Warnings: Gay and Bisexual themes, strong language throughout, [light dom/sub undertones. All kinks and safe words pre negoiated. (All of this comes in the very last scene of the chapter)]

Disclaimer: I don't own Hawaii Five-0, or its characters. Only ones I own are the ones I've stated I do, so all the bad guys except for the ringleader Georg Rutherford.

Author Note: I changed the outline of this particular chapter twice and finally got to end where I wanted to in terms of timeline story wise and plot. All Oc's will get their time to shine equally in due time.

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Chapter 6

Tripler Army Medical Center - ER, Trauma Bay Bad 4, Moanalua, Oahu.

Brooke packs up her casting supplies and unplugs the portable x-ray machine. "Alright you're all set to go Mr. McGarrett." Brooke tells her husband. "Now please at least try to not get your cast wet, cracked, or completely destroy it somehow. The more times you have to come in here, the more time you spend not at full duty." Brooke stresses to Scott.

Gee you don't think I know that honey. Scott thinks, but instead says, "Yes nurse, thank you."

"Your welcome, so are you going to be home tonight? It's been nice actually having you home these past few weeks at a regular hour." Brooke comments.

Scott looks to Lane and Lane just shrugs. "I don't know Brooke, Blackburn just let back on the Manning case and we're right in the middle of it. You know I can't promise anything."

"I know one thing he can promise Brooke and that's that I'll be sleeping on your couch tonight when I call and tell Laurie I can't take the kids tonight in three hours like I'm supposed to." Lane confirms seriously.

Scott holds up his hands, "Wait wait why would you be sleeping on my couch and not in your own bed?"

"Did you hit your head again when you tackled that homophobic dipshit? I'm still driving you around for the next three weeks, and your place comes up before mine, makes sense if I just crash at your place tonight."

"Right, right fair point why drop me off than go on to your house to just come back to mine at 0600 tomorrow."

"Glad we're on the same page now, let's get out of here hospitals give me bad vibes man."

Brooke who is still in the cubicle smiles over at Lane. "I'll take that as a valid fear and not take that to heart Agent Sullivan."

Before either man can reply to Brooke lights around the cubicle and around the ER as a whole start flashing.

Emergency Code Silver, VA Inpatient Psychiatric Ward, All staff, patients and visitors, please seek shelter or remain in a room with the door closed and secured.

Emergency Code Silver, VA Inpatient Psychiatric Ward

Emergency Code Silver, VA Inpatient Psychiatric Ward

Brooke's phone chimes with a simple text, Emergency Code Silver, VA Inpatient Psychiatric Ward

The same words that are being repeated over the PA system through the entire hospital.

Scott hops down off his bed and stands next to Lane. "Code Silver that's not good. This really isn't good."

"Not good at all, active shooter, hostage situation or some person with a weapon." Lane starts.

"Wait wait how do you two know about what a code silver is?" Brooke asks. As the head charge nurse of the whole ER she's supposed to know stuff like this and procedures she's supposed to follow.

Scott looks at his wife really quick already getting his chain out, "Our job description, remember we deal with active shooters like once every three weeks. And we just dealt with a hostage situation this morning." Scott fixes his badge through the loop on the back and slides it through the silver chain hanging it prominently around his neck.

"Right, of course you do. This is still my ER we're supposed to shelter in place with the doors locked and secured. Treat the patients we can while we can" Brooke tells the two Agents now in full ER nurse mode.

Lane fishes out his own silver chain from his right pants pocket. He then puts his chain through the loop on the back of his badge and hangs it around his neck. Clearly displaying his golden NCIS badge.

"We still have a job to do despite the current situation." Lane tells Brooke. "And I need my partner to be able to do that to watch my six." Lane respectfully tells her a certain edge in his voice.

"He's still my patient under my care." Brooke points out.

Scott has had enough of this back of forth shit. "Than discharge me let me, let us..." Scott thumbs back and forth between himself and Lane. "Do our jobs so you can do yours." Scott exclaims raising his voice slightly.

"We don't have time for this!" Lane exclaims for his partner instead breaking his usual laidback California surfer vibe.

Brooke and Scott have a mini stare down and then, Brooke becomes serious again, "Consider yourself discharged Agent McGarrett. I've got an ER to run."

"Thank you, Major McGarrett. Just tell me this one thing, that none of our boys are still here?"

"No, they're not Wyatt was here broken right arm, but I casted and discharged him just before you came in. He's off campus and at home now." Brooke informs.

"Good." Scott checks himself out. The light blue scrub top will have to do. He can't exactly run around the hospital shirtless. "Let's go Agent Sullivan."

"On your six partner."

Brooke calls out to Scott before he gets too far away. "Before careful out there honey, I love you."

Scott looks back into Brooke's own hazel eyes. "I love you too."

Lane pulls the curtain back from Scott's cubicle and the two step out into the eerily quiet ER.


TAMC - Inpatient VA Psychiatric Ward, Outside Patient Room 410 SSgt Dennis Hurley.

"The code's been announced Agent Perry, and the security personnel have been notified and are on their way up here." The head nurse of the VA psychiatric ward informs Isaac.

"Okay, good everyone knows what to do. The less hospital personnel in our way the easier it is to do our jobs." Perry looks to his three Agents and points to Havika and Brianna. "You two go down to the security office and see if you can't find any footage of our man. He can't have gotten too far."

"Sergeant Lukela is on his way with uniforms and SWAT, SWAT'll be posted up at every entrance and exit. The uniforms will help us canvas the hospital." Havika informs Perry before he and Brianna head off down to the security office on the first floor.

"Alright Carson lets put that brilliant mind of yours to work. We need to start searching, this floor, see who came in and out of SSgt Hurley's room in the last thirty-five to forty minutes."

Isaac knows that the killer is a professional and he won't stay near the scene of the crime. Meaning he won't stay on this floor he'll want to get out as fast as he can. He'll also be smart about it too. Which leaves Isaac and Evan the whole inpatient VA psychiatric ward to themselves to freely investigate.


Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.

"I'm glad Agent McGarrett is on our side. He's one scary man when he wants to be." Tani remarks.

"Tani we can't speculate we have no idea who messed up that guy's face." Junior tells her.

"Well neither Agent Santiago or Agent Lahele came in with blood on them, that only leaves two people, Sullivan or McGarrett."

"There's no speculating needed that was Scott, this video proves it." Steve says coming out of his office with Danny by his side. Adam and Lou were down by the rendition room where Agent Santiago and Agent Lahele were interrogating their person of interest.

Steve is carrying his Windows 10 tablet with him and hits a few keystrokes and pulls up a YouTube video on the big screen in the office. It's clearly taken with a phone but a high definition camera at that. Steve and Danny have been in the former's office watching the YouTube videos of the #Hot Feds and Hot Fed Kissing since they came online. Steve hits play on the #Hot Feds video.

It starts and there's clearly a phone being pointed in Lane and Scott's direction and Steve hits the volume on the screen.

"Yes, he's still looking. And now he'll really be looking." Scott says and he pulls both of his t-shirts off over his head being mindful of his casted left arm.

Scott flexes openly and makes his pecs do a little dance. Lane comes back to the table with their drinks and sees the back of his partner's well, naked and muscular back. His sinewy shoulders moving as he flexes his right bicep. "Tryin' to give all of Waikiki a show are you babe? I thought I was the only one who got to see you shirtless?" Lane questions, as he puts the drinks down.

Scott chuckles and pulls Lane down onto the bench seat with him. "Oh, you see me more than just shirtless, Laney."

Lane leans over to Scott and pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

Danny and Steve hadn't torn their eyes away from the screen and neither have Tani and Junior but for different reasons.

"Agent Sullivan just kissed your brother, boss." Tani says after a beat of silence.

"And your brother looked like he enjoyed it, like he wasn't acting."

Danny puts a finger up to his lips and shhs the two younger members of Five-0. "Shhh it gets better."

Onscreen Scott shirtless eyes their person of interest and then ends up tackling him to the ground.

"Why are you following us huh?" Scott asks and he's seen getting down to the guy's level, Lane having turned the guy over so he's sitting with his hands cuffed behind his back. Lane is seen with quite a murderous look on his face as if he's daring the guy to move.

"I ain't saying shit to you, you faggot pig." The man snarls.

"I look like a cop to you shit for brains." Scott growls in the man's ear.

The man spits in Scott's face, "Go suck a dick you cock loving ass muncher."

The video ends there, and Steve hits cancel before the next video can play and it's a very different thumbnail two men in a compromising position.

"He really did a number on that guy for sure." Tani says.

"You can come out and say it Tani, we're going to be working with them for the foreseeable future." Steve tells her.

"Your brother's gay." Tani blurts out.

Steve actually laughs at that, once he's got himself under control again he speaks up. "Actually, he's not he's bi has been since he had his first boyfriend back at the Army and Navy Academy."

"But his wife, Brooke..." Junior starts.

"He hasn't told me, but I know they've been having issues since he told her two years ago. He loves her, he just not in love with her." Steve explains.

"So, him beating the crap out of that guy..." Tani tries before Steve cuts her off.

"No, that, that was something completely different and much more personal, more than just some homophobic assholes reaction to Sullivan and Scott kissing."

Danny tries to get them all back on track before they go further down the rabbit hole that is Scott's sexuality. "Have the Agents got anywhere with shady camera guy yet? They've been down there a while?"

"Let's go see if they've gotten any answers out of this scumbag." Steve answers and the four of them walk down to the rendition room. Halfway down the hall Danny gets a call from a number he doesn't recognize this time he answers it on the first ring.

"Hello Detective Williams speaking."

"Detective Williams glad I was able to reach you I couldn't get to your partner I was worried."

"Who is this? Who am I speaking to?"

"Oh, sorry Detective this is Special Agent Isaac Perry with NCIS, I'm Scott's unit chief. You'll have to forgive my forwardness, but there's an emerging situation at the hospital and I need my Agents back within my sights asap, I'm also requesting your and the Commander's assistance to help with the search."

"Search? What exactly is going on over there?" Danny asks.

"Like I said it's emerging situation and I don't want to tell you over the phone, Detective just get here with your team as fast as possible."

"We'll be there shortly."

"Don't worry about getting in SWAT's already been notified and will let you in when you arrive. I have to go now Detective."

Danny ends the call, and turns to Steve. "There's a situation over at Tripler, the MCRT need our help and the unit chief Agent Perry wants Santiago and Lahele back with him."

"Well let's go than come on." Steve beckons already punching in the override code to the rendition room where Adam, Lou, Jackson, and Kali are with the latter pair's person of interest.

"Sorry to break up this little meet and greet but your boss wants you back over at Tripler pronto." Danny motions to the Agents in the room.

Their person of interest just smiles wickedly. "What do you know that you aren't telling us?" Kali asks with a certain steel in her voice.

"Oh, you'll see I just hope everyone especially that leader of yours makes it out alive."

Steve walks the short distance from the door to the center of the room where the lone metal chair sits. And Caucasian man in his mid-thirties sits handcuffed to the chair. Steve brings his right fist back and clocks the guy in his already bloody and marred face opening up fresh wounds. If not for the chair being bolted to the ground the man would have fallen out of it.

"So, it is true you are related. This'll be fun, you better watch yourself the next few days Commander." The man sneers and spits out blood onto the ground. Showing off his bloodied teeth.

Steve addresses Adam and Lou who are in the room, with the Agents as well. "Adam, Lou see what else you can get out of him. A location, anything else useful. We've got to go."

Lou in a rare display of anger at the scumbag in front of him cracks his knuckles. "With pleasure, Chief." Lou replies a wry smile on his face.

The group of six law enforcement members leave Adam and Lou to finish the job with the person of interest. The group swiftly walk back through the halls of Five-0. Jackson gives Kali and look behind the other's back.

A look that says, 'This is bad, this is really bad, just what we needed now.'


TAMC - Inpatient VA Psychiatric Ward - Conference Room, Moanalua, Oahu.

"Approximately thirty-five minutes this man." Agent Perry says as he points to a cork board picture. "Was seen entering Staff Sergeant Hurley's room. And five minutes later he walks out pretty as you please leaving, a dead Staff Sergeant in his wake."

As acting incident commander, it's Agent Perry's job to inform all those assembled of the information they have on their suspect.

"He's a professional hit man, as confirmed by Agent Seeger, here. Agent Seeger." Agent Kamaka gestures to the young brunette Agent.

"Thank you Agent Kamaka." Seeger takes up the talking point easily. "The unsub that's unknown subject for those of you non-feds is by the footage seen, a Caucasian male in his early thirties, wearing a black hoodie embroidered with US Navy, SEAL Team 5 and the SEAL trident in the middle, and black snapback ball camp and dark wash jeans."

"You don't think he's baiting us do you Agent McGarrett?" Agent Kamaka asks his friend.

"He's showing us who his target is. Who he's going after next." Agent Sullivan remarks.

"Would you mind clueing the rest of us in here Agents?" Agent Perry asks.

"We need to find this man, whoever he is and find him fast." Scott says not giving much away but Havika and Lane know exactly what Scott is saying. "He's making this personal now."

"You heard the Agents, we've got 555,000 square feet of hospital to cover. That's 9 floors with two wings each, groups of four than pair off into twos." Steve takes point now turning to hospital security guards and HPD uniforms. "If you see the unsub do not engage he's deemed armed and highly dangerous you radio back up, which is myself, Agent Perry, or Agent Sullivan."

"Let's move out people time is of the essence." Agent Perry calls to everyone in the room. With those instructions, everyone moves out of the room with their given floor assignment and wing. The search is on.


TAMC- Pulmonary Department, 4th Floor A Wing, 1900 Hours, Moanalua, Oahu.

The two senior members of the CRT are walking down the pulmonary department checking all the open area spaces of the floor. No sign of their guy whatsoever so far.

"So, Lane you really think he's trying to tell us who his next target is." Scott asks rather conversationally trying to keep his tone light. Like he asking what his friend's going to have for dinner tonight.

"That hoodie he's wearing is customized from a site called , I highly doubt he's really one of us. People don't do things without reason, you know that."

"He's a professional like Seeger said he's smart he doesn't do things half assed. There's only four of us left from our Team days, and three of us are in this hospital right now."

"Call him, call Pacheco."

"I'm gonna call Pacheco." Scott confirms and holsters his weapon for right now and is about to take his phone out when it starts ringing. "Huh speak of the devil." Scott shows Lane his phone the caller, a picture of their friend and Team member Tony his smiling Italian face looking back at him.

Scott thumbs the green accept button. "Hey Tonio long time no call bro." Scott greets.

"Good evening Agent McGarrett, do you know where your friend Pacheco is? It'd be a real shame if he didn't make his plane."

Scott's blood runs cold he almost drops his phone. Lane looks up at Scott at the pale expression on his friends face. Scott mouths, 'It's him, it's shooter.'

"Who are you, what do you want you son of a bitch?"

"Now now Agent temper temper, that's a nasty broken arm your son has. It'd be a real tragedy if anything happened to your other boys. Mom and Dad away, in the house all alone by themselves."

"I swear if you touch even a hair on any of them, there won't be a hole far enough away where you can hide from me. I'll kill you understand me."

"Oh Scottie, Scottie Scottie, you and I'll be seeing each other real soon. Now I've got to go can't have you tracking me, goodbye Agent." The line goes dead, and Scott is standing there in the middle of the hall, Lane looking at him helplessly. Of course, only hearing one side of the conversation, and even from that one side it didn't sound good at all.

"We need to regroup with the others." Scott tells Lane, hitting speed dial one for Steve's number. Steve picks up right away he and Danny are two floors up on the Medical floor. Steve trying to calm a panicking Danny.

"Steve it's me, I just got a call from the shooter, he masked his number, as Pacheco's so I'd pick up. He asked me if I knew where Tony was. He's supposed to be getting on a plane bound for Honolulu tomorrow. Than he mentioned Wyatt and his broken arm."

"Danny received a similar call talking about if he knew where his precious children were at this time at night, he's not doing so well now you know how he is."

Scott ran his left arm down his face as best he could. The rough feeling of the cast hurt a bit. Meant he's really awake and this nightmare of a day is really happening. "Gather everyone else up gather the security guards and meet back up on the psychiatric ward we need to compare notes."

"Copy that Agent McGarrett." Steve barely keeping his own concealed emotion from transpiring events under control.

Scott hangs up and he and Lane head back to the VA psychiatric ward.


TAMC - Inpatient VA Psychiatric Ward - Conference Room, 1922 Hours, Moanalua, Oahu.

It's been five and a half hours, that the hospital's been on lockdown. Five and a half hours it took to search the whole hospital for their murder suspect. The whole time he hasn't even been in the same proximity of the hospital. Five and a half-wasted hours.

The whole conference is an uproar of noise. Agent Perry being the man that he his and the hour that is, stands up the front top end of the table and whistles to get everyone's attention.

"Now that I have your attention everyone, the first thing we need to do now that it's been confirmed and established the suspect is no longer in the hospital or on post, we need to notify hospital administration to lift the lockdown."

"I can do that right away sir." The head security guard tells Perry. A few minutes later they all hear over the PA system three times.

Emergency Code Silver: All Clear

Emergency Code Silver: All Clear

Emergency Code Silver: All Clear

Scott's phone chimes with a text from Brooke. 'All clear u okay?

Scott hates lying to Brooke but he didn't want to worry her. He could handle this, by himself just fine. No need to worry her about something that may not even be true. He'd get a few HPD undercovers sent over to sit on his house just in case. He texts Brooke back. 'All good here think I'll be even b home for dinner.'

He doesn't get a text back after that. He figures she's caught up in her work down in the ER.

"Ahem Agent McGarrett care to refocus that attention or do I have to take your phone away." Agent Perry reprimands his Agent.

"No sorry Agent Perry, you were saying."

"I was saying everyone that got a call from our supposed shooter should play back the calls on speaker so we see if they're the same person or not."

"I can have Jerry back Five-0 see if he can find out where the calls were coming from. And we can go from there. It's at least a start in identifying the guy."

"That's much-appreciated Commander. Now who got a call?" Agent Perry asks.

Danny, Jackson, Scott and Brianna raise their hands. The four affected persons get out their phones and no matter how damaging the call is personal information wise, Perry orders them to play the messages on speaker for them all to hear.

Just hearing the calls played back over and over several times is clearly affecting those all in the room. Jerry calls Steve back with the news and it's not good news they were hoping for.

"The calls weren't made in any particular order, Danny, Agent Seeger, Agent Santiago, and Scott. There's no significance that I can pick out. The calls were all made from one burner phone right after the other. Then the phone is tossed away after he made the last call to Scott. I'm sorry I can't be of more help right now Commander."

"That's alright Jerry thanks for the information anyway." Steve hits the end call button on his phone.

"So, we have no idea whether or not this psycho is really watching our kids, Agent Santiago's brother, Scott's friends, or Brianna's father?" Danny sums up. "And he could be anywhere on the island."

"He can't be right? At least when it comes to, Grace and Charlie and my boys. He can't be in two places at once. They're at Rachael's tonight right. I was gonna call up Duke and have him send over an undercover unit to sit on my house, you could do the same Danny. Jackson, you too if you want."

"And what about Brianna's father?" Evan asks innocently.

"Her dad's as protected as he can be 24 hours a day 7 days a week round the clock. Heck he's more protected than any of us'll be." Jackson remarks.

"Why what'd you mean Agent Santiago?" Evan asks.

Brianna doesn't answer so Havika answers for her. "Her father's got an indefinite stay at the lovely Halawa Correctional Facility." Havika responds deadpan.

"Your father's in prison?" Evan queries.

Brianna knows this would come up eventually, just not know in a case like this. "Yes, he is. Any other questions?"

Nobody asks or says anything else to the fiery brunette NCIS Agent. Clearly her father is a sore or touchy subject. And only the two team leads of the unit know the full details. It's a requirement. A need to know, they needed to know at the time. And know everyone in this room knows of her criminal connections. It's not like she's the only one though.

Scott goes to stand up from his seat at the round table. "Okay since there's clearly nothing more we can do here at the moment, why do we all head..." Scott sways on his feet slightly and falls to the carpeted floor unconscious.

Scott...! Agent McGarrett...!" Several voices in the room call out. All Scott sees is a shadowy black figure standing over him.


TAMC - Medical Ward 5th Floor C Wing, 1955 Hours, Patient Room 503, Moanalua, Oahu.

Scott slowly blinks his eyes open and turns his head to the right and his eyes meet the tired hazel ones of his partner Lane.

"Hey sleeping beauty you're awake bout time." Lane proclaims in a loud whisper.

Scott looks around the room, and he realizes he's in a patient, hospital room at Tripler. Oh, so passing out in the conference wasn't a dream. It really happened.

He looks down to the crook of his right arm and there's an intravenous drip there. He looks up, over his shoulder slightly and sees the two bags a quarter empty of fluid hanging from a metal pole. He reaches up with his right hand and touches his nose and yep there it is the nasogastric tube in his nose feeding him nutrients directly into his stomach.

"You good now you've given yourself a once over, huh." Lane remarks.

"Shut up." Scott rebukes half-heartedly. "I'm pretty sure I know what happened, but just humor me."

"Your blood sugar tanked real low like 32 man, you hadn't eaten since lunch nor taken your meds and you were a bit dehydrated according Dr. Carson. Also Dr. Coulter your kidney doc came in gave you a once over and ran some tests. You know make sure you didn't damage MY only kidney."

"Hey, I resent that tone, I am not Steve I treat my donated organs as they should be. I take my meds when I'm supposed to, today notwithstanding of course."

"Yeah, okay okay, Brooke also came up while you were getting your beauty sleep, she was really worried about you. She also told me to you that she's working through the night tonight and won't be home until noon tomorrow."

"See it's not always me who can't make it to dinner. Speaking of making it places did you call Tony and tell him to cancel his flight? And check on the boys."

Lane makes a big gesture with his hands, "What do I look like your secretary Master Chief." Than Lane with a smile creasing his lips, says, "Yes, and yes Tony wasn't happy about it, but he accepted it, and the boys are all okay, there was no sign whatsoever that someone had even been there. Turns out our shooter was bluffing and bluffing about Danny's kids too. They're both fine."

"That's good, we don't need Grace and Charlie getting tangled in this mess."

"That's for sure, but Danny picked both of them up from Rachael's and took them back to his and Steve's. He told Charlie he missed him, and he wanted to have a sleepover."

"I bet Charlie loved that a sleepover with his Danno on a Monday night. Okay so Danny's with his kids, where's Steve?"

"Steve's at Five-0 HQ, or at least that's what he told me, about 30 minutes ago, Jackson's called his brother Eddie he's fine too. Kali went home shortly after Jackson, and Seeger went to see her old man."

"Everyone is accounted for good."

"Now I really don't want to end up eating hospital food, so I'm going to let the nurse know you're awake now and we can get you discharged soon."

"Sounds awesome."


Scott is discharged from the hospital shortly after he wakes up with instructions to resume his normal medication intake tomorrow morning. Since Lane and Scott had taken an Uber to get to Tripler in the first place from Kamekona's that afternoon they took an Uber again. To their surprise, it's the same Uber driver they had that afternoon.

So, Scott gets his shirts back and he unabashedly strips out of the light blue scrub top and into his burgundy form fitting crew neck t-shirt in the back seat of the Uber. Giving their young driver an eye full of tanned toned smooth hairless tattooed chest. It's a miracle they were at red light when Scott decides to strip and they don't crash.

Lane gives the Uber driver, Aaron the address of the NCIS field office and that's where he drops them off at once they get through the gate. Scott winks at Aaron as he and Lane get out of the Uber with Kamekona's red shrimp truck t-shirt this time and wave back to him.

"You just had to give him a show didn't you." Lane states shaking his head at his friend as they walk through the parking lot by the office.

"He's a nice guy, and I wanted to thank him."

"Uh huh come on let's go get our go bags and then I'm dumping your ass at home."

"Ahh Laney I thought you'd come out with me. I need a drink after the day we've had don't you think?"

The two walk over to the spot where Jackson parked the work truck and they pop the tailgate. "That's the last thing I need right now."

Scott hops up into the bed of the truck and opens their tactical tool box holding their two go bags. He grabs them out and tosses Lane's to him. He hears an oomph where the bag connected with his friend's chest. He grabs his own bag out of the compartment, and shuts it again, hopping over the side of the truck. Lane shuts the tailgate and the two walk, over to what Scott calls Lane's single guy car, it's a total chick magnet, or dude magnet too, a silver Dodge Challenger SRT hellcat.

Nobody would think a guy with five kids would have a car like that. Scott agrees too, then again his car collection is a pretty impressive one to. What with three teenagers of legal driving age, he and Brooke had to buy at least two cars between, Tristan, Jake, and Cooper. They have five cars in total between them.

Lane hops into the driver side of his car as Scott gets into the passenger seat and they're headed off the base. It's only 8pm, on a Monday night still fairly early in Scott's eyes and after the day he's had he needs time to end wind. So, he sends a group text to his sons telling them that he's stopping by the house to change and then he's headed out for the night, and to not wait up for him.

"I think we need a drink, and some chill time don't you Lane?" Scott asks conversationally.

"Yeah, beers and a hockey game. I think the LA Kings are playing."

"Nah, man I'm thinking we go out, have a little fun if you know what I mean." Scott wiggles his eyebrows.

At a red light, Lane turns to his friend. "Dude we're not twenty anymore we can't go out and party all night. We've got responsibilities."

"I don't see you with any responsibilities tonight or the next two weeks, weren't you complaining to me yesterday that Laurie's taken the kids on a two-week vacation to Maui."

"It's so unfair. She can't do this." Lane says. Then he huffs out a breath, "Okay, fine we'll go but only for a few hours."

Scott whoops his arms in the air like a little kid. "I knew you felt something this afternoon."

"I felt something alright, and I guess it beats sitting in my house all by myself bored out of my mind."

"There we go, now let's swing by Five-0 and pick up Steve. I bet you twenty bucks he's still there."

"Where you gonna get money to dude."

"You of course duh. Come on turn around." Lane does so sharply and narrowly misses cutting off another driver. Scott slams roughly into the passenger side door. "Hey yo watch it you tryin' to give me another concussion."

Fifteen minutes later the duo arrive at the Iolani Palace and security does indeed to them that the Commander is still up in his office and he hasn't been down since he went up forty minutes ago.


Iolani Palace - Five-0 Headquarters - Steve's Office. 2047 Hours. Honolulu, Oahu.

Scott knocks on the door of his brother's office and he's practically bouncing on his toes like an excited child.

"Come in." Steve calls not seeing who is at his office at this hour. It couldn't be Danny he's back at the house with Grace and Charlie. Lane and Scott walk into the latter's brother's office. "Oh, hey Scott, Lane what's up?"

Scott puts his hands on his hips as best he can, with his left arm in a cast, "Do you have any idea what time it is? What are you still doing here anyway? Come on no time to talk big bro, you me and Lane here are going out, I deem it mandatory for our mental and sexual health."

Steve stands up from his desk already grabbing his wallet, phone and keys. "Okay, how much caffeine as he had already?" Steve asks looking toward the younger blond haired man.

"None this is just him, being excited, he's been like this since I said yes in the car. Where do you want to go Scott?" Lane asks as he turns to Steve. "I have no idea where he's getting this energy from."

"Bacchus Waikiki." Scott replies simply.

"I'm good with that. Are you Lane?" Steve asks as the trio walks out of Steve's office after he's locked up.

"It's the only place close enough to all three us to where it's not a total drag to drive home and then there." Lane replies.


Lane drops Scott off at his house to get ready and then heads on over down two streets to his house, his empty house. Yeah it is pretty damn depressing even without his kids here, even at this time of night. Even if it was just the older two kids Logan and Paige it would be bearable, but no Laurie had to drag both of them and his younger kids off to Maui for the next two weeks. She'd texted him saying that she'd figure out visitation when she gets back.

He doesn't know how okay he is with that it doesn't seem fair to him he loses out on two weeks with his kids. Any way that's pushed out of his mind it may be Monday night, but it's been a stressful, long, enduring day. The worst part is probably when he and Kali went to Mrs. Hurley's house and had to make the notification call about her husband. That is by far the part of his job that he hates the most, he and everyone else that's had the task of doing such a thing. The looks on those kids faces forever etched in his mind.

Shaking his head to clear it, he takes about the quickest shower ever, dries off and gets dressed. He picks out an outfit that would do his oldest son proud. He gets dressed in a nice pair of khaki chinos, and a light pink patterned with black diamonds button down short sleeve shirt and black vans, skater shoes. He likes to be comfortable when he goes out so sue him. He spikes up his hair at the front, dabs on some cologne and puts on deodorant and then he's out the door again to Scott's house.


Steve leaves a note for Danny on his side of the bed for when his husband undoubtedly rolls over to seek warmth from his space heater of a body. It's summer, but Danny always runs slightly cooler and likes to cuddle with Steve at night which Steve doesn't mind. He won't admit to Danny but he's a cuddle bunny, an octopus really and will latch onto Danny or whoever his bed partner is. Though in the last two and a half years it's only been Danny. With the occasional night at Scott's when Brooke isn't home and Scott's had a bad nightmare. Instead of calling his partner who lives not two streets down from Scott. No, he calls big brother it's like they're kids again and Scott's afraid of the dark or the boogeyman. Steve goes regardless and every time no matter what the time or what he may or may not have been doing because it's what brothers do.


Lane and Scott arrive at Bacchus Waikiki, Honolulu's friendliest neighborhood gay bar some thirty or so minutes after leaving Scott's house, the man was having a serious wardrobe malfunction. He couldn't decide what to wear so in the end he had Lane pick out an outfit for him, he knows his friend had good taste and wouldn't let him go out looking unattractive.


Bacchus Waikiki, 408 Lewers St, Honolulu, HI

Bacchus Waikiki is probably Lane's favorite bar in Honolulu because of the relaxed chill nature of the place. It reminds him of a few of the bars back in LA, he and Scott would crawl from time to time. They've become regulars at Bacchus now over the years and the duo make a beeline for the bar where they see Steve's side profile talking to one of the bartenders, Luke it looks like and laughing.

"Bout time you two got here, Scottie Lane, this is Luke. Luke this is Scottie my brother and his work partner Lane." Steve introduces both of them to the tanned athletically built man with black facial hair and clear Hawaiian descent.

"It's Scott, not Scottie. How are you tonight Luke, is Joey working tonight?" Scott asks.

Luke puts his hand to his chin in thought. "Yes, yes he is any particular reason why?"

"Oh, just wanted to know if he'd seen another customer in here tonight?"

"I'll let him know you're looking for him. In the meantime, what'll it be guys?" Luke asks with a smile towards Lane and Scott. Steve nursing a Longboard in his hand already.

Now Scott gets a smile on his own on his face. "I'll have an Adios mother fucker cocktail please."

Lane's eyes bulge out of his head and Luke the bartender just laughs. "Yeah that's about the reaction we get whenever someone orders that drink. It is really good."

"And one of my favorites." Scott supplies.

"What'll it be for you?" Luke asks Lane.

"I'll take a Longboard beer please." Lane answers simply. Scott throws his head back, and sighs shaking it.

"Boring you two are boring beers, we can get beers anywhere. You should be more adventurous try something new."

Luke passes over Scott's drink and he takes a sip. "Now this, this is a drink. Come on loosen up you two have a little fun enjoy the music the company."

Steve's only sticking to one beer for the night he has to drive home at whatever time that'll be, probably at whatever time Scott wants to leave. But he's going back with Lane so it shouldn't really matter. He could easily slip out and head back home if he wanted to. But the games on so Steve decides to sit at the bar and watch the game.

Lane gets pulled away from the bar by some young thing who recognized him from the Instagram account and YouTube videos. He guessed maybe people taking their pictures and throwing them up on social media wasn't so bad. I mean if he ends up going home and getting laid he'll be a happy guy.

Scott on the other hand makes a beeline for another bartender Adios Mother fucker drink in hand still. "Hi Jeremy, how are you this fine evening?"

"I'm doing well thanks, I saw you and your friend on YouTube stripping in Waikiki this afternoon. Pretty hot stuff any guy would be lucky to have either of you. What happened to your arm? By the way?"

"Explosion at work, I got thrown back into a door and fell down."

"Ouch that must've hurt. If you're looking for your special friend he's right over there." Jeremy points to a cluster of booths at the far end of the room. Scott's smile widens. Scott thanks Jeremy and leaves in the direction on his intended target.


A short stocky man with a light tan to his complexion wearing a white and blue short sleeved Henley and black Dickies sits alone with a decent sized Pastrami pizza in front of him. He didn't want to go out tonight, but his co-workers insisted he hadn't been out in a while. His fifteen-year-old son also insisted and maybe even on the hopes of seeing his special friend tonight.

As the man is turning to get up out of the booth and get another cranberry limeade his eyes land on a tall athletic man wearing a charcoal and olive colored short sleeve slim fit Henley t-shirt. His left forearm in a navy-blue cast, with white writing on the cast and smile on his face. Smiling directly at him. As the man with the cast gets closer, he waves with his left arm to the shorter man. His right holding a light blue colored drink.

"Hey Jeff fancy seeing you here." Scott greets with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Hi, hi, Scott." Jeff greets back smiling slowly. Now the two men are standing within feet of each other. "I'm just going to get another drink you can sit down my tables right over there." Jeff points to the table a few feet away.

"No, I'll get it for you here take this." Scott hands Jeff his own drink to take back to the table. "My treat." Before Jeff has any time to protest or decline Scott's turned back around and walking off back to the bar. Jeff walks back to his table Scott's drink in hand and sets it down on the table opposite him, and the barely touched pastrami pizza.

Jeff doesn't have long to make sure he looks okay and his shirts on straight and his hair is okay looking. He checks his phone camera for anything in his teeth, before Scott's walking back over with a cranberry limeade in his hand. He sets it down in front of Jeff and slides into the booth seat opposite him, taking a sip of his own drink.

Jeff's the first to break the ice between the two of them, "I'm surprised to see you here and on a Monday, you usually come in on a Friday or the weekend." Jeff starts.

Scott rubs the back of his neck with his left hand out of habit, forgetting the cast on it and pulls it back down. The plaster of the cast scratching his neck no doubt leaving marks. "Yeah, you could say it's been one of those days."

"I think you and I have very different definitions of 'one of those days' given how different our jobs are."

"You're absolutely right." Scott not wanting to really catalogue or categorize the events of his day from start to finish tries switching topics. "Seen any funny cat videos lately?"

Jeff gets his phone out of his right pants pocket and pulls up YouTube. "You could say I saw a very interesting video today."

Scott gulps visibly, but tries not to show any more apprehension, than he's already feeling. He takes a slice of the pastrami pizza and bites into it. "This is really good pizza." Scott comments once he's swallowed what he's chewing. "You should try it Jeff."

"I'm not so hungry anymore." Jeff says. "Clearly, I'm not enough for you, not really your type." Jeff hits play on the video, and shows it to Scott.

Shit it's the one of Lane and I kissing, dammit Santiago I thought you'd taken all those down. Scott thinks.

"Look Jeff it's not what you think, honest we were trying to provoke a reaction out of person of interest, this was the only way."

"By locking lips with your straight partner." Jeff exclaims.

Scott looks around the room at the rest of the bar a few patrons have turned their heads in their direction.

"Listen Jeff, my partner's not straight, he's gay." That's obviously not the right thing to say because Jeff throws his hands up in the air in exasperated way. "No, no wait listen please, Lane's gay, but he's not into me and I'm not into him trust me, it'd be like dating my brother, in more ways than one and that's just not, no way. Please believe me." Scott begs pleading with his big blue hazel eyes, boring into Jeff's cerulean almond shaped ones.

"Oh, really." Jeff says with still too much heat in his tone for Scott's liking. "What about this one huh?" Jeff pulls up another video the thumbnail clearly shows Scott straddling the back of their person of interest.

The universe clearly hates him at this point. Jeff hits play on the video and Scott's own voice comes out of the speakers from the phone.

"I look like a faggot cop to you shit for brains." Scott growls in the man's ear.

The man spits in Scott's face, "Go suck a dick you cock loving ass muncher."

The video is shorter and stops just after the man's response. Jeff stops the next video from playing by hitting cancel. Jeff looks up into Scott's eyes a mixture of hurt and betrayal in his eyes. Scott can see how this video looks and how it can be misconstrued.

"Am I just a joke to you an experiment, to see what's it's like? See how the other lives, what a being a faggot is like?" Jeff's words and questions tumble out before he can stop them.

"What? No, never. That guy's reaction to me straddling him was a further reaction to him seeing Lane and I kiss, we had to make it look real to draw him out."

"But...but what he said, what you said." Jeff's getting more emotional every time he speaks the start of tears forming in his eyes.

Scott takes out his phone now and pulls up the full video that he had Jackson save for him and send to him. Before Jackson took down all the videos and still picture collages on the site. Scott hits play on his video and let's it play out the whole three minutes. He stops it when it finishes and looks up at Jeff for his reaction.

"That scumbag deserved and a lot more than what I gave him, but we had an audience Lane had to pull me off, we needed him to interrogate him." Scott tells Jeff, but not going any further into the why.

Jeff regathers himself and wipes the unshed tears from his eyes. "So, all that, that was for show you and Lane aren't doing anything together?"

"No, absolutely not like I said it'd be like dating my brother, both of them are not my type, why'd I date a guy just like me, boring."

Jeff is more visibly relaxed now in the booth, and he takes a sip of his drink. "I'm glad you did what you did."

Scott swallows a lump in his throat that formed out of nowhere. "Me, too I did it for you, for Lane, for Russell, everyone in this bar really. I kind of lost it actually."

Jeff grins now, "I'm kind of glad you did. I wish I could be half the man you are." Jeff looks down at the small pouch belly roll he has. He really needs to start working out.

Scott reaches over across the table and clasps both his hands over Jeff's. "Hey Jeff none of that, I like you for you. Stature and a little pudge and all."

"Really you do, you don't think I look like the Pillsbury dough boy?"

"Far from it babe, in fact I'd like to see a lot more of you, naked and in my bed." Scott says boldly. Jeff licks his suddenly dry lips, and shifts in his seat. "I'm gonna go get a box for that pizza." Scott scoots out of the booth and stands up. "And tell my brother I'm leaving, so he doesn't freak out on me."

"Oh, okay I'll be right here." Jeff replies as he watches Scott leave and man does he hate to see him go, but he loves to watch him leave. That ass in those jeans should be illegal. Jeff opens his messages app on his phone and texts his son, that he won't be home tonight.

Jeff: Won't be home 2night don't wait up

A few minutes later he gets a text back.

Dominic: Kay dad, have fun ;)

Seconds later, another text chimes through Jeff's phone.

Dominic sends an eggplant emoji peach emoji and then another eggplant emoji with water droplet emoji's at the end of it.

Dominic: Gonna get that 'd' dad?

Jeff: DOMINIC VINCE

Now Jeff's no blushing virgin, but getting those kinds of texts from his son is sending chills down his spine. At the texts implications of what his son thinks his dad's special friend is going to do to him.

Jeff: In bed by 11:30 pm at the latest. Good night son.

Dominic: Goodnight dad, luv u heart emoji

Scott's got the box for the pizza, and he sees Steve still at the bar, but he hasn't seen Lane in hours.

"Hey Steve, I'm headed off, just wanted to let you know so you didn't freak out."

Steve drains the last of his what is this his fourth fifth club soda with cranberry juice and belches. "Excuse me." He excuses himself. "Okay, I'm guessing you have a ride?" Steve asks with a knowing look.

"Yes, I do Steve. Don't ask me to text you when I get home huh, I'm not a teenager anymore." Scott says seriously.

Steve laughs, "Am I ever gonna meet this friend of yours, I mean I've never been there when you actually go off with him how do I know he's real huh."

"Oh, haha you're hilarious oh look here he comes." Scott spots Jeff moving through the throng of people up to the bar with a box in his hand a pizza shaped box.

"I got tired of waiting sorry, got the pizza all boxed up you ready to go?" Jeff asks Scott.

"Yep, just saying goodbye to my brother here." If Jeff thought Scott dwarfed him in size then Scott's brother did doubly. Even sitting down, he seemed taller.

"I'm Steve, Steve McGarrett you must be Scott's friend, it's nice to meet you." Steve greets giving the shorter chestnut brown haired man a once over. He's even shorter than Danny by at least two inches and he has a bit of a belly on him. What Scott would call a healthy pudge of fat around his middle. It's not, not attractive. His brother did have a type.

"Commander, it's...it's nice to...to meet you." Jeff stutters out nervously. He'd never been good at meeting his partner's relatives or family or friends of importance. None of them had ever been as important or a big name of the one and only Lt Cmdr. Steve McGarrett head of the Five-0 task force. And know Jeff knows Scott's last name. Scott McGarrett, he likes it.

"Alright Steve enough of the big brother routine, I think you've scared him enough. See this is why I hated telling you about guys I'd met. You do this."

"What...do what I'm allowed to be interested in the guy my baby bro is hooking up with multiple times by my count."

Jeff is standing there absolutely not knowing what to say or do. Scott knows though thankfully. "Okay Steve, seriously enough." Then he reaches out a hand for Steve's keys. "I need a house key, I know you have one of mine. I left my key ring in Lane's Hellcat, and he's left already, with that blond twink I saw him with earlier."

Steve takes off a house key from his key ring and hands it to his brother which Scott pockets, but doesn't take the rest of the key ring. Then it dawns on Jeff belatedly, Scott's been told by his doctor most likely that he can't drive with his arm in a cast. He needs someone to drive him.

It's a good thing Jeff drove himself, in his 2019 forest green Jeep Gladiator, it was part truck part Jeep and he loved it. He'd be driving Scott in it back to his house wherever that was. Now he was getting nervous again. Breathe Jeff you got this. Whenever they've hooked up before it was never at either of their houses, always at a hotel, or a make out session at night in the park or on the beach.

"Thanks Steve, love you man see yah." Scott waves and then he's pulling Jeff by his t-shirt sleeve through and out of the bar into the parking lot. Before his brother can say anything else to further embarrass him.

"Guess I'll pay the tab this time." Steve gets out his wallet and calls over Luke the bartender pays his and his brother's tabs and then leaves the bar. Headed for home, to Danny.

The drive from the bar to Scott's house is a long one and it's absolute torture for the both of them. Scott can barely speak aside from giving out directions of left here, right there, keep straight. Whenever they're at a stoplight Jeff eyes Scott's bulge in his jeans. Jeff can't stop thinking about how he wants to wrap his lips around the head and show him a really good time. Twenty-five minutes later Jeff is pulling up to a two-story house in Ewa Beach, the same exact neighborhood where he lives. Huh small world, hard to believe they've been doing this little song and dance two months and neither gave out this information to the other.


Scott McGarrett Residence, Ewa Beach Neighborhood, 2213 Hours. Oahu.

Scott is fumbling with the key in his right pocket as he's trying to get it out and keep kissing Jeff at the same time. God it's been a long time since he's had these lips on his. He finally gets the key Steve gave him out and pushes into lock the tumblers twisting and turning unlocking the door. The two break a part briefly to kick off their shoes at the door. Scott breaks the kiss longer to bend down and align their shoes with the rest of them, and then it back to kissing and pushing Jeff lightly backwards through his front door.

Scott and Jeff standing in the entryway of the former's house listening intently for any noise upstairs, and throughout the house.

Scott pulls back Jeff for minute both their lips red wet and swollen. "I want your mouth on me now." Scott demands his voice huskier with lust.

"Patience my sexy Fed. All in good time. I want to make this good for you." Jeff replies his once light blue eyes darkening with lust.

Still within easy embrace of each other Scott pulls Jeff closer flush to his own body feeling the younger man's erection clear through his pants. Scott's own erection evident through his well-worn dark denim jeans.

"I think we're good." Scott whispers into Jeff's ear, the warm air on Jeff's ear causing a full body shudder. "Let's head upstairs."

"Best words I've heard all night." Jeff winks as he's led up the stairs and they turn left towards the end of the hall. Scott totally bypasses the guest room in his eagerness to get Jeff into somewhere private.


Scott McGarrett Residence - Scott's Master bedroom, 2220 Hours. Oahu.

Jeff turns the tables on Scott once they're both inside the bedroom, locking the door behind him. Jeff turns Scott over on his back slamming it into a little harder than he intended into the wall. Scott winces slightly as he left arm hits the wall behind him.

Jeff rushes to ask if Scott's okay. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt your arm, did I?" A look of pure genuine concern of his face.

"No, no just shocked me, I...I like this dominant side of you, keep it up, baby."

That's all the permission Jeff needs. Jeff grins wickedly. "You remember your safe words tell them to me."

"Stoplight system. Green for good to go, Yellow for slow down take a breather, and Red for full stop immediately."

Jeff starts to pepper kisses along Scott's strong jawline. "Good boy, now back on the bed with you get comfortable."

Scott walks the short distance from the door to his bed a certain sashay to his hips. He climbs on his bed on his hands and knees and toes off his socks once he's on his back. Fluffy pillows cushioning his back.

Jeff's stood back just admiring and appreciating the body the man in front of him. They haven't done anything past making out before in the two months they've been together. That's a tough feat in and of itself. Sometimes clothed sometimes not, in Jeff's case. Scott's never taken his shirt off, ever in front of him.

The first-time Jeff has seen Scott shirtless was today in that video and it was his back mostly and a left side profile. Jeff couldn't see honestly what Scott had to be worried about or ashamed of. His body is kept in tip top shape always.

"So, handsome and good looking, I just want to rip those clothes off you."

"Not this shirt it's my good t-shirt. I like it." Scott jokes in an easy tone.

He watches from his spot on the bed as Jeff starts to take off his clothes. First his pants, leaving him in black boxer briefs. Then he makes a show of taking off his own Henley and Scott wolf whistles appreciatively. Scott can see the fine patch of chest hair across Jeff's chest and he likes it, he's always liked chest hair running his hands through lazily or tugging on it lightly when Jeff allows him.

Soon Jeff's half naked in only his boxer briefs and he's looks divine breathtaking. Scott swallows slowly able to see fully the bulge inside Jeff's briefs.

"Like what you see Scott?" Jeff asks smiling.

"Oh yeah, just wish I could touch you properly." Scott lifts his left arm and thumps it back down on the bed.

"S'okay you'll get me back sometime, tonight's all about you Scott. Now arms above your head and keep them there for me okay."

Scott nods. "I need words Scott." Jeff reminds gently.

"Yes, Chef." Scott raises both of his arms above his head and interlocks his fingers like he knows Jeff wants.

"Good, now lift your hips, off with those painfully tight jeans of yours." Scott lifts his hips into a plank like position and Jeff pulls off Scott's jeans and tugs them off his feet. Discarding them somewhere behind him with his own clothes. Jeff sees the light blue seals on Scott's navy blue boxers and chuckles.

"What, what's so funny?" Scott asks.

"Your boxers they have seals on them." Jeff chuckles.

"Birthday present from Lane, he saw them and just had to get them. Got himself a pair too."

"I like them they're cute."

Scott can't help but move his hand down to his crotch and try and grab himself. Jeff slaps the hand away and then slaps Scott's right thigh. Scott moans lowly, the pain feels good.

"No touching you're mine tonight, let me make you feel good. Now arms up above your head and keep...them...there." Jeff punctuates the last three words with light slaps to Scott's covered thighs.

Jeff moves up Scott's body peppering kisses down the other man's neck and collarbone. He pays special attention to the right side of Scott's neck, kissing and sucking lightly at first and then he goes in harder. Scott's groans in pleasure at the feeling.

"Mmm mine, you're mine Scott." Jeff growls deep in this throat.

"Yours Chef, all yours."

Jeff moves down to the hem of Scott's t-shirt and starts lifting it. Scott's breathing quickens and his nails are sure leaving indents into his palms from his grip. Jeff starts lifting higher past Scott's navel, and he shouts out, "Red, red stop." And his right hand shoots out to push his t-shirt back down.

Jeff immediately stops what he's doing and sits up on his haunches and looks back at Scott worry etched in his eyes. "What, what was it Scott talk to me."

Scott breathes heavily deeply on the verge of hyperventilating. "Shirt, my shirt don't want you to take it off. Don't want you to see. S'not pretty." Scott mumbles.

"Okay easy Scott take a deep breath with me, I don't have to remove your shirt. Your shirt can stay on babe." Jeff lightly caresses Scott's exposed right arm.

Scott takes a shuddering breath. He's going to have to take his shirt off one of these days in front of him. Scars are nothing really, it's like Lane said once the scars we have are proof that we survived, that we made it out the other side. Maybe not completely whole but we made it.

"No. I'm good now. May I take off my shirt?"

Jeff still sitting on his haunches nods his head, "Yes you may."

Scott reaches for the hem of his shirt slowly this time drawing it out. Sucking in a breath as his shirt reaches chest height. He whips it off quickly to avoid seeing Jeff's reaction, throwing his shirt to the side off the bed. Scott's hears a sharp intake of breath from down southwards where Jeff is sitting now directly in between Scott's legs.

"Beautiful...gorgeous...handsome." Jeff remarks in between kisses. He kisses each and every one of Scott's scars he can see on his abdomen and chest. One's even scarily close to his heart. Scott despite himself moans and pants at the sensation of wet open lips kissing over his body. Jeff stops up at Scott's left nipple and sucks it hard.

Scott's bucks his hips involuntarily at the feeling. "Sensitive are we, hmm. What about this one." Jeff repeats the process of sucking and pulling, lightly on the right nipple.

"Nnngh, Jeff please." Scott pants. He's been sensitive all afternoon, and evening. He really wants Jeff to go lower, the slow pace is killing him. Jeff's in charge right now, he knows that.

Jeff has a cheekily dark grin on his face looking at Scott all keyed-up arms haven't moved from their spot above his head. "Please what? And to who?"

"Please, suck my dick. Please Chef?" Scott begs his shorter lover. Jeff contemplates the request even puts his hand to chin like he's thinking really hard.

"Nope, not yet." Jeff reaches through the right leg of Scott's boxers and starts stroking his dick lightly. Barely enough to even get him really going and then stops abruptly. Scott whines and moans at that. "Do you have oils?" Jeff asks out of the blue.

Scott opens his eyes again wait when did had he closed them he wonders, and looks down at Jeff. "Lube's in the bottom drawer to my right."

Now Jeff shakes his head, "No oil, massage oil." Jeff finally asks.

"Bottom left side of the drawer to my right."

Jeff gets out from in between Scott's legs and hops off the bed goes to the indicated drawer and pulls it open. When he sees in there are various anal sex toys and other such items that look as if they haven't been used a while. This gives him ideas for next time and they can start exploring together.

Jeff finds the massage oil he wants in the indicated location and brings the bottle back to the bed. "Roll over on your stomach flat arms out to your side, legs closed." Jeff instructs as he watches Scott reposition himself on his stomach. His face cushioned flat into one of the pillows. Though that isn't the only thing squished, his painfully hard dick is pressed in between the sheets. He's feeling all kinds of pressure down there.

If he could just get a hand underneath himself. "Don't even think about it Scottie."

Damn so close. Jeff unscrews the cap of the bottle and squirts a good amount of oil into the palm of his right hand. Then he rubs his hands together until they and the oil get warm. He straddles Scott's legs and leans over his back to start massaging the oil through those strong sinewy shoulders rubbing in an outward position first.

Scott's never been massaged before like ever, so this is a new feeling for him and oh god he doesn't want it to stop. This may be even better than something sexual at this point. Than Jeff runs his oiled-up palms lower into the middle of Scott's back and starts kneading the knots out like he's kneading pie dough. He hears Scott moan aloud.

"That feel good, yeah?" Jeff just gets another series of pleasurable moans and grunts from Scott. Well he must be doing something right then. He never got to do this with other partners, in the past they were all about the sex. Jeff inches lower down slowly as he continues to knead the rub his lover's sides and back. Until he reaches the lower back, he pays special attention there, he knows that's where people carry a lot of tension and stress.

"Oh, right there, yeah. So, feels, m'good." Scott lifts his head a little to speak as his lower back is getting massaged. This feels incredible. Then Jeff moves back up and lightly with open fists taps and chops Scott's shoulder blades going from side to side and up and down.

When he goes down the middle right side of Scott's back in the same motion he hears something like a...what's that sound...like a...no it can't be. Scott is snoring softly in the pillow. He's snoring, into the pillow while Jeff was giving him a massage. Yes, it's meant to be relaxing but damn.

"Scott? You still with me, babe?" No answer, just the feeling of the rise and fall of the other man's chest. "Huh, well damn I didn't know I was that good." Jeff sounds amused. He is this has never happened before. This is a true testament to how tired Scott must really be if he falls asleep before Jeff can even get to the really good part.

Jeff swings his right leg back off Scott to get off the bed. He stands up just looking at his sleeping partner. Yeah, yeah this is definitely more than just a simple hook up. A hook up does not end in a massage with no sexual gratification on either side at all. It has been for Jeff for a few weeks now. He hopes Scott feels the same.

Jeff pads quietly into the adjoining bathroom and gets a warm cloth and dry towel to wipe off the massage oil. He comes back thankfully to see Scott's still on his stomach and gets to work wiping him down. Yep Scott's well and truly asleep, as he doesn't stir not once when Jeff is wiping off the oil. Jeff goes back to the bathroom with the washcloth and towel hanging them up, then comes back into the bedroom. He briefly looks at their clothes on the floor and debates picking them up, but decides they can wait til morning.

Jeff with hands on his hips, decides how he's going to move Scott from his position on top of the covers to under them. He looks so peaceful he'd hate to accidentally wake him. He figures it out a few minutes later and Scott is now still on his stomach but under the covers. Left arm curled around the top of his head. Jeff gets into the side of the bed closest to the door and bathroom, and wraps his much shorter frame as best he can around the expanse that is his lover, spooning him. The two, fall asleep just like that in each other's arms, safe, warm, and content.


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