ducked his head down to steal a kiss as his hands travelled up Danny's rib cage and over his chest, and Danny responded by returning the kiss, grasping tightly at Steve's cargo pants waistband, and solidly heaving him into the water.
Steve's shout of surprise was utter perfection, and Danny's manic giggle burst from his chest as he knelt down and took a photo on his cell phone of the man, soaked from head to toe, now sitting on his ass in the shallows and looking wretched. That was being sent to Kono and Chin, first chance he got.
And now it was Danny being pursued through the forest, because Steve's abrupt cold shower had not had the effect that cold showers usually had on men. He'd waited for Danny to pull his t-shirt and gloves back on, place everything back in his pockets, and retrieve the GPS unit, before crouching down at the water's edge and growling low in his chest.
Danny had looked up with wide eyes, butterflies exploding in his stomach at the sound. When he'd seen the lust-blown pupils, his breath had caught in his chest, and his flight response had kicked in. Because having Steve chase him was probably the most exciting thing he could think of at the moment.
So he was crashing through the undergrowth, trying to navigate using the tiny computer in his hand, and aiming himself roughly in the right direction for the tent whilst trying to elude a wild Navy SEAL in his natural habitat.
There were several points where he heard Steve somewhere behind him in the trees, and he'd done his best to throw the experienced tracker off by breaking branches and then running in the opposite direction – it was actually something he'd learned from Steve a while back, so he knew the tactic wouldn't work for long, but it seemed to be throwing him a bit for now. That or he was letting Danny think he was winning, just to extend the game.
His hiking boots pounded the damp floor, and he tried not to slip on the wet leaves or trip over the roots and small plants. He dodged around a huge, old koa tree, ducking back and diving under the exposed root system where the ancient specimen had been partly torn from the earth at some point in the past, or maybe it had been washed away, only for the tree to survive and continue flourishing. He pressed his back up against the dirt, sucking in a deep breath and clamping his own hand over his nose and mouth so that Steve wouldn't hear him wheezing, and waited.
Seconds later, Steve thundered past him, came to a sliding stop in the foliage, and looked around him, eyes flashing and darting from space to space. He looked feral, animalistic, and if the hunt hadn't already got Danny's heart rate up, then looking at the untamed, panting man in front of him would have done it. The detective peeked out from between the chunky roots, keeping an eye on his partner as the SEAL stalked the open area of forest and looked for evidence of where Danny had gone. Then he seemed to spot something, and scrambled up a steep incline and into the scrub.
Danny waited another ten seconds or so and then finally let himself breathe, gasping oxygen into his straining lungs. He looked down at the GPS and could see that the camp wasn't too far now. He was glad, because he desperately needed to change into something dry, and it was really hard to run in wet pants, let alone with the hard on he was sporting.
He squeezed out from under the roots, and moved through the bushes toward the marker on the electronic map. He wasn't too worried about Steve finding his way back to the tent; the guy was a walking GPS in himself, and seemed to have amazing homing instincts. He was trained for this sort of thing, so a nature reserve wasn't going to be his undoing. Plus, he'd already said to Danny that he'd only brought the device in case of emergencies, or if they got separated. Danny briefly wondered if he'd planned this little situation.
He didn't have time to think about it for long, however, as a member of the local wildlife barrelled into him from the side and took him off his feet. And that wildlife came in the form of a 180-pound Lieutenant Commander.
Danny was hauled back up to his feet by his t-shirt and pushed against a tree trunk with enough vigour to force some of the air from his lungs, and Steve swallowed his huffed protest eagerly as his lips clamped down over the blonde's and his tongue delved inside his mouth. Danny's hands shot up to grab at Steve's short brown hair, and he crushed their mouths together and devoured his lover's kiss. He'd known from the moment he'd started flexing in front of his boss exactly what he was getting himself into, and although he hadn't necessarily expected the two-mile sprint through the rainforest, he also wasn't complaining. Because the adrenaline rush it was giving him, and evidently his partner as well, had really got their hearts pumping, all adding to their arousal and acting as an aphrodisiac.
They grasped at each other, pulling hair and grazing nails over skin, as Steve ground his hips against Danny's and held him firmly against the tree, and they bit at each other's mouths until they were forced to come up for air. And then Steve was pulling Danny's shirt up at the front so he could access his chest and stomach, biting down over his hard nipples and making him yelp and curse. His strong hand was planted solidly in the centre of Danny's chest, keeping him in place as his mouth moved lower and he licked and nipped over the detective's abs and dipped his tongue into his belly button, making him squeak.
He pressed Danny firmly against the trunk, communicating that he wanted him to stay where he was, before he moved both hands to the waistband of Danny's cargoes and opened his flies with quick precision. The blonde carded his fingers through Steve's hair, watching as the SEAL unlaced his boots, tugged down his cargoes and boxers, and made him step out of them, even yanking his socks off so he was standing barefoot on the cool, damp dirt. It was kind of invigorating, and he flexed his toes against the earth.
Steve looked up at his partner, still breathing hard from the run, and licked a long, hot stripe up the underside of Danny's hard cock. Never breaking the eye contact, he reached up to smooth one hand along the detective's shaft, before guiding the head into his open mouth and fastening his lips around it. Danny gasped as the pleasure rushed through his veins, still watching his lover's upturned face as his gifted tongue worked its magic on his erection.
The brunette closed his eyes, leaned forward to take more of his lover's cock into his mouth, and used his hand to massage the base while his other fingers traced lightly over Danny's balls, and pushed against his perineum gently, making the blonde close his own eyes and sigh contentedly. Steve removed both hands from his partner's body, maintaining a tender sucking action on his dick, and started digging in one of his many pockets, pulling out a tube of lubricant, snapping it open and dousing his fingers with it. Then his unlubed hand was nudging Danny's thighs further apart while his slicked fingers made their way up to slide in between his ass cheeks and apply slight pressure against his puckered hole.
As Danny relaxed, Steve pushed his middle finger up inside him, immediately hooking it round to find and manipulate his sweet spot. Danny groaned and bucked against the intruding digit, pushing against him harder when he soon added a second, repeating the motion and swiping over his prostate again.
Danny gripped the brunette's hair hard as the SEAL grazed his teeth down his shaft, and this seemed to ignite something in the man which made him lose his tame side again. As quickly as he had turned gentle when he had begun the blow job, he now became undone just as suddenly. He swallowed Danny's cock into his throat, taking him all the way and pushing his nose into the blonde curls at the base, before roughly pulling back and repeating the move as his fingers bruised the detective's hip where he held him. Danny pushed his head back into the bark of the tree and released a guttural moan of pleasure as Steve's hot wet mouth and throat worked around him. Abruptly, the SEAL thrust three fingers into his ass, stretching him and making him cry out, but there was no way he was going to say stop because he loved it, loved it, when Steve turned into this animal. His boss spent barely any time working him open, before his hands and mouth all disappeared at once, leaving Danny feeling bereft and empty. The brunette stood and pulled open his own cargo pants, releasing his hard cock into the afternoon air.
He shoved his pants down around his thighs, swiped up the lube and coated himself in it liberally, before muscling up against Danny and crushing him against the tree again. Their cocks slid against one another and they moaned into each other's mouths as they kissed deeply, and Steve moved as if to pick Danny up, pausing and silently asking if it was okay to do so, even in the midst of passion. Danny had learned his lesson on this one – best not to let his ego get in the way of a seriously good fucking – and he slipped his arms up around Steve's neck in affirmative answer.
The SEAL's mouth went to his collarbone, nipping at the skin there, while his arms curved down under Danny's rib cage and around his back, lifting him into the air before pushing him against the trunk and using his weight to hold his partner there while he readjusted his hands quickly. One hand helped to hold Danny up while the other slipped under his ass and hoisted him a little higher. Supporting him as best he could, Steve lined himself up and let Danny drop slightly, sinking him down onto his cock most of the way along his length.
Steve moaned, but held himself still while Danny hissed as he adjusted to his size after being rushed through the prep. He soon canted his hips forward so that Steve could slide his whole length up inside him. It was as good as he remembered. He wrapped his thighs around his lover's waist and planted his heels in the small of his back, pulling Steve right in and seating himself all the way down on his partner's throbbing dick. Danny pushed his face against the top of Steve's head, and even the smell of lake water and sweat couldn't put him off as his lover withdrew most of the way from his body before slamming back up into him, filling him completely and sending a wave of sensual bliss through his body as his prostate received stimulation due to the angle.
"Oh fuck, Steve, yes!" He was moaning the words before he even thought about it, but unlike the alleyway, this time they could be as loud as they liked.
He pulled at Steve's hair sharply again, as he had during the blow job, and sure enough this action seemed to send a surge of frenzied excitement through his partner's body, and he bit down on Danny's collarbone and sucked while he began to feverishly pound up into him. He didn't clamp down hard enough to break the skin, but it was close enough to the scarring he'd already put there to send a rush of electricity through the blonde's veins at the memory.
Danny shouted out his lover's name, over and over, as Steve took him roughly and exquisitely, his jerky assault grinding Danny's back against the coarse bark with only his thin t-shirt for protection. But he didn't care right now, because the sensations pulsing through him were overwhelming, and he arched his back as he felt the familiar knot forming in his belly. Again, he tugged on his partner's hair, pulling the trigger for the hard fucking he needed, and Steve howled in unbridled lust as he rammed his cock harder into Danny's tight channel, hitting his sweet spot like a target. His hand moved in between them and grasped Danny's dick, which had gone ignored since the blow job, and the moment his rough fingers slid over the head, Danny jerked his hips forward and came in between them, crying out wordlessly and scraping his nails up Steve's neck as his orgasm rolled through his body. Between the attack on his neck and the detective's ass clenching around him, Steve was pushed over the edge as well, and he juddered once more inside his partner before his knees gave way and they fell to the forest floor, breathless and satiated.
Danny groaned and rolled off his partner, immediately regretting it when wet leaves plastered themselves to his bare ass, and he took his time re-learning how to breathe while Steve recovered a little quicker and stumbled to his feet. He hitched his cargo pants back up and fastened them, before collecting Danny's clothes from the base of the tree.
"I am so bruised!" Danny whined, as he tried to pick himself up off the floor and couldn't quite get his knees under him. His back was definitely not feeling the love, and his ass had just taken a severe pounding so his legs weren't in full working order quite yet.
Steve laughed, reached down and pulled the detective to his unsteady feet, and happily supported him while he pulled his boxers and cargoes back on, helping to peel foliage off his lover's butt cheeks before the blonde could yank his pants all the way up.
Danny stepped into his boots, forgoing his socks for now, and Steve went to stand in front of him to hold his arms as he stood on one leg to slip the other foot inside. When he had both feet safely in the boots, Steve abruptly sank to one knee in front of him.
His breath caught in his throat.
Shit. This is it. Right here, in the bloody forest, after fucking fantastic sex against a tree, and he's gonna propose!
And Danny knew his answer, before Steve even had a chance to speak. He knew that he was going to say yes, because there was no one on this Earth who he would rather spend the rest of his life with. And it had to work between them, it would because it always had.
All his earlier doubts were gone, evaporating in a split second of complete clarity, the moment of truth.
Steve looked up at him and smiled, opening his mouth to ask the question.
"You okay, Danno?"
Danny paused for a moment, his pre-loaded reply faltering on his tongue.
"Wha?" he managed.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Steve observed as he reached down to tie Danny's bootlaces, which had been his intention from the start.
Danny rolled his eyes heavenward and wished for death. Idiot, he thought, idiot idiot idiot!
"Yeah, yeah I'm good, babe." Did he honestly think Steve was going to figure that was an appropriate moment? After an adrenaline-fuelled chase through the rainforest and a rough fuck against a koa tree? Well, knowing Steve, it was possible he would, but Danny was just glad he hadn't blurted out the 'yes!' prematurely, or this would be a whole different kind of awkward.
As it stood, Steve had no idea about Danny's inner turmoil, or the fact that the detective's brain was currently calling himself every synonym he knew for the word 'stupid', including in Italian and Russian just for good measure.
Danny picked up the GPS unit from the grass where it had dropped during the initial attack, and began to work out which direction they needed to head in.
"You want me to get us back to camp, or are you gonna do it?" Steve nudged him in the ribs playfully.
"I can do it," Danny muttered distractedly, then kicked his brain into gear when his subconscious screamed at him not to act weird around Steve when he'd done nothing wrong. He looked up at Steve and smiled, "Yeah, I can get us there," he felt confident enough to use the device, and hoped to impress his partner and prove he wasn't completely useless in the wilderness.
"Fantastic. Lead the way, Christopher Columbus!" Steve smacked his ass to get him going, and Danny groaned as he realised he was really going to feel everything in the morning.
Steve just smirked. He let a few meters of distance build between them as Danny took point, holding the GPS out in front of him like it would pull them back to base of its own accord.
He let the tension leave his shoulders as they wound their way back to the tent. Even if that had been a close call, the night was still young and this might not even be the night Steve planned to propose. It was a nice romantic getaway, a camp out in the forest, but not at all out of character for Steve to want to do for any other reason than the experience being its own reward.
At least that whole incident had jump-started Danny's brain into telling him that his unwavering answer was going to be 'yes'. He could allay those fears and not worry about floundering in the moment when it finally did come; because when he had thought it had come to the crunch, there had been no hesitation in his mind at all.
They were back at the tent before long, and Steve made little congratulatory noises at Danny for managing to navigate the forest while the SEAL gathered fresh clothes for them from the truck. The detective was pretty proud of himself, considering he was a city boy, and had only been in the forest a handful of times since coming to Hawaii. And even then, he'd had people guiding him. Steve had given him a renewed confidence in himself, just by being there, and he couldn't help the warm smile which drifted across his face at the thought of their relationship continuing to develop in the future. They made each other better, there was no other word for it.
Steve handed Danny some sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and he was glad they'd packed a second pair of boots each because his were full of swamp water.
"What are you grinning at, you soppy goof?" Steve poked him in the ribs and he batted at his hands.
"Nothing, just thinking about how I'm gonna get you back for chasing me through the forest. You know I hate to run." He turned and headed for the tent, unzipping it and climbing inside after kicking his ruined boots off. There was enough room for them to stand if they were slightly hunched over, though Steve obviously had to bend his back a little more than Danny.
The SEAL followed him inside and watched as he pulled off his tacky t-shirt and unbuttoned his wet cargoes. "Nope, that wasn't the look you had on your face. You say I have faces, well so do you, and you looked all sentimental!" He grabbed Danny from behind and squeezed, planting an open mouthed kiss on his shoulder, before putting on a childish taunting voice, "I think you luuuurve me!"
"Shut up, do not!" Danny teased right back, smacking out at him and pushing him away.
"You do! You fancy me!" Steve playfully shoved at Danny like he was trying to start a fight, laughing raucously when Danny smacked his hands away once again, and the blonde took his moment to catch Steve unawares and charged him, taking him down into the heaped sleeping bags that were already laid out from when they'd unpacked.
They spent a few minutes wrestling, with each man occasionally getting the upper hand, rolling on top of the other and getting in a few stolen kisses as their reward.
Steve managed to strip Danny's wet pants and boxers all the way off him, and shed his own clothes in the process, until they were both naked and rolling on the bedding. The competition died down as their lips locked and their tongues ventured into each other's mouths while they lay on their sides, and neither of them seemed to remember that they'd been trying to win anything.
Instead their hands ran over naked flesh and through body hair, gently grasping at each other's shoulders and asses and thighs, pulling their bodies closer and losing themselves in the feel of their lover under their finger tips.
The only sounds in the tent were the wet smacks of their mouths colliding as they tasted each other, and the contented groans which escaped their throats. Their cocks, now hard again from the heavy petting, rubbed over each other between them, and they moaned and panted at the contact.
Steve reached into a bag he'd left by the sleeping bags earlier and pulled out a tube of lubricant, quickly squeezing some onto his own dick, then Danny's, before throwing it over his shoulder. He smoothed the lube down their shafts, and held both of their erections in one hand, fingers reaching only part way around their combined thickness, while the other cupped Danny's cheek and held him in their kiss. The detective's left hand stayed on his partner's chest while his right went to join Steve's as he began to jack them off together.
He gasped at the feeling of his cock gliding along Steve's hard length, his fingers fitting together with his partner's to encircle both of them. They'd done this before, but it always felt wonderful to be sliding over each other, neither one of them being the top or bottom, but some perfect level of equality where they were both feeling almost identical sensations at the same time. The whole act of masturbation was very intimate, something normally enjoyed in private, and yet here they were joined together in a kind of mutual effort, their hands stroking each other as they stroked themselves, and with their lips locked together as well it was intimate perfection, melting them into a groaning, sweaty heap.
Steve began to rock against him in a slightly faster rhythm, adding to the friction and increasing their pleasure, and Danny squeezed his hand tighter around them to add more resistance. The detective swore and bit at Steve's lips, nudging his face to the side with his nose and burying his face against the SEAL's neck, kissing and nipping, then making his way up to the sensitive patch of skin behind the brunette's ear. He huffed hot air and let his moans vibrate through his lips, causing Steve's hairs to raise up in goosebumps.
He could feel Steve's pulse jumping under his mouth as he trailed kisses down his neck, and on hearing his breathing quicken he knew that his lover was close to orgasm. The thought of Steve coming under his hands shot tingles up his own spine, and his own completion wasn't far away.
He had a last second thought to save their bedding, and grabbed his t-shirt from where he'd chucked it earlier, throwing it over their throbbing cocks seconds before they came, practically in unison.
Steve groaned against Danny's throat and the detective scraped his teeth over the spot on Steve's jaw where it met his neck, making him jerk forwards and supplying an extra spike of electricity for both of them as their sensitive dicks slid roughly against each other.
They went back to their lethargic kissing as they both came down from their high. Danny loved the rough and ready sex, the fucking and the rutting, the manhandling of one another. But he also loved the slow sweet sex, the gentle touches and making out, the stuff that didn't necessarily end in injury or falling off something.
He carefully wiped them clean, making sure none of their come got on the sleeping bags, and then threw the t-shirt into the dirty pile of clothing in the corner. Then they snuggled into one another, him tucking his head under Steve's chin again, kissing his collarbone lightly. Interlocking their legs, they fell asleep wrapped in each other.
He woke up to Steve sticking something into his ass, and not in the normal enjoyable way.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing, McGarrett?" he yelled, staring at the needle in his partner's hand.
Steve grinned, "It's Doxycycline, Danno," as if that explained everything.
"It's doxy-what? What are you shooting me up with? We're cops, you know, I'll fucking arrest you!" He was only half-teasing, annoyed that he'd been woken so rudely, but trusting his lover regardless.
"Well lucky for us, anti-biotics are perfectly legal," Steve lay back down next to him and kissed him, "It's because we ended up in the water, we could pick up something if we don't combat it..."
He placed the used needle in a disposal box in the SuperSEAL first aid kit he'd brought with them, and picked up the other syringe which he'd pre-filled, and handed it to Danny.
"My turn!" He looked way too relaxed for someone who was about to get a needle in his butt, but then he had already taken a spear to the chest recently, so he could probably cope.
"It's your fault we ended up in the water. You just like sticking stuff in my ass, Steven!" Danny joked as he kneeled up and smacked Steve's ass cheek before jabbing him.
"Goddamit, it's my ass, Danny, not a dart board!"
Danny giggled and disposed of the needle, lying down on his back next to his lover, "Only a date with you could end up with us having to take anti-biotic shots in a tent in the middle of nowhere…"
The SEAL was about to argue, but Danny silenced him with a kiss.
"What was that for?" he grinned.
Danny rolled his eyes, "Just... I love you, you goof, okay?" Steve opened his mouth again and Danny placed a finger over it to hush him, "Even though you have once again managed to drag me out into the middle of nowhere, with no TV, running water, or pizza. And even though my ass feels like I'm not gonna be able to sit comfortably for a week... well, partly because of that, actually... I love you. And I'm happy. I just wanted to say it."
And he was happy. Happy to wait for Steve, because he knew his lover's intentions and knew what his reply would be. So rather than worry about when and where and how, he was content to wait.
"I love you too, Danno," Steve smiled softly, "and as regards being happy? Me too, very much."
Danny lay back and stretched, enjoying the way Steve's eyes scanned down his body as he flexed the muscles. "But I'd be happier if my neanderthal cave man would bring me food and fire..." he hinted. Their earlier foray for firewood had been cut short when they got distracted, and now they had nothing.
Steve pulled some sweatpants on and unzipped the tent doors. "I'll go get the camping stove out of the truck," he said over his shoulder as he crawled out.
"You brought a fricking stove? Isn't that cheating? Is there a Wilderness Survival badge I can revoke or something to punish you?" Danny teased.
Steve poked his head back in the tent, "You said it yourself, Danno, 'always be prepared'. And it was only back up in case we didn't get firewood. Now, put your pants on and come help me cook dinner, 'cause then I'm gonna bash you over the head and drag you back to my cave..." He winked and disappeared from view.
Danny grinned and called after him, "You already did that, animal... but you're welcome to try it again!"