Ch6 is McDanno!
It wasn't often that Danny went out, generally preferring as much down time as possible after spending his weekends exerting a lot of energy with clients, and then spending Sunday afternoon through to Wednesday morning with Grace staying over. The only good nights for going out to bars and clubs were Fridays and Saturdays, and those were his prime working days, so he mostly just didn't bother.
It rolled around to Thursday, however, and he'd seen flyers distributed in Honolulu for an acoustic night at a local bar when he'd taken Grace shopping and for shave ice earlier in the week. He'd already messaged Chin and Kono to see if they were up for an evening out, and received positive responses, and now it was time to message Steve.
The Jersey native hadn't called him or texted him since the brunette had given him his number. He hadn't wanted to seem too overly enthusiastic or anything, and if he was honest he was a little nervous about it.
He shouldn't be. Steve was just another guy, right? An extremely hot, tall, muscle-bound tattooed god of a guy... fuck...
No point in lying to himself. Tall, dark and grumpy was the whole reason he wanted to go to the bar - he needed a reason to invite the guy out and get to know him. It was new territory for Danny, being so unable to get a person out of his head, and he was scared but also excited. Excited to find out what it all meant, to find out more about the mystery that was Steve McGarrett...
But even after feeling sure of himself on Sunday morning when he'd been handed that receipt, he had since been considering that maybe it wasn't so straight forward. Did Steve just want him as a business contact? As a friend? As a fuck buddy? The guy was so hot and cold it was hard to tell, and just thinking about it gave Danny a headache.
So he sent a quick text. Well it would have been a quick text if he hadn't re-written it about seven times. All Steve saw was the final version, kept simple and friendly: Hey, it's Danny. Acoustic night with the cousins at the Blue Moon, Honolulu, 8pm? First round on me.
What he didn't see were the multitude of previous incarnations of the message, which Danny had deemed as too desperate, too standoffish, and one that was definitely too racy for a first text when he wasn't sure of the circumstances.
He hit send and sighed at himself, feeling like a teenager asking his crush to the prom. What a moron. He needed to remind himself he was thirty-four and should be able to act like a grown man now. Still, he couldn't help the little flutter his heart gave when he got a return text though.
Sure. See you tonight. Mine's a Longboard. Steve.
The text was short and efficient, and hard to read anything into. But then messaging was never the best form of communication for subtext, it was too easy to misread or misunderstand the written word, so the Jersey man figured he would just have to leave it until that night to see what mood the taller man was in. He seemed to jump from easy and companionable to sharp and cut off within seconds, and the part of Danny that was still a detective wanted to understand the reasons behind that. And it wouldn't hurt to see that gorgeous body again.
It almost physically hurt to see that gorgeous body again. Hot damn.
The blonde had arrived a little early, and he'd been sitting and chatting with Chin and Kono when, at almost 8pm on the dot (not that Danny had been checking the time regularly or anything) Steve swaggered into the bar.
And swagger was the only word for it, really, because he was walking in like he owned the place, all confidence and physical presence. The brunette was wearing tight, dark blue jeans, black sneakers, and a dark green short-sleeved t-shirt that made his eyes really pop and showed off his ink and... well, everything about his upper body. More than a few people turned to give him the once over with their eyes.
In the four days since seeing Steve drive off from outside the café, Danny had apparently forgotten just how fantastic the man looked. Which was weird, because he had been the mental image that Danny had jacked off to several times in the last few days, and yet his memories hadn't done the man justice somehow.
Danny waved to him and walked to the bar to order the beer while Steve approached him.
"Four Longboards please," he smiled at the barman before turning to Steve and ratcheting up that smile a few notches, "Hey."
"Hey there," the taller man returned the grin with a sexy lopsided one of his own and it felt like Danny's pulse had just jumped from zero to sixty. When they had left the café on Sunday morning, the brunette had been acting almost uncomfortable around him, escaping quickly after handing his number over, and now he was turning on the charm and giving him a flirtatious wink, though it was quite low key and he had left a decent gap between their bodies.
The Jersey man was a little flustered for a second, but recovered quickly. He couldn't help getting distracted by this guy, thrown off his game. Steve looked so handsome with that easy smile on his face, and when the blonde returned it, his face seemed to light up more with the smile reaching his eyes. God, those eyes... still gorgeous, still a deep mix of colours that he could get lost in...
"You okay?"
It took Danny a moment to realise he was staring, and he had to swallow before he replied. "Yeah, yeah, just uh... had a few drinks already, y'know? Kono made us do shots before you arrived. I'm sure more will be on the cards later..."
The brunette nodded. "Sounds good to me."
"Loving those jeans, by the way," Danny muttered and reached a hand to towards Steve's denim-clad hip, because damn those pants just looked so good on him.
The tattooed man backed up a little, putting more distance between them, and his expression turned a friendly kind of awkward. "Uh, thanks..."
The blonde let his hand drop away, still trying to figure out exactly where the invisible borderline was with his new friend. It seemed to keep moving, and shifting, and it was beginning to make him dizzy.
The brunette looked over to the two cousins and waved, Chin gave him a little wave back having decided to cautiously put faith in Danny's taste in new friends after Sunday morning, whereas Kono's return gesture was a little more excited, her eyes sparkling.
Steve laughed and turned back to the shorter man as he was paying for the beers, grabbing two bottles while Danny picked up the other two.
"What's their story, anyway?"
The blonde leaned back against the bar, going for the short version. "I met Chin when I first came to Hawaii. He's a good guy, though it takes him a while to trust. He's been screwed over in the past, been hurt by people."
He wasn't going to go into the detail of it, but Chin's wife had married him, knowing full well about how he made his money, but divorced him six months later because she 'couldn't deal with the fact he slept around'. A little unfair bearing in mind he'd always been one hundred per cent honest with her, but some people could handle being in a relationship with an escort and some couldn't.
Steve frowned and looked down at the beers in his hands. "I can relate to that..."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Danny shrugged at his companion, "He's helped me out a lot though, and I try to return the favour." Then he waved his hand towards the young Hawaiian woman. "And Kono is Chin's cousin. She was a pro surfer, but wrecked her knee. She's always adored him, and wants to get into escorting, but Chin's trying to convince her otherwise... he figures it's a lonely life, and he doesn't want that for her."
"She's cute and sexy, she'd do well." The brunette took a swig of his beer and studied the two island natives from across the room.
"Don't let Chin hear you say that, whatever you do," the Jersey man gave him a serious look and started off towards his friends, Steve hot on his heels, "He's protective as hell, and if you encourage her he won't hesitate to knock you on your behind."
As he glanced back, he caught the taller man subtly ogling his ass as they walked.
"You've got no need to be jealous, Danny," the tattooed man purred at him quietly, eyes still on his body, and Danny couldn't help the little thrill that ran up his spine.
Flirty Steve was fun, if confusing, and as they approached the booth where the cousins were sitting he caught Kono's eye and made a swift head movement to infer that she needed to swap to the other seat next to her cousin and make room for the two men to sit together. She gave him a knowing grin and darted around to settle in next to Chin. If Steve noticed, he didn't comment.
The blonde let his companion sit first and they handed out the drinks. Now they were out of the crowd and in the relative privacy of the booth, when he slid in next to the other man Steve pressed the length of his body along Danny's, from shoulder to knee. It felt warm and comfortable and right somehow, and although he didn't totally understand the guy's mood swings, he was more than happy to go along with this one.
He allowed himself to relax into the contact and drank from his beer, and the four of them sat and chatted amiably.
It was a few minutes in before Steve was asking Kono about her surfing, talking about how he used to visit Laniakea when he was a teenager. Chin joined in and they discussed the best spots for catching waves while Danny was happy to just lean back and listen, not being a surfer himself. The Hawaiian woman squared her shoulders confidently and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Have you ever surfed Jaws though, bruh?"
The brunette looked impressed. "In Maui? Can't say I have, but I hear the waves can hit over a hundred feet there..."
She nodded dreamily. "It's beautiful, awesome waves and good people. You should go some time, I recommend it."
Steve shook his head. "I'm out of practice, haven't had time for surfing in years. Maybe in the future you could show me around, though."
Danny jumped a little when a hot hand slipped onto his knee under the table, and fingers followed the inseam of his jeans for an inch or so before retreating and doing the same action again. Tonight's version of Steve was getting more and more interesting. The movement stopped, however, as Chin's next question seemed to hit a little close to home.
"I couldn't imagine a life with no surfing, or ever leaving these islands... what made you leave?"
The tattooed man paused where he was raising his beer to his lips. "It's a long and boring story, one I won't bother you with... life takes you away from home sometimes," he moved his hand from the blonde's leg to smooth uneasily through his hair, and Danny wanted to shout at his native friend for throwing water over what was looking like a very promising moment there, "I moved away to the mainland and ended up working all over the place. I came back when dad got sick and ended up having to stay after he passed."
His demeanour had darkened a little, his body language tight. Open one minute and closed the next.
The other two seemed to get the message that Steve didn't want to talk much about his past, but the whole thing just tugged at the back of Danny's mind, the ex-cop in him wanting to take the brunette into an interrogation room while the man in him wanted to drag him into a bedroom. Either way, he had ways of making him talk...
Chin changed the subject quickly to the series of diplomatic events taking place over that month, commenting on how it was bringing their agencies a lot of work, and the others jumped on the chance to talk about something that their new friend was comfortable with. They all respected a person's right to privacy, however interesting or enticing the mystery, and in their line of work sometimes secrecy was all they had for themselves.
Kono got in another round of shots, and Chin ordered more beers, and several hours later they were still laughing and joking on their fifth or possibly sixth round. Steve's hand had found its way back to the Jersey man's leg, a little higher this time. When Danny's hand had mirrored the move, his companion hadn't complained, and excitement was beginning to thrum through the blonde's veins like white noise in the background of their conversation.
Steve was fascinating, intriguing, beguiling... and Danny just couldn't seem to get a handle on him. But he knew he wanted to, and it was more than just sexual attraction; there was something about this guy. Something important. But working around the ups and downs and intricacies of the brunette's moods was draining, and he hadn't really had that much social interaction with him so far. If this was going to continue, he needed to smooth out the ride for his own mental health.
Danny had to stand to allow Steve out of the booth to buy the next round, and he made excuses to their friends about helping the taller man carry the drinks and made his way over to the bar, following close behind him.
"You want help?" He tried to make it sound casual, still unsure of exactly what temperature the tattooed man was running at right now, but he wasn't in doubt for long.
The brunette turned to look at the shorter man, appearing a little surprised that he had followed, and then a smile crept across his lips. He grasped Danny around the wrist and pulled him to one side of the bar, around the corner into the short corridor that led to the bathrooms and pushed his back to the wall.
Once in the quieter area, he pressed the full length of his body up against the blonde's and drew a small gasp from him. He gazed down into Danny's face and there was a fire behind his hazel eyes that made the Jersey man shiver with anticipation.
"My place or yours?" The low timbre of his voice went straight to Danny's balls and he had to swallow hard.
"I uh... wow... Steve, don't get me wrong, I'm loving this, but you've been a bit hot and cold with me and I wanna know what's going on..." His voice was breathy, his dick was screaming at him to shut up and declare he didn't care where they fucked as long as it was soon, but he controlled himself, wanting to dig deeper. Something told him he didn't want to mess this up.
The taller man looked a little taken aback. "I was expecting a less complicated answer than that," he mumbled, backing off a little.
"It's not complicated, babe," he straightened his clothes out and took a step towards the other man, only to have him widen the gap again, "I just can't work you out, and I don't want to get involved if you're gonna be... inconsistent..."
Steve paused, brow creasing and a few different emotions running through his eyes before he almost visibly closed down. It was like he was wearing a mask, the one Danny had seen at the party where he and Chin had first interacted with the man; unwavering and impenetrable.
"Involved?" He sneered, although the negativity felt forced, "This is just a bit of fun."
Danny felt cold run through him. "Fun?" he repeated vaguely.
"Listen, if I ever want to start taking on male clients, I've got to make my act believable. It seemed to work on you tonight, so I'm guessing it'll work for a paying customer..." Steve shrugged and leaned back against the wall leisurely, seemingly unconcerned at the effect his words might have.
"So this was... what, a test run or something?" The Jersey man was running through the night's events in his head, trying to see if he could identify the signs to show Steve had been pretending. The touches hadn't felt fake, the sensation of electricity he seemed to feel on contact with the brunette, the way his smile had met his eyes... It had felt so real and genuine. Was he really that good of an actor?
"Sorry babe," Steve put an unfair amount of disregard into the word, "I was just seeing if I could do the boyfriend experience. You're the one who said I should try it."
"Wow," Danny mumbled, trying to ignore the hurt feeling in his gut and letting anger take over instead, "That's... that's fine, that's cleared things up for me at least. Now I know not to waste my time on you." Steve flinched a little under his glare.
"Hey, I never asked you to stalk me," he hissed and jabbed a sharp finger into the blonde's chest, pushing him back a step.
"Well why the fuck did you come out tonight if you were just gonna mess me about, huh?" He returned the violent gesture, poking the other man in the chest viciously.
The taller man lashed out and gripped his wrist tightly. "Mess you about? You know what being an escort is, Danny. You said you've been doing it for years, you should be able to take a bit of fun." The words were filled with a bitterness Danny didn't understand, and there was an emotion behind those hazel eyes he couldn't identify, but it was strong and raw.
He looked at the brunette incredulously. "I'm not just an escort, Steve. I'm a fucking human being. If you wanted to practice your moves, you should've just said. Chin and I help each other all the time and it doesn't mean anything-" he tried to rip his wrist from the other man's grip but couldn't, "-but you don't just play with someone like that without telling them! You just don't mess with people's feelings like that!"
He finally managed to take his arm back as shock spread across the taller man's features.
He glared up at him. "Until you get your shit sorted, don't bother me."
Steve's face fell. "Wait..."
Danny spun on his heel and marched away, but the brunette's hand was back on his arm and he was shoved into the wall. Steve's face ended up right in front of his, and he looked like he was about to kiss him, eyes on his lips and intensity in his eyes. Tonight was a frustratingly intoxicating mess of crossed wires and mixed signals, and the blonde was fucked if he knew what the hell was going on.
He met the taller man's gaze, and true to form the intimacy made Steve freeze and back off. And then he was gone, disappearing out into the bar, through the crowd towards the front door.
Danny closed his eyes, thumping his head back against the wall. Fuck this, fuck him, fuck these games. He was more than done with this. If Steve wanted to screw about like this, he could do it with someone else...
Oh, who the hell was he kidding?
He caught up with the brunette outside, as he rounded a corner in the cool night air. "What exactly are you scared of?"
Steve spun on him. "I'm not scared. I just..." he tried to close off again, "I think you got the wrong idea."
"How the hell am I supposed to get the right idea, Steven?" Danny flailed his arms as he raised his voice, frustration boiling over, "One minute you're all over me, looking at me like you're gonna fucking devour me or something, and Jesus Christ what the fuck was that back there? And then the next you've put a wall up and you're quite literally running away! It's like the moment anything seems to get serious, gets beyond sex into a place where, god forbid, feelings might be involved, you shut down!"
The taller man crossed his arms defensively and scoped around them carefully like he was making sure Danny's loud voice wasn't attracting attention. "Listen, I'm sorry if you thought there was something more to this. But there isn't, okay?"
"No, not okay," Danny was on a roll here, and he wasn't about to slow down, "There is something more, I know it and you know it. Fuck, Steve, it's like I can't get you out of my god damn head and the way you look at me sometimes... you're not that good of an actor, you can't fake that!"
Steve immediately dropped his gaze, as if he was almost frightened to let the Jersey man see what might be there now that he knew he was giving something away through his eyes. And that just proved it to Danny. Something was there, he wasn't imagining it... and Steve was scared, just like him.
He stepped forward, slipped his hand around the tattooed man's neck and pulled him down into a kiss. He squeezed his eyes shut and put all of his senses into reading the contact, trying to see if what he had felt was definitely there.
The taller man stiffened his shoulders and tried to pull away for a second, but then a shaky breath huffed against his cheek as any resistance left him and Steve was folding around him, arms enveloping him in an impossibly all-encompassing embrace. The blonde placed his other hand on Steve's cheek and pulled him closer, running his tongue along the line of the man's lips, and he opened to him hesitantly.
The kiss deepened suddenly and dramatically, gaining a burst of speed and ferocity which came from nowhere, and he wound his tongue around Steve's like he could drink him from the inside out.
Danny pushed Steve backward into the wall, delving his tongue deeper as they nipped at one another's lips and investigated each other's mouths. The energy was there, the electricity or magnetism or whatever power it was that drew the Jersey man to his tattooed counterpart; it was everywhere, inside and out, and it danced over his skin and raised hairs everywhere on his body.
The brunette moaned against him, hands going to Danny's ass and pulling their hips together, before he slid one hand up the shorter man's back and into his hair, tangling fingers into the strands at the back of his head.
Danny finally pulled back by an inch or so, eyes still closed, breathless, knowing that he had to throw his honesty out on the table between them.
"Tell me there's nothing there, and I'll go... but we're only carrying on if you want something more than unpaid overtime, and you're gonna stop fucking me about. Personally I wanna find out what this is, but it's up to you."
He listened to Steve's panting, felt him lean his forehead into the side of his head while his breath caught and he swallowed hard.
Eventually he spoke, quiet voice sounding a little broken, but honest. "So do I."
Danny smiled, taking the man's hand and pulling him to the taxi rank.
Steve had managed to keep his hands off Danny in the cab, but now they were outside his apartment and the Jersey man was digging for his keys in his jeans, he felt two large, warm hands cup his buttocks.
He managed to get the keys in the lock just before the taller man's mouth began nibbling a trail of fire up his neck, tracking the curved muscle from the collar of his t-shirt up to his ear. Distracted from even the simple task of opening the door, Danny placed one hand on the frame and one on the centre of the door, and pressed back into the other man to feel his solid chest and stomach against him.
The blonde was making little breathy sounds, gasps and quiet moans escaping his lips, and he couldn't quite seem to put them on mute. But he wasn't sure he wanted to, because they seemed to be encouraging Steve to continue his sensual attack.
The brunette's hands snaked around and plastered flat over his abs under his t-shirt before moving upward in tandem to glide over his ribs and through soft body hair, pausing over his pecs to play with his nipples and make him gasp. All the while, Steve's mouth stayed on his neck and ear, hot breath and rough stubble tickling his skin.
Then the hands disappeared, to Danny's disappointment, but as it turned out it was only to finish the job of unlocking his door and catch him as he almost fell through the opening.
He used the moment to turn in Steve's arms, grabbing his keys from the lock and shunting the door closed behind them. He gave up blindly searching for the light switch after a few seconds because it easy really difficult to find it while the brunette's mouth was attacking his own, and his brain put it on the less important end of the scale when compared to kissing the other man back.
He tugged on Steve's belt and led him across the room in the darkness, mouths still connected, knowing the layout by heart, and the taller man began wrestling the blonde's t-shirt over his head as they moved through the house. They finally made it to the bedroom, by which time they'd both lost their shoes and socks, and their shirts, and were trying to work their way across the room while frantically attacking one another's jeans with overly excited fingers.
Denim pooled on the floor around their feet, quickly followed by their boxers, and Danny felt strong hands on his hips turning him so his back was to Steve. The brunette began to nibble along his neck again and he let out a shuddering moan as his hot mouth and sharp teeth travelled up his pulse line from his shoulder to his ear. He placed his hands behind him on Steve's hips, bringing him forward to grind his hard cock into the small of his back, and the tattooed man rolled his hips to rub it through the cleft of his ass cheeks and pull another dirty sound from his throat.
Steve's right hand snaked over his waist and down to curl fingers around the blonde's erection, and he growled against Danny's throat at the feel of him. His left gripped the shorter man's throat under his chin and tipped his head back to give him more access to bite over his neck, and he whimpered as goosebumps raised over his entire body.
"Fuck, god that feels good..." Danny whispered hoarsely, and the brunette hummed happily against him.
"Just tell me what you want, I'll do it. I want you so much..." His words were muffled as he mouthed his way to the other side of the Jersey native's neck, and the blonde froze for a second.
Tell me what you want. A familiar line, variations of which he said to his clients all the time; always taking instruction and never giving it. The realisation dawned on him that, in all the sex he had, all the erotic encounters and the fucking and screwing, he never actually got what he needed. It was always about the client, with his enjoyment being a side effect more than anything. That was the job and he knew it, so to have the tables turned on him and have his preferences catered for... It was terrifying and exciting all at once.
Steve paused when he felt Danny tense. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he whispered, "I just... I don't normally..."
"Get the choice?" He turned around to look up at the taller man in the half light, and Steve was smiling softly. "I know that feeling exactly. So how about we just tell each other exactly what we want for a change, huh?"
Danny's mind went blank, a world of choice opened up to him for once, and he shook his head and laughed lightly. "I uh... I honestly don't know..." It had been so long since he'd had this control, not since Rachel and even then he had tended to let her call the shots in the bedroom, wanting to keep her happy.
Steve's hand slid into his hair again and pulled his head back, and he mouthed down his throat and spoke in between kisses, obviously sensing he needed options rather than such an open decision. "Do you want to be on top-" kiss "-or bottom?"
"Mmm..." He thought about both scenarios while the other man's tongue slid up his throat, memories from Saturday night helping his imagination, "I wanna fuck you..."
The tattooed man growled against him again, obviously happy with the decision. "That sounds good to me..."
"What about you?" The blonde gasped as sharp teeth nipped at his pulse point, slick tongue tasting his racing heart beat. "What do you want, huh?"
The taller man grasped his ass cheek and brought them together to brush their cocks along one another's. "I seem to remember you got a blow job Sunday morning... fair's fair..."
"Well you did get a hand job, so it wasn't completely unfair... but I think you'll like what I'm gonna do to you..." Danny grinned and brought the brunette down into another skin-tingling kiss, before turning him so his back was to the bed and shoving him down onto it.
Steve leaned up on his elbows and watched him with hot eyes as Danny crossed the room and dug a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside drawers, before returning to stand between his outspread legs which were hanging off the bed. He pushed up on his hands and began to shift up the mattress, but a hand on his thigh stopped him.
"Stay there," the Jersey man smiled at him, "just lie back and relax, babe."
Danny knelt between his knees on the carpeted floor as Steve settled back into his elbows to watch him, and the blonde made eye contact with him while he leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue up the whole length of his companion's dick. The tattooed man groaned, his dark eyelashes fluttering closed, but he opened them again to sustain the intimacy their gaze created, seeming to revel in it now they were alone together.
Danny took the head of his cock into his mouth, tongue delicately swiping around the tip and dipping into his slit to taste the precum gathering there. He was delicious, hot and musky and something unique, and the Jersey man needed more. He slid Steve further into his mouth and moaned, the vibrations travelling into the brunette and making him squirm and lay back on the bed to fully enjoy what he was receiving.
Danny took the opportunity to curl his arms under the taller man's thighs and drag him further towards him on the mattress, so his ass was right at the edge, and he pushed forward and deep throated his thick cock with practiced ease.
Steve bucked under him. "Oh holy shit! Your mouth, fuck..."
It was interesting to discover that it was the brunette's natural state to talk during sex. The Jersey man had thought the dirty words at the weekend had been purely due to Adam's request, but it appeared Steve was only the strong and silent type when outside of the bedroom. He hummed gently as encouragement and the filthy sound he received in return had his cock twitching.
He bobbed his head, varying the movements to keep it interesting for them both; pulling all the way back and flicking his tongue over the smooth skin, pulling him in with sucking pressure, then every three or four strokes swallowing him back deep into his throat and keeping him there for a few seconds at a time. Steve's fingers were curling into the bedsheets and the lascivious noises he was producing were getting Danny off all on their own.
"Jesus fuck... oh god, Danny..."
He loved hearing his name coming from that mouth, especially when Steve's voice was strained and gravelly like that. It made him push harder, take him deeper, want to pleasure the man endlessly. So many people had said his name that way in the past, but none of them had lit a fire in his belly quite like this.
He ran his hand along the inside of Steve's thigh to spread his legs wider, and then squeezed some lube onto his fingers. When his middle digit entered the brunette's ass he made a slightly undignified yelping sound which quickly dissolved into a voracious moan, and he pressed back against Danny hungrily, taking him to the knuckle.
The blonde pulled his mouth off him and wrapped his free hand around Steve's dick to stroke him slowly while he concentrated on fingering him, thrusting in a few times before adding a second. Then he hooked them around and brushed the tattooed man's prostate, and silently celebrated in the way he shuddered and wriggled under his touch.
As he returned his lips to Steve's cock the brunette tugged at the covers, and he began the blow job again in earnest as he plunged his fingers in and out of him. The dual stimulation had the taller man whimpering and flexing on the bed.
"Fuck Danny, I want to come with you inside me..." he panted roughly, and the Jersey man could barely handle the twist in his stomach at those words. Holy hell, this man was going to be the death of him.
He carefully added a third finger to prep the man, slowing his pace with his hand and mouth to ease the build of his climax so they could both fully enjoy the main event. Just the idea of them being together tonight, with nothing else bringing them to this point other than themselves – not their work, not money or clients, but purely their own choice... There was something so important about that, and Danny wanted it to be right.
Steve's breathing evened out a little as the oral sensations lessened slightly, and the blonde tenderly licked and sucked at him until he felt the ring of muscle around his fingers was loosened enough. Then he extracted himself from between the taller man's legs and leaned over him.
"Move back," his voice came out as a whisper. Desire had been rolling through him with every second he'd had to wait but he'd just wanted to make the other man squirm and fulfil his request.
And the tattooed man seemed to want to do the same for him, because he raised up under him and pressed his lips to Danny's, slipped his tongue into his mouth and gave him a deep, slow, heat-filled kiss which ended with his teeth tugging on the Jersey man's lips as he began to back up on the mattress.
A noise left the shorter man's mouth, and he wasn't embarrassed to admit to himself what it was; a raw, unadulterated whine of desperation. How the hell Steve did this to him, he didn't know, and he didn't care, as long as it kept happening.
He grasped the condom and followed the retreating brunette up the bed, rolling his shoulders as he moved and keeping his dark gaze well and truly focused on his prize. He couldn't comprehend how gorgeous Steve actually was. Yes, he'd seen him at the Hilton when they'd been with Adam, but he hadn't really let himself dwell too much on the other escort because he'd had his client's needs to fulfil, but now he was allowing himself to really see every inch of the tattooed man he just wanted to drink him in and drown in him.
Defined, solid abs, thick biceps and thighs that could probably crush him to death if he got them around his waist while they fucked... and wouldn't that just be a beautiful way to die? With his cock buried in that muscular ass and his mouth and hands somewhere, anywhere, on that tanned body.
His dick was so hard now it ached, and when he finally caught up with the brunette he had to throw his weight onto Steve's chest and take him down to the sheets so he could kiss him fast and hard. He blindly tore open the foil packet and put the condom on himself, and before he could reach for the lube the brunette's hand was already smoothing the slippery gel over his erection.
He gasped against the man's lips, the fact that he seemed as eager as Danny was to continue their adventure was erotic in itself, and the sensation of his big hand wrapping around his shaft even only for a moment was just heavenly. His other hand went to the back of the Jersey man's head to tangle into his hair.
"I want you so much, Danny. I want you to fuck me..." Steve's voice was raw and husky, and it sent a shiver through the blonde's body. As he spoke, his nails grazed the back of Danny's neck and the Jersey man's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation. That was a sensitive spot at the best of times, but when he was this far gone, so on edge... It was unbelievably intense.
The lascivious moan he released brought a chuckle from Steve. "Oh, you liked that, did you?"
"Holy shit, that felt good... oh f-" The rest of his response dissolved and his spine bowed inward as the brunette dragged his nails lightly over the skin again, and his mouth clamped over Danny's neck to worry at his throat gently.
All other thoughts left his mind, the only remaining intention being to complete the task he had begun. He quickly shifted his knees in between Steve's thighs, and the man below him willingly spread himself open for his lover. The blonde knelt up, having to tear himself away from the man below him so that he could concentrate on lifting his ass up and stuffing a pillow underneath him, ensuring he was at the right angle. He bent down again, hands sliding up his sides while his lips and tongue investigating the ridges of pelvic muscles that formed the wonderful V-shape beneath Steve's abs, the contours of his stomach, the treasure trail of dark hair that formed a line down from his chest. When he reached the brunette's pecs, he flicked his tongue over a nipple and the taller man hissed in response.
"Oh god... do that again..."
Wanting to elicit more reactions like that from his companion, Danny complied and swirled his tongue around the other nipple, feeling it harden under his attentions. When Steve moaned again, he began to use his teeth, and the taller man shoved his hand back into his blonde hair to scratch at his scalp while he whimpered and flexed, pushing back against the Jersey man as he pressed the head of his cock to the tattooed man's hole.
Danny couldn't hold back any more, electricity running down his spine from the assault on the back of his neck, and he rolled his hips down and forward to enter Steve. Their moans mixed together in the air between them, raw and unrestrained and sensual. The shorter man paused for a moment, giving his companion time to adjust, but Steve's ankles hooked around his thighs and pulled him all the way inside him.
Danny shouted wordlessly as he bottomed out in Steve's tight, slick heat, and he was left gasping into the other man's neck as he tried not to come too early, and the taller man grunted and tightened his grip on the blonde's hair. Normally his stamina meant he could hold off for so much longer, but it was such an intense feeling to be able to receive what he needed; make the noises he wanted, give and take without contract... It felt heavenly, and it was pulling him along for the ride.
He nipped at the jumping pulse point of the man below him, making him shudder and tug at his hair reflexively, and then he was pulling back to find their rhythm, one that fit them and had them both groaning and clawing at each other. He hooked his arm under his companion's leg, brought it up so his calf lay over the blonde's shoulder and the tattooed man was spread wide and exposed, enabling Danny to drive longer and deeper. Their senses were filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, harsh, breathy gasps and groans, the slide of fingers on sweat-soaked skin and the solid heat of one another's bodies.
His mouth found Steve's nipple again, his fingers dug into the brunette's biceps, and one set of the taller man's nails tickled the back of his neck while the other traced his spine from his tail bone to his shoulders and made all his hairs stand on end.
"Jesus fuck... that feels so god damn good," Danny gasped out before latching his teeth onto the nipple he'd been ignoring, his voice now muffled but still audible, "Don't stop, don't fucking stop!"
With his own sensitive areas being tended to, Steve panted out his lover's name and began to repeat it like a mantra as Danny's talented mouth attacked him with teeth and tongue.
The cocktail of experiences were too much, and the blonde felt like his skin was straining to try and contain him; his dick moving in and out of Steve, sliding so deliciously deep into that tight channel, the man's lusciously deviant noises like music to his ears, his blunt nails sparking unbelievable sensations of pleasure through Danny's body... a tight coil was forming at the base of his spine and he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't come soon.
As he pistoned hard into the tattooed god underneath him, their position allowing him to target the brunette's sweet spot and pull all manner of dirty, pleasurable sounds from him, he reached between them and began to stroke the brunette's dick with long, purposeful movements, flicking his wrist at the end of each caress. Steve's desperate moans finally gave way to a wordless shout as he spilled his hot seed over the Jersey man's hand and his own stomach.
He tensed around Danny, muscles contracting, and his leg tightened around his waist to pull him in sharp and deep. Watching the blissful expression on the other man's face caused Danny's grip on the world to fall away. His companion's name left his lips as a loud cry, and he pressed his forehead to Steve's chest as his release hit him like a freight train. Waves of ecstasy raced through his body, and he collapsed down onto the taller man as all his energy left his body and the endorphins flooded his system.
He pulled out and toppled to the side, lying next to the brunette as they both tried to get their breathing back under control and stop their muscles trembling.
"Holy fuck..." Steve's voice was quiet and shaky, but it broke into a chuckle at the end.
Danny giggled as well. "Oh god, Steve that was amazing... I forgot how good it was to just be able to ask for stuff I want and have it happen... that was so... intense... Jesus..."
The taller man rolled over and threw his arm haphazardly across the blonde, speaking into his shoulder. "Mmm your mouth and my nipples are my new favourite combination in life..."
Danny twisted so that Steve's head ended up tucked under his chin, and he slid his arms around the tattooed man and one leg in between his, embracing him as fully as possible.
The brunette tensed for a moment, seemingly unsure. The position was unbelievably intimate but it just felt all kinds of right, and when the other man relaxed into him it was perfection.
Steve squeezed him close and let out a long shuddering sigh that sounded like he was releasing a lot more than just air. Danny tightened his hold to reassure him, hoping they could work past whatever his issues might be, because something inside him told him this man needed him. And maybe, just maybe, he needed Steve.
And then he curled around the brunette's body so that the man's head was cradled against his solid, warm chest, and their deep even breathing lulled each other to sleep.