Things Getting Hot

What will happen when Steve and Danny stuck together in a telephone booth. Find out!

"This...was the worst idea you ever had!" Danny shouted breathlessly to be louder than the heavy drumming rain he and Steve were currently running through.

"Come on, Danno, how is this my fault?" Steve dared to ask while he hurried after him.

He sent him a death glare over his shoulder. "Are you kidding me? It was your stupid plan to observe the suspect and come here. And now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, while it's raining like hell, because that damn bloody suspect STOLE MY CAR!"

Steve ignored some promising threats of pain Danny muttered under his breath and he said, "I think we should look for protection against the rain. It's getting worse."

"No kidding?!" Danny snorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That thought never occurred to me! I actually like swimming through mud and rain with my clothes still on!"

"You could simply get rid of your clothes if that's what is bothering you." Steve suggested and glanced around in hope to find a shelter.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't- AHA! Found something! Come on!"

"Wha- Steven!"

He gave Danny no time to object. Instead he simply grabbed his elbow and pulled Danny with him. They had run a few more meters when Danny realized what they were heading towards.

"That's a telephone booth, Steven."

"Do you have a better idea? That's what I thought."

They arrived at the telephone booth and Steve wrenched it open before he ushered Danny in. Following him inside he let the door fall shut with a loud thud. It was just then that he realized how small that booth actually was.

"Steven…," Danny started, still trying to catch his breath, "we can't stay here. There's no space for both of us."

He couldn't help admitting to himself that Danny was right. Danny's back was intimately pressed against his front so that he was able to feel every breath he took. Swallowing hard he let his eyes wander over his frame. Despite the rain it had been a hot day, so Danny had left his jacket in the car. The white - and now wet - shirt Danny was wearing had become translucent, and allowed Steve to see Danny's well-shaped upper body.

"Uhm…" Steve cleared his throat, "you're probably right, I'll just wait outside. You can stay here and I try to..." he trailed off. During his suggestion he had pushed the door with his back, but nothing had happened. No matter how hard he pressed his weight against it, it didn't move an inch.

"Oh fuck…"

"What's wrong?" Danny was alarmed immediately, obviously well aware of the dread in his voice.

"You're not going to like it…"

"You don't say."

"I can't open it."

"What?"

"The door. I can't open it. It's stuck."

Danny groaned in desperation. "Please...Steven, tell me you're making a joke!"

"Sorry to disappoint you…"

"Not the first time today."

Steve simply ignored his comment.

"Do you have your mobile phone on you? Mine is lying in our car."

"Great! Yes, I do. It's in my back pocket."

Despite this helpful news Danny made no move to get it. Steve furrowed his brows. "Danny?"

"It's in my back pocket, Steven! He sounded annoyed and a bit embarrassed, and it took a moment for Steve to understand what the problem was.

When he finally did, he could help grinning smugly. His fierce partner didn't dare reaching between their touching bodies. How interesting, he thought with a chuckle, only to earn a grumble from Danny.

"Hold still," Steve said amused, taking the matter literally in his own hands.

Touching his butt hadn't been Steve's intention at all, but when he accidently did, Danny startled so badly that he fought with every power he had to turn around in that very tight booth. Steve winced in pain, when Danny repeatedly stepped on his feet and rammed his elbow in his gut.

"What the hell, Steve?" he gasped as soon he was facing him.

His response was a whining. "I didn't do it deliberately, Danno! Besides, I already got your phone!"

Danny murmured something under his breath and grabbed it from Steve's hold, completely ignoring his sulking partner for a moment.

"It's not working. I think it might be wet," Danny sighed.

"What's with that phone?" Steve nodded to the telephone of the booth behind Danny. "Wait, don't move!" He interjected reproachfully when Danny was about to turn around again. "I get this!"

"Fine," Danny rolled his eyes and let Steve reach around him. "Try to call Chin."

There was a moment of silence while Steve did as told. "I can't, it's dead."

"What do you mean it's dead."

Steve shrugged. "I guess no one needs telephone booths anymore."

"Well, apparently we do. Okay, let me get this straight. We're stuck - not only in the middle of nowhere but also in a telephone booth with a not-working telephone. Our car has been stolen, my mobile is wet and nobody knows where we are. We have a cloudburst outside and something that feels like a sauna oven in here. Was that it?"

"Pretty much."

"Great!" Danny groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. The thought that it was a beautiful sight flashed through Steve's mind, even though Danny's hair was wet. Or maybe even because of this fact.

"Relax Danno. We'll get out of here somehow. You'll see! Besides it could be worse, right?"

Danny took a deep breath and was about to say something agreeing, when he glanced outside. Or more precisely, he tried to glance outside. The glass of the telephone booth was fogged. Completely. It was impossible to see anything of the cloudy, rainy afternoon. Danny frowned at Steve and he raised his hands in defense.

"That's really not my fault!"

"You're breathing, aren't you?" Danny stated dryly.

"Don't make jokes Danno!"

"Oh shut up, Steve!"

ooOooOooOooo

They had been stuck in that booth for almost an hour and slowly but surely it was getting uncomfortable. Just out of sheer frustration Danny wrote 'Help' in the steam on the window.

"Now don't be ridiculous, Danny. That's a little bit over-dramatic, don't you think?" Steve shook his head, still able to find a certain amusement in this situation.

Danny rolled his eyes at him. He tried to distance himself from Steve, but there simply was no room for that. The huge phone device bumped into his back and made him jerking forwards, actually bringing him even closer to Steve.

"Careful Danno," Steve warned right into his ear, with his voice still amused and also low all of a sudden. As his arms sneaked around Danny's middle to pull him away from the pain causing danger, he thought he felt Danny shivering slightly.

"Steve…" Danny's breath got caught in his throat, but he had no idea what to say, his brain probably suffering the sudden loss of reasonable thoughts.

"Yes, Danny?" This time it was just a hoarse whisper that reached Danny's sensitive ear, while Steve's hot hands were burning his skin on the small of his back, right through his wet shirt. This time Steve made him trembling violently.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm keeping you from hurting yourself."

"Uhm... well then."

Steve smirked at his irritation, but that grin vanished suddenly while he was watching how Danny's gaze wandered downwards. A flash of heat floated his body as he realized what Danny was staring at. He had tried to ignore it - actually he had pushed it far, very far, into the most distant corner of his mind - but now he couldn't escape the fact any longer, that Danny was enticingly pressed against his body.

He was feeling him, every single piece of his senses. Danny's chest were pressed against his, there were only their drenched shirts between them. All of it hiding practically nothing. Steve almost groaned. Once started he wasn't able to stop his mind from taking in everything else about Danny. How the centers of their bodies were touching intimately. How one of his legs was caught between his. That was bad, really bad. And yet it felt so good.

Just when he decided that they had to bring some distance between them - no matter how - Danny lifted his head slowly and let their eyes met. Steve felt his knees getting weak on an instant. Danny's eyes were gleaming, his cheeks were painted in a soft pink and his lips just had been wetted by his tongue. The breath escaped Danny's mouth in chopped, hot puffs. An in addition to all that, he brought his palms to his chest.

"Steve…" He sighed, and Steve was pretty sure, that Danny was trying to stop what-ever-was-happening. However it sounded so sensual, that it kicked the last rational thought out of his mind.

"Fuck, Danny!" he groaned for real this time, his voice hoarse with desperation and desire. His hands on Danny's lower back pulled him closer.

The air was thick and hot, and they were covered with a film of rain and sweat. Yet it seemed that both of them needed the proximity of each other more than ever. Steve let his hands trail over Danny's back upwards over his shoulder and neck, until he could cup his cheek gently. Danny's eyes were swimming with affection, longing and lust, so he closed them to as a desperate attempt to hide his feelings.

Compensating the loss of his eyes on him, Steve bent down in slow motion and allowed his lips to whisper over the skin right below Danny's ear. Danny tilted his head to both, nestle his cheek further into Steve's hand and give his lips more space. While pressing a warm kiss on his neck he caressed Danny's cheek with his thumb before he moved his hand a bit to bury it in his wet hair.

When Steve teasingly nibbled at his earlobe, Danny gasped his name again and lifted one hand around Steve's neck while the other is clutching his shirt. Steve shuddered as Danny's fingernails were scratching his skin on both places. Encouraged he left open-mouthed kisses on his skin, kissing a way from his ear down to his collarbone. Danny threw his head back and his lower body arched against Steve's. Still holding Danny close he only hesitated a second before his lips placed longing kisses on his sternum. He was about to move even lower when a throaty moan escaped Danny's mouth.

"Steve…," he breathed helplessly and carefully grabbed his head to pull him upwards. With a sensual sigh he pressed their lips together for their very first kiss. Finally getting what he had been longing for some time now, it felt as if his senses were exploding. Steve responded to Danny's kiss in an instant, his mind and body inflamed with the need to never let him go again.

Their kiss was a back and forth between fast and fervent and heated and slow. They completely forgot about the time and their surroundings.

"Oh fuck, Steve, please stop…" Danny whispered desperately, but kissed him again almost at the same time.

"You first," he breathed into his mouth and deepened the kiss passionately.

Danny whimpered but wasn't able to break it either.

oooOoooOoooOooo

They were so caught in each other's presence that neither of them heard the thud.

"Steve?" There was the sound again. "Steve, Danny you in there?"

Danny tore his eyes open and pulled away as far as he could without hurting himself. (Therefore not very far). Steve merely blinked, not even moving his hands a single inch. Both of them struggled for air while staring at each other dumbfounded.

"Chin!" It was Steve who recovered his voice first.

"Got them," both heard Chin say, probably to someone on the phone. "You're both okay?"

"Yes...uhm...we...we're stuck. The door jammed."

There was a short pause on the other side of the door and Danny pressed his eyelids shut in embarrassment and annoyance. Steve chuckled. Danny opened his eyes again and glared at Steve, but with his face flushed like this, Danny looked fucking hot.

"Okay, hold on. I'll get you out of there."

"Thanks Chin."

They heard Chin's footsteps fading away and Danny glanced at Steve.

"We, uhm should probably try to pull ourselves together. Quickly."

"That's not an...uhm...easy thing," Steve replied dryly and got the chance to enjoy Danny's blushing all over again. "I think we were equally involved in...that."

"Should I…?" Danny started to move away. However, he didn't get very far. Steve was still holding him in his embrace and made no effort to let him go.

"No, don't move." He shook his head. "Experience has shown that it won't work like this anyway."

"Yeah, you're probably right. How do I look? Decent enough?"

Steve took his time to gaze at Danny, noticing his swollen lips, the red cheeks, and his white shirt which he had pushed out of his way earlier. He groaned from the bottom of his heart and answered, "Definitely not!"

Danny looked at Steve with a mixture of annoyance, pride and amusement. "You're not any better, you know, Steven!? Especially since I can actually feel it."

Steve chuckled, "I can feel you too, Daniel."

They could hear Chin return, soon working on the door to free them. In the meantime Steve and Danny tried everything possible to gain back the control over their bodies.

It was just when they were looking nearly decent enough - at least considering their situation - that there was the loud sound of yowling metal audible. A few seconds later the door of the booth sprang open and Steve almost lost his balance, keeping himself (and Danny for that matter) from falling just at the very last moment. Both stumbled outside and exhaled with relief to fill to fill their lungs with cool and fresh air.

"Don't say anything wrong!" Steve warned Chin.

The corners of Chin's mouth twitched. "I wouldn't dare."

"How did you find us?"

"GPS and luck," Chin simply stated. "And what happened?"

Not willing to share anything that had happened, Steve simply stared at Chin for a moment. Danny quickly walked over to Chin's car, as soon he was out of earshot, Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat, "That's classified," was all he said, before he strolled past Chin to follow Danny.

Looking back at the telephone booth, Chin realized that it was really small in there. Especially for two men.

That's classified, Steve had said.

'Well', Chin thought with a smirk, 'I hope he sticks with that, because I really don't want to know that story.'