Ch5 is McDanno and voyeurism on Adam's part!
In the morning, client privilege meant that Adam got to use the shower first, and the two escorts buried their heads in the pillow and snoozed while the water was running in the bathroom. Shortly, a hand brushed over Danny's to wake him.
"I left the shower on for you," Adam smiled at him.
Danny glanced over at the brunette on the other side of the bed. When he'd visited the room the previous day to leave the supplies he had checked out the bathroom, and he was aware the size of the shower could take two. Plus, he wanted to get a read off Steve and had a feeling he might try to disappear before Danny could manage it. At least if he was showering, he had to finish up before he could go anywhere.
The blonde slipped out from under the covers, rose to his feet and stretched out all of his muscles, letting Adam run a hand through the dark gold hair covering his stomach and chest. Technically even with Danny's after-hours agreement, their contract only lasted twelve hours from the point they met up, so the Japanese man's would have ended at 6am, but Danny liked the man and he was a regular, so he tended to forgive the extra little bit here and there.
He rounded the bed and put a hand on Steve's shoulder, bringing him from his slumber. "Hey, wakey wakey, shower time."
The taller man peeled his hazel eyes open and regarded him blearily for a moment, and then seemed to remember where he was. He sat up and leaned back on his hands, gave Adam a small nod of acknowledgement, and followed the Jersey man into the bathroom.
The hot water felt wonderful, Danny soaped himself him to rid his body of the sticky residue from the night before. He passed the body wash to Steve who followed suit.
"Do you always let your customers come on you?"
The blonde was surprised that Steve was starting the morning's conversation, but went with it.
"No. Adam's a regular, I've known him for almost a year and I trust him, so he gets special treatment," he moved back under the warm stream again and washed the shampoo out of his hair, "Did it freak you out? Sorry, I should have warned you."
The taller shook his head. "I was surprised yeah, not freaked out though. To be fair I had other things on my mind..."
Yeah, like an orgasm...
Danny couldn't help but watch as Steve's hands rubbed clean every inch of himself, and he glanced up to see those hazel eyes running over his own body.
As if caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the brunette's eyes darted up to his and his cheeks blushed a warm pink before he looked away again; it was an odd reaction, considering the fact they had been fucking one another only a few hours before, to suddenly be embarrassed over stealing a look at him, and it made Danny reassess the man in front of him.
"Are you glad you did it?" He asked tentatively. He really hoped that Steve had enjoyed himself, it felt very important to him and he wasn't entirely sure why yet.
Yes, he liked the man despite the attitude he'd received from him up until last night, and it would make sense if it was just about finding out if Danny had done a good job... but it wasn't just that. For the life of him, he didn't know what it was yet, so he pushed that unfamiliar feeling to the back of his mind.
Steve broke into a grin. "Yeah, I uh... well I don't regret it, put it like that..."
"If you don't mind me asking, what made you change your mind?" When his shower companion gave him a curious look he continued, "About the topping, I mean? You said you would only top, and then..."
The brunette smiled. "Honestly I haven't let a guy fuck me in... I can't remember how long... I'd forgotten how much fun it could be to bottom, and you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself, so when Adam asked I... I just said yes."
"Well I'm honoured it was me," Danny grinned at him, "I just hope it was as good for you as it was for me."
Steve met his eyes again. "Yeah it was uh..." his gaze ran down the shorter man's body again, his confidence growing, "It was enjoyable to say the least..."
The Jersey man licked his lips and allowed himself another glance over the other man's body. "Good, I'm glad we can agree on something."
He stepped out from under the shower head so that Steve could wash himself down, and he caught movement outside the enclosure out of the corner of his eye.
"This show isn't free, Adam," Danny laughed, and the taller man turned in surprise and rubbed shampoo from his eyes, to see their client standing in the doorway, naked and cock in hand.
"I know," he smiled, "I just couldn't resist... you both look so gorgeous wet..."
Always happy to find a way of earning extra cash, the Jersey man smiled and turned to face the wall and dumped some conditioner into his hands. "Adam would like another viewing, Steve, what do you think?" He purred the words, hoping this would go his way again.
"I don't see why not," came the calm reply, and Danny could see those hazel eyes on him again.
He handed a wash cloth to the taller man. "Wash my ass," he whispered.
"I don't seem to be able to stop watching it..." Steve muttered absently.
The blonde snickered. "I said wash my ass, Steven."
"Oh," the other man smiled a little bashfully, "Sorry."
"Don't be," he smiled as the cloth began to make its way over his rounded cheeks with a firm hand behind it.
He heard Adam sigh behind them, moving closer to the shower enclosure to better his view, and Steve leaned in to mouth over his shoulder so he cocked his head to one side to provide better access.
The taller man's touch was firing him up surprisingly easily. He'd wanted him pretty much from the moment he saw Steve, and when he'd spoken to Chin about types when dating he'd realised that the man really fit the bill for his own list of favourite things in a guy. Tall, dark and mysterious, Steve was well built and a little rough around the edges... and had eyes you could seriously drown in if you let yourself.
His dark lashes framed the colour so beautifully, and while they appeared hazel it seemed that the closer he got to them, like last night before they went to join Adam in the bed, the more flecks of colour he could see. Greens and blues and browns all mixed together. Had he ever really analysed anyone's eyes that deeply before? Not even Rachel's, and he'd been married to her for years.
And that mouth, the one currently travelling up his neck while one hand soaped over his buttocks and the other caressed his abs and tickled through the hair there, that mouth was pure sex. Soft lips which could form a mischievous smile and the next moment could suck his earlobe between them for teeth to nip at.
Holy shit, like that.
His own eyelashes fluttered from the stimulation as Steve moved onto his ear, one of his weak spots, and goosebumps broke out up his neck. He didn't even realised he'd moaned out loud until he felt the taller man chuckle against his skin.
"You like that, huh?" His voice was rough and low, and he could listen to that all day. He would listen to Steve read out the New Jersey area phone book if it was in that silky smooth tone.
"Uh huh," was about all Danny could manage without giving away too much more. This thinking was all way too deep, he shouldn't let himself get this infatuated with a man whom he'd only really just met, and was in the same business as him, of all things.
That's what this had to be. Business.
He'd seen it where clients could fall for their escorts, have a Pretty Woman moment and offer to take them away from it all, but this was no romantic comedy, Julia Roberts wasn't here, and he had no notions of quitting and running away with this guy... Was that it, though? Was he falling for Steve?
The job. Damn it, has to keep his mind on the job. He needed to compartmentalise. Time for a distraction.
He turned his body, so all of a sudden the brunette's hand which had been stroking over his ass was now on his dick. Steve looked a little surprised, but he smiled and dropped the cloth to one side. Then his big hand was wrapping around the shorter man's erect cock and massaging, pulling a sensuous groan from his chest as Danny leaned back against the cool tiles and closed his eyes. His own hand went to stroke over Steve's chest and down his stomach, but before he reached his dick the other man took hold of his wrist and brought his hand up to suck his index finger into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. The sensation made the Jersey man's cock jump in his grasp in response.
"Oh holy shit..." Danny pressed his head back harder into the wall while the taller man released his hand again.
It was so good to work in tandem with someone so adaptable. Steve never paused for long when he was thrown a curve ball, rolling with whatever he was given. And apparently he had a few surprises up his own sleeve, because his hot, slick tongue was now licking a stripe up Danny's cock.
He hissed a little in shock and opened his eyes to look down and see the gorgeous tattooed god kneeling in front of him. Holy fuck.
Steve worked him expertly with his tongue, one hand gripping his shaft firmly while his mouth attacked the head of his dick, causing ripples of pleasure to run through the blonde's body.
"Oh fuck, babe... your mouth-" the rest of his sentence was lost as he shouted wordlessly when Steve's heat enveloped his cock to about halfway down his length.
He sucked experimentally, almost teasing, and when he noticed Danny's hands now plastered to the wall behind him he grasped his wrists and slipped his fingers into his shower-soaked dark brown hair. He bobbed his head, caressing the Jersey man with his tongue and lips as water flowed in rivulets over his tanned shoulders, and when he looked up to meet his blue gaze it was so intense that Danny had to bite his lip hard.
Fuck, how was he this perfect? It shouldn't be possible.
Steve's hand went back to his shaft and stroked him firmly as he tended to him, and the sight of that man's lips wrapped around his cock tightened the coil forming in the blonde's stomach.
Teeth grazed carefully over his sensitive skin each time he pulled back from taking the shorter man's cock deep into his throat, and Danny groaned and had to squeeze his eyes shut. "Oh fuck, don't stop doing that... holy shit, your mouth... fuck, I'm gonna come..." His fingers stroked the other man's ear as a warning in case he didn't want to swallow.
Steve's mouth remained around his dick while his finger nudged in between Danny's ass cheeks and the Jersey man parted his legs further, a keening moan flowing from his lips in amongst the panting and swearing as it slid deep inside him, slick from shower gel. The brunette curled his finger around and gently massaged Danny's prostate, and the sensation pulled him straight over the edge.
"Oh fuck!" The blonde gasped put as he came hard; his knees almost went out from under him but Steve's other hand was plastered across his stomach and held him against the wall as he milked him for everything he was worth.
Danny flexed his fingers against the other man's scalp and sighed happily. The taller man stood in front of him, still pressing him to the wall to hold him up, and suddenly their mouths were joined again and he could taste his own cum on Steve's tongue, and damn that was hot.
He reached between them and slipped both hands around his companion's hard cock, massaging his shaft and stroking his balls while their tongues continued to dance around one another. The tattooed man's hands on his shoulders moved him around so that they were side on and Adam could see them properly.
He'd almost forgotten the Japanese man was still in the room, so wrapped up in experiencing Steve's surprise blow job that the reason behind it had escaped his mind.
The kiss deepened, and it was just as intense as before. There was something about the brunette that just made Danny want to devour him. He was mysterious and gorgeous and completely enticing in every way, and the blonde felt drawn to him like a moth to a burning hot flame. He wanted to take him, own him, know him.
The taller man pulled back to gasp against his lips as Danny pumped his dick and twisted his wrist as he worked him, flexing his palm over the head, and he used the opportunity to nibble down over Steve's throat and collarbone.
"Fuck, Danny you're gonna make me come..." he murmured against his cheek, hands running up and down the Jersey man's arms.
The shorter man glanced over to their client, who looked like he was on the brink of his own climax, and kept Adam's gaze as he spoke to Steve.
"That's it baby, come for me. I want you to come on me..."
His words seemed to finish both men off, as Steve let out a strangled groan and bucked forward into Danny's fist, his fingers digging into his biceps and gripping hard, Adam threw his head back and jerked once more into his own hand, releasing his load onto the glass shower door.
Steve's cum pulsed out in lines over the blonde's stomach as Danny massaged him through his orgasm and let him lean into his embrace, and he slid fingers into the short hairs at the nape of the man's neck and caressed him soothingly.
Steve's face ended up in the curve where Danny's throat met his shoulder, and he released a long, shaky breath and swore quietly.
"Oh fuck, your hands... Jesus... so good..."
Danny smiled to himself as he realised that, at that low volume, that little admission hadn't been for Adam's benefit as part of the show. It had been for his ears only.
After they had recovered enough to soap one another down for a second time, washing each other in a mutual show of appreciation rather than keeping to themselves like they had the first time, they dressed and the Jersey man collected his supplies, stowing them in a bag he'd left under the bed.
Having to dress in yesterday's clothes was never great, though he always brought a spare set of boxers for the morning after, but Steve pulling that uniform back on made it all a hundred times better.
Their client handed over the cash to Danny for the night, and extra for the morning's show as well.
The two escorts left, the blonde squeezing Adam's ass as they embraced out of affection, and once they were downstairs and out of the lobby Danny handed over his ticket to the valet and waited for his Camaro to be brought around.
"Wow, nice car!" Steve whistled appreciatively and smoothed his fingers over the silver surface while the blonde threw his bag into the trunk and rounded to the driver's side door.
"It's got comfy seats too," he grinned, "Come on, I'll take you to your car."
It was a short drive back to the venue from the previous night, and although Steve was silent in the vehicle next to Danny, he did allow himself to stretch out in his seat and relax, releasing a deep sigh. He appeared comfortable and unguarded now; unlike the strained unfamiliarity of last night before the threesome, he seemed to be at ease with the shorter escort, and that made Danny happy for reasons he didn't quite understand yet.
Steve directed him in the parking structure, and he wound up pulling into a space next to a battered old Mercury Marquis.
"That's you car?" He smirked, and then regretted his rudeness a little when the brunette looked down at his feet and sucked in his bottom lip.
"It was my dad's," he mumbled quietly, and then a little more assertively he continued, "and it's a classic, so watch your mouth."
Danny put his hands up defensively. "Hey hey, sorry I didn't mean to offend," he offered a small smile, "I just find it hard to envision someone who looks like you, dressed like that-" he gestured to the taller man's slightly rumpled uniform, "-climbing out of... that..." he nodded towards the black car again, trying to sound less degrading of it this time.
"Yeah, well I'm doing it up... I can't afford anything more up to date at the moment..." Steve shrugged, less defensive now.
"Speaking of that..." Danny popped his door and hauled himself out of the Camaro, walking to the trunk and unzipping the bag. He pulled the envelope containing the cash to the surface, and counted out the money as the brunette came to stand beside him and lean against the car.
He handed Steve a wad of folded bills, but at the last second he peeled a ten dollar note away from the outside.
"Hey, I thought we were going fifty-fifty on this," the uniformed man squared up to him and tried to use his height to invade Danny's space. If it was meant to be threatening, it only served to send a spark of interest down into the Jersey man's pants.
He licked his lips and gave him an easy grin. "Down boy, you've got exactly half there... minus the coffee you're buying me to say thank you for hooking you up with a job last night."
He folded the ten in his fingers and slipped it into the front pocket of his slacks, pleased the see those hazel-grey eyes follow the movement.
"One coffee doesn't cost ten bucks," the brunette grumbled, eyeing the shorter man suspiciously.
"Well, you'd better follow me to the café and get your change," the blonde gave him that winning smile again, "or use it to get your own drink, makes no difference to me."
It did though, weirdly. He wanted Steve to get a coffee with him, wanted to spend a little more time with the man. He felt like he was just breaking the surface of this interesting little enigma.
Steve huffed, annoyed, and looked away. "I don't have time to mess around and play nice, I have stuff to do." He seemed hesitant, like he was making excuses not to join Danny and wasn't exactly sure why.
"Fair enough," the blonde thumped the trunk lid down on the Camaro and went back to the driver's door, "but that means I keep the whole ten bucks."
The uniformed man growled to himself, fiddled with his keys, and eventually sighed and dropped his shoulders.
"Where's this fucking café then?"
"I moved here just over a year ago," Danny imparted, taking a sip from his coffee and leaning back in the small booth in Kamekona's Coffee Shack, "My ex wife moved here with our daughter and I followed."
Sitting opposite him, hands wrapped around a mug of green tea, Steve raised an eyebrow. "You have a daughter? Wow..."
The blonde nodded. It felt good to share, and maybe it would get the taller man to come out of his shell a little. Steve had used the bathroom to change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which he'd left in the Marquis, and he was already looking slightly more relaxed. Danny's slacks and grey shirt were comfortable enough, although he was looking forward to changing back out of them when he got home.
"Grace, she's nine. And she's the light of my life." He allowed himself the little smile that always crept onto his face when he spoke about, or even thought about, his little girl. He couldn't help it, she made him so happy. If there was one good thing he'd done in his life, it was create that little angel.
Steve watched him carefully and the corner of his lips pulled up slightly before he covered it with taking a gulp of his tea. Then he winced because it was still a little too hot.
When nothing was offered up in return, Danny decided to press a little further. He was still a cop deep down, and the old interrogation techniques weren't too rusty. He wanted to know more about the man who had caught his interest so readily.
"What about you? I've not seen you around before the last couple weeks or so, when did you come to Hawaii?"
Steve hunched his shoulders. "I got back around two months ago. My dad was sick and I came to look after him, but he died and now... now I have a bunch of his debts to pay off. I had to find work quickly, and an old friend recommended the escort agency. The rest is history really."
It was vague, but it was probably all Danny was going to get out of the man. At least that explained why he was with such a low grade firm – new to escorting and in need of a fast buck, he'd gone for the first place that would take him. If he'd held out for somewhere better, he'd probably be earning more now.
"I'm sorry to hear that... so your dad lived here? Did you live in Hawaii before?" He fiddled with another sugar packet before ripping it open and dropping all of it into his latte.
The taller man nodded again, beginning to look a bit tense.
"Why did you leave?" The blonde tried, but before his companion could answer someone was clearing their throat next to the table.
He looked up to see Chin standing there with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed in displeasure, his younger cousin Kono standing a few feet behind and echoing his stance. She probably didn't even know why Chin was grumpy, but out of family loyalty she was already pissed at Danny for whatever his transgression might be.
"Fratenising with the enemy I see, Williams?"
He should have known Chin would probably show up. It was Sunday morning after all, and one thing the two of them had proven was that they were both creatures of habit.
Danny ignored Steve's slightly confused expression and threw a friendly grin at the two Hawaiian natives. Kono's face immediately changed to a smile, the young woman having a soft spot for the ha'ole her cousin had befriended, and she slid into the booth next to the blonde while Chin rolled his eyes at her lack of solidarity.
"Morning babe," the Jersey man wrapped his arm around the dark-haired woman and squeezed her shoulders, "How've you been?"
"Good thanks, Danny. I hit some killer tubes down at Pipeline yesterday!" She stole a sip from his mug and made a face at how sweet it was.
"Awesome, I have no idea what you just said, but it sounds like you had fun." Danny squeezed her again and glanced up in time to see a flash of what could have been jealousy cross the brunette's face.
"This is Steve. Steve, Kono." He introduced the two of them, and while they shook hands across the table he looked up at the older escort. "What's up, Chin Ho? Someone piss in your cornflakes this morning?"
The native man finally spoke again. "What's he doing here?" He gestured to Steve, but ignored him otherwise, causing the man to glare at Chin and fold his arms tightly.
"Come on, babe. Lighten up," Danny gave him a warm smile to try and ease the tension, "Steve is here because we helped each other out last night and we're just having a drink before heading home."
The brunette flashed him a look. "Oh, so we helped each other out, huh? Did I really owe you a coffee then?" He was sharp, damn it.
The shorter man felt a slight blush creep up his neck at being caught out, not helped by Kono giggling.
Chin let a small smile sneak onto his handsome face as he finally relaxed enough to take a seat, seeing his mainlander friend was obviously working more than a business angle here. "Smooth, Danny. Next time just try kidnapping if you really want to force someone into a date."
Danny's eyes flicked back to Steve, expecting to see more annoyance but instead there was a satisfied smirk on the man's lips.
"It's not a date," the blonde muttered and picked at the paper receipt on the table, suddenly feeling a little exposed.
"So what was last night, then?" Kono piped up, always looking for interesting stories from the world of escorting. She was looking at the new guy specifically, curious to find out more about him.
"Governor's Ball," the brunette replied, giving her a little smile, "All very fancy, but unfortunately my 'date' turned out to be a non-payer. Danny tried to warn me, and I was... a bit stubborn..."
The Jersey man raised his hand to his mouth and coughed out the word "Asshole" none too subtly.
The taller man shot him a withering look, but conceded. "Yeah, I was... I would have ended up with no pay, but this guy came to find me with an offer I couldn't really refuse." He leaned back and looked to the blonde, who took that as his cue to continue the tale.
"Well, Adam's been talking about a threesome for a while-" he glanced at Kono when she gasped excitedly, "-and he spotted Steve and, long story short, this guy has officially taken a male client now." He gestured to the brunette who nodded and took a sip from his drink, looking only slightly embarrassed.
"Oh, really?" Chin smirked and gave Steve a superior look, even though he was now a lot more relaxed and any aloofness had now drained away, "I seem to remember someone sticking their nose up at us for such lewd acts?"
The taller man looked a little ashamed. "Yeah, sorry about that. Both of you. It was unfair of me to judge. But I never said there was anything wrong with it," he grinned at the Hawaiian man next to him who was seeming to warm to Danny's new friend and smiled back, "I just only take female clients... maybe that could change now, I dunno..."
"Ooh, how much do you charge?" Kono wiggled her eyebrows and leaned forward, and Danny had to laugh at her naughty nature.
Chin eventually relaxed completely, and the Jersey man was amazed to find his new friend was letting himself go too. The four of them bantered easily between them, seeming to slip into a natural friendly rhythm, and shared stories about nightmare clients and sexual misadventures (Chin found he had to cover his ears when his little cousin came out with a few of her own though), and Danny paid for another coffee for him and Steve - with his own money, this time - as well as one for each of the cousins.
Eventually the brunette made noises about heading home to catch up on sleep, and the blonde agreed. They said their goodbyes to their friends and walked out to their respective cars together, and suddenly Danny really didn't want the other guy to go.
It was confusing, considering how rude Steve had been up until now, to find him so easy and chatty this morning, but maybe the taller man had realised that having friends in the same line of work could be beneficial. And honestly, the Jersey man wasn't sure what he preferred, because when the tattooed man had been closed off he'd just wanted to peel back the layers and find out more about him - and he still did, because although Steve had talked a lot, he didn't actually give much away - but he also enjoyed talkative, friendly Steve, competitive Steve who tried to best their sexual misdemeanours with tales of his own, the Steve whom he kept catching looking at him across the café booth even when Danny wasn't the one talking.
He stepped up closer to the brunette as the man fiddled with his keys next to the hood of his car.
"So I'll see you again soon then?" He tried to go for smooth, knowing he was probably failing, and let his eyes drift down the guy's throat and sighed a little at the memories of attacking that skin with his teeth and lips last night and this morning.
"I dunno, maybe." Steve was suddenly a bit more brisk with him now they were out of the café, though he wasn't sure why.
He stepped closer again and raised his hand to touch the taller man's hip, but he moved to one side and went to stand just out of the blonde's reach. He wasn't aware that he'd done anything to annoy him in the thirty seconds it had taken for them to walk outside, so he creased his brow.
"What's up with you, huh? If you're afraid of catching cooties off me, it's probably too late for that..." His own defence mechanism was sarcasm and bitchiness, he knew that and hated it sometimes, but damn it if something about this man sparked in his chest and made him react a little quicker than normal.
Steve gave him a wry smile. "No, I... I've just got stuff to do, and I'm tired," he conceded a little and moved fractionally closer. His eyes ran down Danny's body, but then he seemed to visibly shake himself and squeeze his eyes closed for a moment.
He sighed, looking away and licking his lips like he was weighing out pros and cons or building up the courage to do or say something, before he walked back over and shoved the receipt Danny's fingers had been playing with earlier into the shorter man's hand, and stalked around to the driver's side door of his car.
"You didn't have to play me over the coffee, y'know," he tugged the door of the Marquis open, laying his arm on the roof of it before climbing in, his eyes meeting Danny's again from feet away, "So maybe next time, just ask?"
And with that he was climbing into the battered car and pulling away.
Next time. Danny felt a little smile spread across his face. He looked down at the receipt in his hand and unfolded it.
Steve's name and number were scrawled on the back.
For all the mixed messages, the on-and-off signals he was getting from the brunette, at least this one was pretty clear.