"Well maybe if you'd let me drive, we'd be at the hotel already rather than in the middle of nowhere..." Danny grouched.
They'd been in Maui a grand total of two hours and they were already arguing. Fucking perfect. He hadn't meant to start it, but he was tired after a difficult week and their flight had been delayed, and then Steve hadn't even considered offering him the car keys, whipping them up off the desk in the rental office and heading straight for the driver's side like it was just the way it is. Control issues.
He should be happy now that they were actually having a few days off, but he had that tight foreboding feeling in his chest again. And last time that happened he took a shotgun blast to the back, so he wasn't in a great frame of mind.
"I figured it would be nice to see a little of Maui on the way there, Danno, seeing as I'm not really planning on leaving the hotel room once we've got there," Steve was still trying to inject some humour into the situation, despite Danny's dark mood.
"I just wanna go lie down, Steve. And I maybe thought that, with us being on holiday and all, I might even get to drive the hire car. But no," he folded his arms high on his chest and sulked.
He knew he was being immature, but sometimes he couldn't stop himself. He was frustrated with Steve's need to be in charge, and also that he'd made no hints surrounding the ring, and it had now been two weeks since Danny had found it.
"You can drive us back to the airport in two days if you like?" Steve offered, sounding more than a little exasperated.
Danny felt very guilty. God, what was he doing? They'd saved for this holiday together, Steve had been hoping to do it for ages but his Silverado getting damaged had stopped him from treating Danny like he'd wanted to. Then lots of other stuff happening had gotten in their way.
But they were finally here, and Steve was very nicely taking him the scenic route to the hotel which, yes, they probably wouldn't leave once they'd settled in. So it was good to see some of the island before they indulged in each other the entire time.
And maybe, just maybe, this was where Steve wanted to propose? Maybe this holiday was going to have some romantic climax that he didn't, or rather shouldn't, know about? And he was ruining it because he didn't get much sleep last night. Child.
He put he head back against the headrest, closed his eyes and picked at his safety belt, taking a deep breath. "Listen, Steve, I'm sorry, I-"
"FUCK!" Steve yelled out suddenly, and wrenched the wheel as they rounded a corner and a large wild boar was standing in the road. The car fishtailed and spun out of control, doing a 180 and slipping backward down the wet bank and into a tree.
Both of them were jolted back in their seats as the car finally came to a rest, and Danny released his grip on the car door, and on Steve's shirt, as they panted and calmed their pulses. His immediate reaction had been to protect Steve; to reach across, plant a hand on his chest, and hold him back in his seat with a steel grip on his clothes, knowing full well that the guy didn't always do his safety belt up.
This time he was wearing it, but Danny's response had been automatic, and he did it without realising he had. As he pulled his hand away, Steve gripped his wrist and squeezed.
"You okay, Danno?" He turned his concerned gaze on the detective and looked him up and down, checking for any visible injuries.
"I'm okay babe, you?" Their argument was forgotten as they made sure the other was alright.
Steve winced, "I think I may have done something to my ankle, but I'm okay."
Danny opened his door, careful not to slip on the damp leaves, and climbed out. There was a twinge in his back, and the shoulder of the arm which he'd used to grip on to Steve during the crash, but there was nothing broken. He made his way around to the driver's door and yanked it open, leaning down inside to check his partner over.
The SEAL looked intact, and neither of them were bleeding which was a plus. He slid his hand down Steve's left leg, and then his right, squeezing gently to check him over. The brunette drew in a sharp breath when Danny felt over his right ankle, and the blonde shook his head.
"How much did that hurt? On a scale of bruised to broken?"
Steve gave him a weak smile, "Somewhere between bruised and sprained, it's nothing."
"Why, oh why, am I inclined not to believe you, Steven?" He sighed, but helped his lover out of the car when he insisted on getting out. He opened the back door of the car and retrieved their holdall from the back seat, pulling a small first aid kit out of the side pocket and wrapping a bandage around Steve's ankle while he leaned against the vehicle. "Maybe it's because I've had to start packing first aid supplies wherever we go, huh? Most people have to remember their toothbrush and wallet, I have to remember the bandages and Tylenol..."
Steve just rolled his eyes and bit back a response.
"Well so much for making it to the hotel for check in time..." Danny grumbled as he stood up straight and nudged the car tyre with his foot.
No, shut up Williams, he lectured himself, Do yourself a favour and actually grow up...
He took a deep breath, looked up at Steve, and swallowed his doom and gloom attitude. "Well, I guess we're gonna get to see Maui's back roads at a slightly slower pace, huh?" He smiled gently.
Steve looked a little surprised at his change of mood, but returned his smile. Danny hefted the bag in his good hand, reserving his aching arm to slip around Steve's waist and shove that shoulder under the brunette's armpit to support him.
Danny regretted his choice of footwear as they slowly made their way up the bank back to the road, his loafers slipping on the mud, but then he hadn't expected to be hiking in them. Steve picked up a sturdy fallen branch on their way up, and used it to hold him up on the other side. The road was a relatively quiet one, Steve having taken an out-of-the-way route for maximum scenic beauty, and they stood for a few minutes waiting for traffic while they both check their phones.
The boar had, very sensibly, made its escape before Danny could find it and turn it into dinner.
"Of course there's no signal, because that would be useful!" Danny moaned, putting his phone away. He looked up and down the road, as if trying to summon a vehicle up with the power of his own mind, then looked down at Steve's ankle. "You okay to walk, babe? We need to start heading in the right direction."
Steve shoved his phone in his pocket and nodded. He placed his walking staff in his right hand, using it as a replacement foot as he went, and Danny slipped under his left shoulder this time, holding the bag in his bad hand. He was straining the damage, but looking after Steve was more important.
They hobbled along the roadside for about half an hour, talking about coaching the Shrimps the following week, and Steve occasionally pointing out wildlife or native plants like he was some sort of tour guide. Danny thought it was cute, how his lover always wanted to try to get Danny involved in the culture and lifestyle of the area. It was part of his life, and it was like he wanted to combine his home and his love into one, so the detective tried to commit some of it to memory.
"C'mon babe, sit down and rest. You look like you're gonna fall over and I'm not picking you up off the floor..." Danny dropped the holdall a few feet from the road side and helped Steve lower himself to sit on it. He went to stand by the road, rubbing his shoulder and hoping for a car to come by. Steve checked his phone again with no luck.
"I'm sorry I was being an ass..." The detective mumbled.
Steve looked up at him with a cheeky grin. "Pardon? I didn't quite hear what you said, you might have to say it louder."
Danny glared at him, but conceded and swallowed his pride, "I said I'm sorry. I was being a bit of a douchebag, and we're supposed to be enjoying this break so... yeah, I'm sorry." He waved his hands out as he spoke. "And the scenery is... lovely... If a little uninhabited..."
Steve smirked, "Well seeing as we're making up, I'm sorry too."
"For..?" Danny drew out the syllable and waved his hand in a circular motion to encourage Steve to finish.
The SEAL rolled his eyes again, "For not letting you drive? For taking us to the ass end of nowhere, when we should have just gone straight to the hotel where I could fuck you?"
A car appeared on the horizon before Danny could respond, and he waved at it as it drew closer. The driver just arced around him slightly and carried on, not a fan of hitchikers.
"ASSHOLE!" Danny yelled at his receding tail lights. It was starting to get a little dark, the sun getting low, and they really needed to get some help.
"Maybe take your shirt off for the next one, Danno? That'll make them stop," Steve laughed.
The blonde gave him the finger and went back to the previous conversation, "Who says you'd have got to fuck me, huh? I'm not that easy, maybe I wanted to top?"
Steve shrugged, "You like it when I'm on top," he said, simply.
Danny folded his arms, "I do, yes, but that doesn't mean you get to do it all the time, Steven." The last week or so, since the camping, Steve had been the giver as opposed to the receiver most nights. It's just the way it had happened, not necessarily through any actual agreement. Danny did enjoy it, it was Steve's nature to take control and the detective didn't mind that, but he liked to keep some sort of balance to things, and not let Steve think he was the boss at home as well as the office. "Plus, I thought you liked it when I take the reins," he winked.
Steve's eyes darkened a little and he licked his lips, "Mmm yeah, I did like it when you lost it a little..."
Danny felt something low down in his belly tighten a little at that purring voice, and he bit his lip. Steve was referring to when he'd got a bit over emotional after witnessing a boat crash on the beach, and dealing with the aftermath had led to him having a need to take control of something, anything. That thing had just happened to be his partner, in their bedroom.
He knew Steve had enjoyed it, he'd hinted at it before, but the look on his face right now said that maybe he'd wanted a repeat of it sooner rather than later.
The blonde swayed his hips and stalked towards Steve slowly, letting his blue eyes scan down the brunette's body, and the SEAL's eyes tracked the movement as he licked his lips again and let out a soft huff of air, almost a whimper. Danny was almost upon him when another car appeared, and the detective dashed back out into the road to wave them down, this time whipping his badge out of his back pocket and abusing his position of authority a little.
Because now he really really wanted to get to the hotel. As soon as freaking possible.
Half an hour later, they were thanking the woman who had picked them up, after making up some rubbish excuse about police business on the island so as not to look like asses for using Danny's badge, and staggering into the hotel lobby. Then Steve called the car recovery people regarding collecting the rental car from its current resting place, while Danny checked them in at the front desk and explained why they were late doing so. The woman was sympathetic, and luckily their room hadn't been given away.
Steve hobbled into the crowded elevator first, having deposited his walking stick outside, and Danny stood in front of him. His ankle seemed more sturdy now, the detective observed as he watched him walk. There were about five other holiday goers in the cramped space, but that didn't stop Danny from surreptitiously reaching behind him and palming Steve's cock through his jeans. The SEAL let out a surprised noise which he tried to cover with a cough, and poked Danny in the ribs in earnest to stop him when the blonde continued to massage him.
Danny snickered to himself and slid his hand over Steve's thigh and away from his crotch. He'd already done the damage though, as Steve was hard as a rock when he'd finally removed his fingers, and the brunette had to take the bag from his partner so he could hold it in front of him when they got out at their floor.
Danny slid the key card through the door slot and let Steve go first in to their room, closing it behind them and leaning against it casually while he waited for Steve to dump the bag and sit on the bed.
"How's your leg?"
Steve pulled off his boots and examined his foot. "It's okay, I can put weight on it now." He unwrapped the bandage and threw it onto the bag.
Danny toed off his own shoes. The two of them were sweaty from their unexpected hike in the heat, and he had been imagining what he wanted to do to his lover for the last forty-five minutes.
"You and I need a shower," he put the same swerve in his hips as he walked over to Steve and stopped in between his thighs, cupping the SEAL's jaw and pulling him up into a kiss. He kept his voice matter-of-fact as he kissed along Steve's cheekbone and spoke into his ear, "You're gonna clean me up, and if you do a good job then I might just give you a reward... would you like that, babe?"
Steve shivered against him, goosebumps raising on his neck as the detective's hot breath glided over his skin. "Mmm yes, very much..."
If his partner had thought he'd just been messing around at the roadside, he was in no doubt now that Danny was completely serious. Tonight belonged to the blonde, because he wanted some of that control back, and could tell Steve would not be averse to the situation. He wanted to blow off some steam; all this waiting for Steve to propose was putting him on edge, worrying that something he'd said or done had delayed or discouraged his lover, and he needed a distraction. And to get a bit of passive-aggressive torturing in on Steve in the process for making him wait.
Danny tugged on Steve's hair at the base of his neck, making him growl a little, and then ran his hand down his lover's arm to take his hand, standing up straight and towing the man toward the bathroom.
The shower was huge, bigger than the one they had at home, and Danny leaned into the enclosure to turn on the water to the right temperature. He turned back to Steve, and in the soft glow of the bathroom's spotlights the man looked utterly fuckable.
The blonde licked his lips and pulled Steve down for a kiss with a strong grip on the back of his neck. He spoke with a voice like velvet against those soft lips, "Undress me."
Steve inhaled sharply at the quiet command, and did as he was told. He slowly raised Danny's t-shirt over his head, kissing along the detective's jaw and down his neck once they were exposed. His nimble fingers quickly dealt with Danny's jeans fly, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down. He knelt carefully, avoiding any strain on his bad ankle, and helped Danny step out of his clothes, removing his socks as he did.
He laid a delicate kiss reverently on Danny's hip, but as he leaned in to take the cop's already hard cock into his mouth, the blonde slid his hand under his lover's jaw and pulled him back, making his look up into his face. "Nuh uh, babe. I know you want my cock, I know you want me to fuck your mouth, but you don't get to have it yet."
Steve's eyes were dark with lust, his breathing heavy, and Danny loved it when he was a mess like this.
"Stand up," he whispered, and the SEAL complied, waiting for his next order, "Strip for me, I want to see all of you."
The brunette whipped his t-shirt up over his head and Danny squeezed his hip, "Slowly, babe."
Steve dropped his shirt to the floor and slowed his pace, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping while Danny ran delicate fingertips over his abs and watched his hands work. The blonde moved around him, still trailing his fingers around over the taller man's hips, making him shudder with want.
His boss pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them to one side and toeing out of his socks, shivering as Danny ran his flat palms down his back and cupped his ass. "God you're gorgeous," he purred, applying gentle kisses to Steve's shoulders and down his spine to his lower back. Then he placed his hands firmly against the brunette's back and guided him into the shower, slow enough to be careful of his ankle, and shoving him chest first against the cool tiles under the spray.
He let his attentions get rougher, nipping over the skin on Steve's neck, shoulders and back as the hot water ran down over them. The dirty noises coming from his partner drove him onward, until he was sucking red marks into his back and kneading his fingers into his hips with bruising force. He turned Steve around and picked up the complimentary shower gel and wash cloth from the shelf, shoving them into his hands and standing back from his body to wait.
The SEAL squeezed the gel onto the cloth and placed the bottle back on the shelf before moving forward and smoothing it over Danny's chest and down his stomach, then up around his back and across his shoulders, all while kissing and licking along his jawline. When he reached the blonde's ear and sucked gently on the lobe, Danny repaid him with a long moan, and he nuzzled his cheek against Steve's, stubble scraping on stubble.
He leaned his head back and allowed Steve to wash him, moving all around him, first wiping over every inch of his upper body with the wash cloth, then wiping the bubbles away with his other hand, before finally tending the clean skin with his tongue and lips. It was an amazing experience, to be worshipped and caressed so tenderly, and he stroked the back of his partner's neck and shoulders whenever he could reach them as he watched him move down his body, the brunette even getting down on his knees again in front of him to attend to the lower half.
Steve really took it seriously when Danny had said he wanted him to do a good job of cleaning him. He made sure every square inch of skin was washed, working from his feet upwards, spending extra time running the cloth over Danny's ass and sliding his fingers through the valley between his cheeks to massage over his hole. Then he used both hands to clean Danny's cock and balls, while the blonde threw his head back and moaned loudly.
"Fuck Steve, you're such a good little slut. Doing just what I tell you. Show me you can take my cock as well as you take orders..." he pulled Steve's head towards him, and his lover wrapped his lips around Danny's swollen cock, licking around the head before taking him all the way back into his throat without further hesitation.
"Fuck, Steve!" Danny cried out, reactively pushing deeper into the brunette's hot mouth and accidentally making him choke a little. He quickly pulled back, about to apologise, but Steve gripped his ass and pulled him back in, relaxing his throat to take him even deeper and pushing his face into the blonde curls at the base of his lover's dick. Danny groaned at the sensation and had to reach out one hand to steady himself against the wall, his whole length filling his partner's throat, and when Steve used Danny's favourite trick against him and swallowed around his dick, it was almost all over right there and then.
He pushed on Steve's shoulder to get him to pull back, "Fuck, babe... You're gonna make me come before I've even had the chance to fuck you..."
Steve smiled a little shyly, "I learned from the best..."
"Mmm flattery will get you everywhere," Danny gave him a wolfish grin and tugged on his chin to get him to stand, "Get yourself clean, I want you nice and washed for me so I can make you dirty again."
He leaned back against the tiles and watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Steve squeezed more shower gel onto the cloth and soaped himself down, while Danny stroked himself and licked his lips in anticipation. When Steve took more shower gel and slid his fingers between his ass cheeks, Danny drew in his breath sharply and the SEAL smiled, ready to put on a show for his lover.
He turned so his back was to the blonde, placing one palm against the wall, and pushed a finger inside himself, moaning.
"Mmm… Fuck, yes babe. Open yourself up for me," Danny massaged his own cock more vigorously, his breathing becoming ragged as he viewed the erotic display in front of him, "You want my cock in your hole, don't you? Make yourself ready for me, that's it..."
Steve was now thrusting two fingers into himself, using the last of the shower gel as makeshift lubricant, and he moaned as he looked over his shoulder to see Danny watching him.
When he graduated to three fingers, the detective couldn't hold off anymore, moving in and grabbing the back of Steve's neck, turning him and bringing him down for a rough, deep, insatiable kiss, biting at his lips and plunging his tongue inside when Steve opened to him.
He washed the last of the bubbles away from his partner's body under the stream of water and hauled him out of the shower enclosure, turning the water off. They hurriedly towelled each other down while kissing before Danny brought Steve's head to his mouth again so he could growl into his ear. "Bed, now."
The detective guided his lover to the bed, propelling him with his hands on his muscled ass, and turned the SEAL around to face him before shoving him down forcefully onto the mattress. Danny went to the bag and pulled out the lube, and then dug a little deeper to find the handcuffs he'd stowed at the bottom for moments just like this, and his tie. He dropped the cuff keys on the side table.
Steve had moved himself further up the bed, but as Danny crawled up the mattress between his lover's splayed legs he growled at him. "Back up, up against the headboard."
The brunette did as he was told, and even obediently held his wrists up for his lover. Danny straddled his slim hips, took one of Steve's wrists and smoothed his flat tongue over the exposed veins, tasting his partner's heart beat in his mouth. He nibbled and sucked at the soft skin, and Steve closed his eyes and sighed at the sensations. Then the detective clicked the cuffs around that wrist, before administering the same attentions on the other one, slipping the chain around the pole across the top of the headboard and bringing that hand up to snap the other cuff in place.
Steve's hands were now above his head, and he curled his fingers around the pole to save his skin from any damage. The way Danny was kneeling up and straddling him put him almost face to face with his cock, and again he leaned in to taste it.
The blonde grabbed his jaw again, "God, you are fucking hungry for me, aren't you babe?" He bent at the waist and kissed him roughly, pushing his head back into the headboard, "Do you want my cock inside you, huh? You want me to fuck you, you think you deserve that?"
Steve just closed his eyes and moaned in response, words temporarily lost to him.
Danny moved his knees down the bed and kissed his way along the side of his partner's face, down his neck and over the shoulder where the scar sat from the spear, and the memory of Steve standing there with the metal protruding from his chest flashed through Danny's brain, just as it did every time he saw the evidence of it. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed the image away, licking over the pink healed flesh and trying to associate good things with it.
He picked the tie up off the bed and gripped it in one hand, sliding it sensually through the other fist in front of Steve's face. "I seem to remember you complaining when I put this in the bag, Steven... are you complaining now?" He pressed it over his lover's eyes and knotted it in place.
"No, definitely not," Steve sighed, licking his lips. Danny hovered his mouth over Steve's, letting his breath skate over his skin, but when his partner inclined forward for the kiss he pulled back, denying him, and instead shifted backward to bite down over one of his hard nipples.
Steve yelped and tried to buck his hips upward, whimpering as Danny soothed the red patch with his tongue and flinching while the blonde licked over the other nipple when he expected a bite. But Danny was finding it too much fun to play with his lover, to tease him, have him uncertain at what the detective's next move would be. So he worked his way over Steve's body, licking, sucking, and occasionally biting just to revel in the little jumps and squeaks that the SEAL emitted. He left his symbols of ownership through bruising sucks and little red teeth marks.
He touched every inch of skin he could find, wanting to savour his lover's body, commit the whole thing to memory for no other reason than the fact it was his to love. Steve belonged to him, and tonight he could use him in whatever way he saw fit.
He slid a knee in between Steve's thighs again, making him spread them, and when he did Danny backed up and rewarded him with a long, wet lick up his cock. The SEAL lifted his hips off the bed, and Danny gripped him hard and forced him back down.
"Bad boy, Steven. Don't misbehave or I'll just tie you up and leave you here. You won't get the hard fucking you need so much. You don't want that, do you?" He traced his fingers down the brunette's inner thigh, raising goosebumps.
Steve whined, "No, please, I want you..."
The blonde grinned and kissed the head of his partner's cock. Steve jumped slightly but stayed in place, huffing out air at the effort to stay still.
"That's better," Danny whispered, "now tell me how much you want me to fuck you..."
"Oh god, Danny," Steve flexed his shoulders and pulled on the cuffs, panting hard, "I really need you to fuck me. I want you to take me hard, baby, fuck me hard!"
Danny bit his lip to maintain his focus, but the gorgeous mess in front of him was so distracting it was hard to stay in his controlling role. Steve didn't have to tie Danny up to get his way, he just had to beg like that and the blonde would do anything for him. Anything.
"Do you want me to fuck you 'til you come, babe?" His voice was hoarse with lust, and he swallowed hard.
"Yes, Danny, yes," Steve was straining at his bonds again as his lover tortured him, making him wait, forcing him to beg.
"You think you deserve that, do you?" The detective smiled.
The SEAL whimpered and flexed his shoulders against the headboard.
He leaned forward, getting right up close to Steve's ear and making him jump as he spoke, "Because I think you deserve everything I have to give to you, every bad thing I wanna do to you..."
Steve's lip quivered, and Danny just couldn't take it. He grabbed the man's face and took him in a forceful kiss, exploring the brunette's mouth and grazing his lips with his teeth until they were red and swollen.
"You're gorgeous, babe," he whispered, and then he moved down Steve's body again, picking the lube up and smothering his fingers and cock. He slid his mouth over Steve's dick while he pushed his fingers into his already loose hole, crooking them around and seeking out his sweet spot. Steve cried out with pleasure and writhed under Danny, gripping the bars and making them creak with the pressure he put on them when he arched his back.
The blonde took his lover all the way into his mouth, relaxing his throat and taking Steve's full length back before swallowing around him.
"Danny! Oh god, Danny!" Steve curled his toes and pushed up off the bed, "Fuck, I'm gonna come! Not yet not yet!"
Danny pulled off him and gasped in some air. His throat was raw from being stretched around his partner's thick cock, but he carried on regardless because the love of his life needed the hard fucking that only he could provide.
"You don't get to say when you come, Steven, that's up to me..." he removed his fingers from Steve's ass and got into position with his cock at his lover's entrance, pushing gently at his hole but not entering. Not yet.
"Danny..." The SEAL whimpered and rolled his hips toward the detective, but being attached to the bed held him back, and when he tried to pull Danny in by hooking his heels around the blonde's hips and tugging, the detective resisted and waited patiently for Steve to relinquish his attempt at control.
He ran his hands up Steve's legs, curled his arms under the brunette's knees and lifted him, raising himself at the same time so that he was kneeling up and Steve's ass was suspended in mid air. The SEAL was helpless and exposed, and Danny bent his neck to nip at his lover's thighs where he held them.
"Tell me," he mumbled against Steve's skin, "Tell me how much you need a good, thorough fucking Steven, and I'll give it to you..."
"Mmm I need it, Danny, I want it..." Steve's knuckles were white as he gripped the bars.
"Wrong answer," Danny bit the inside of his knee and the brunette jerked and made a keening noise of frustration, "I'm not going to give you anything, unless you learn some manners..." He kissed the skin he'd just bitten to soothe it.
Steve swallowed hard and took a deep breath, his voice cracking, "Please Danny, please fuck me," he whispered.
Danny pushed against his hole, "Louder," he ordered.
"Please!" Steve finally shouted.
Danny growled, and he gripped Steve's thighs and surged forward, filling his partner's hole with his thick cock.
Steve howled, and Danny barely paused before he began to pump into him, hard and fast, letting the animal inside him take over and spreading his lover's thighs even wider so he could bury himself deep. His shoulder twinged painfully, but he ignored it, curling his hands under Steve's knees and holding his legs out wide, his fingers leaving bruises in their wake.
Steve was shouting his name, urging him on, needing his lover to take him and own him. Danny lost himself in his partner, the feel of his slick heat around him, the supple yet muscled flesh of the man's thighs beneath his fingertips as they dug in and gripped tight, the sound of sweat-damp skin slapping together as he plunged deep into him and his hips met Steve's ass, the way he was moaning his name in amongst a mantra of 'yes' and 'fuck' and 'god' and 'I'm yours'.
He hooked one of the brunette's knees over his shoulder and moved his lubed up hand to Steve's burgeoning erection, his fist pumping him solidly. The SEAL came almost immediately, spilling over Danny's hand and down his stomach and chest, keening low and wretchedly, taken apart by his lover.
Danny slammed into him, and the way Steve bucked and tightened around him sent him over the edge, coming deep inside. He practically screamed his partner's name as his orgasm rushed over him in waves, and he tightened his grip further on the brunette as his back muscles spasmed and he threw his head back.
Steve went limp in his arms, twitching gently while Danny lowered himself to seat his ass on his heels and caught his breath back, resting his face against Steve's leg. Once he regained the ability to move his body, he pulled out of his lover and crawled up the bed to settle in beside him. He reached over to the side table and grabbed the cuff keys, and Steve let him arms fall to his sides once he was released.
Danny tugged the makeshift blindfold up over the brunette's head and smiled when those sleepy blue eyes focused on him again.
He kissed Steve delicately on the forehead and smiled, "Hey there, gorgeous,"
Steve smiled back at him, "I love you... so much, Danny..."
"I know, I love you too," the detective carefully rolled Steve onto his side, and the tired SEAL sighed contentedly and buried his face into his pillow. Danny curled around him tightly and pressed his body along the full length of his lover's, maximising the skin contact.
Steve pulled the detective's arms in tight around his torso, and they fell asleep with Danny breathing in the scent of his lover's skin.
The next evening, the last night of their break before they returned to Hawaii the following morning, they sat out on the veranda of the hotel restaurant and sipped at their beers with their feet tangled under the table. They'd woken up and indulged in some slow, lazy sex, and spent most of the day having room service bring them food to refuel between sessions, making full use of the bed and shower to really get their money's worth.
They'd finally decided to venture out when they'd run out of energy and Danny's shoulder started screaming at him to take a break.
The sun was setting over the ocean, the sky a fantastic watercolour artwork of blues, pinks, oranges and reds, the odd cloud picking up bright, burning auburn edges. Steve squeezed Danny's thigh with his free hand, and gestured out to the beach with his beer bottle. "Wanna go for a walk, Danno?"
Danny nodded, and the two of them began a gentle stroll down the sand toward the water, digging their bare toes in to the wet beach where the waves were lazily lapping. It was still warm underfoot from the baking heat of the day, and Danny rolled his jeans legs up so they wouldn't get wet as they waded through the shallows. Steve's board shorts were more than safe from the ocean, and he went in a little deeper and stared at his feet as he walked.
"You okay, babe?" Danny prodded at his lover's hip. His chest was getting tighter the longer Steve remained silent, because he was hoping against hope that the SEAL was building himself up to something.
Steve stopped and took Danny's hand, and then pulled him to look out at the ocean while the brunette stood behind him and rested his chin on Danny's shoulder. He kissed his cheek and wrapped his arms around the blonde's stomach.
"I love you, Danny Williams. So much. You know that, right?"
Danny craned his neck and looked back and up into Steve's deep blue eyes. "Of course I know that, I love you too, Steve."
The brunette leaned down and kissed his partner lovingly, no tongues or pressure, just gentle and caring.
Then Steve sighed and pulled away, and something unreadable flickered through his eyes and he stared at Danny in the waning light. "Good because... I'm glad we took this break, I'm glad we came out here. We just needed something, you know, something a bit special."
Danny turned to face him and slid his arms loosely around Steve's waist. "It has been special. Perfect, even." He smiled calmly, but his heart was racing and his mind was doing somersaults.
Ask me. Please, I'm ready, just ask...
Steve opened his mouth as if to say something, but then took Danny's hands from around his waist, dropping one and using the other to tug Danny back to the hotel. "C'mon baby, let's go have a shower..." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively which should have kicked Danny's pulse up a notch, if the heart in question hadn't now been sitting in the pit of the detective's stomach.
He let Steve tow him along, but his mind was reeling, trying to work out what the hell just happened. The brunette had honest to god looked like he was going to propose, or was Danny just imagining it? Why else would the guy have a ring if he wasn't going to ask him? Why would he have gone out and bought it, hidden it from his lover, taken him to a beautiful, romantic getaway on another island, just to go paddling with him and fuck with his mind?
He tried to push all of those thoughts away, ignore the disappointment and feeling of dread in his stomach, and focused on Steve's soft lips as they made out in the elevator on the way up to the room. He put all his energy into their final night together, locked himself into revelling in the taste of the SEAL's skin, the curve of his hips, the water running down them, the feel of the sheets beneath them, and the sensation of his lover's hard cock releasing his heat inside of him.
And he tried desperately to forget about that tight feeling in his chest that had still refused to shift, and told him something was going to go terribly wrong.