Ch7 is McDanno with a hint of Danny/Other, but it's safe to read everything even if you don't want to read the boys with anyone else- the bit at the end is purely there for my own entertainment, and there's no detail!
Danny woke in his bed, surrounded by a warm, solid weight. He was used to sometimes waking up with clients at hotels, and occasionally in their beds if they were locals, but when it came to his own bed it had been pretty much permanently empty since Rachel. The few relationships he'd had were short-lived for whatever reason, and so it wasn't unusual to be on his own.
This morning was different however, because it was his bed in his apartment, and his face was pressed into the chest of a tanned, muscular body. And the room smelled of sex. A smile crept onto his face as his brain engaged from the sleepy fog it had been dwelling in, and he remembered the events of the previous night.
Steve snored gently into the pillow he was grasping above Danny's head, his bicep under Danny's head. The shorter man carefully extracted his own arm from underneath the brunette and slipped out of his grip so he could massage the feeling back into his hand, and he leaned up to observe the sleeping masterpiece. Even with sleep-mussed hair and snoring, with dark eyelashes fluttering as he dreamed he looked close to godly.
The blonde dipped down to kiss his cheekbone lightly before carefully slipping off the bed, intent on not waking his companion.
Danny picked up the lube bottle from where it had fallen on the floor and stashed it quietly back in the drawer, grabbed some sweatpants to put on and closed the bedroom door behind him. He made his way to the kitchen and flicked the switches on his overly-complicated coffee machine to warm it up, and took two mugs from the cupboard.
He had his laptop out and was checking his emails from the agency before long, and he selected a job for the night which was simply listed as 'private function, male client' – code for a sleepover only job. He would have to go into the office to collect any further information, as that was never communicated via email.
He heard the sounds of someone shuffling about in his bedroom, so he got up and set about pouring another coffee. Steve emerged through the doorway in his jeans, but topless which Danny appreciated, just as the blonde was setting the mug down on the side.
"Morning," he gave the taller man a tentative smile, "milk and sugar?"
It had been quite a while since he'd had to deal with the 'morning after' scenario with someone who wasn't a client, and it always felt slightly awkward in the 'real' world, regardless of how well the previous night had gone. It must be even weirder for the brunette, who was in an unfamiliar place as well as dealing with the guy he'd slept with the night before.
Steve returned the smile and leaned against the archway into the kitchen. "Just milk, please." He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans slightly uneasily, but otherwise seemed relatively relaxed.
Danny fixed his drink and handed it to him, taking his laptop to the couch and picking up some of Grace's toys from the seat so Steve would be able to sit there as well. He hadn't cleared up the night before, not really expecting company. The taller man stared at the giant pink bunny plushie he'd dumped on the small table in the living room like it was going to bite him. He'd known Danny had a kid, had heard the words, but maybe seeing the evidence was making it seem more real.
"Is that Grace's?" He pointed at it as he tucked himself into the corner of the couch.
The Jersey man was a little distracted by the muscles in his torso and the way he folded onto the furniture as he sat, but he smiled when he realised Steve had remembered his little girl's name, even almost a week after telling him.
"Well it's hardly mine, is it?" he teased, sipping his coffee and tapping an email open.
Steve picked up the rabbit and studied it before tucking it under his arm and drinking from his mug. "The face isn't very cute..."
He was right, the bunny was kind of ugly. It had been a gift from Stan when he'd returned from a business trip to Las Vegas, probably a last minute airport gift shop job judging by the quality, and Grace wasn't all that keen on it. It had migrated to Danny's apartment from the Edwards' house and then never made it to her room, and he didn't think it was an accident.
"Her stepfather bought it for her," he said, voice tinged with only a small amount of bile, "She doesn't like sleeping with it."
"I don't blame her..." Steve smirked into his coffee.
Danny glanced up again and couldn't stop the slight upturn in the corner of his lips from looking at the fully grown, muscular tattooed man on his couch cuddling a fluffy toy animal while he sipped at his mug. It was seriously cute and he had to look away and distract himself.
"Do you uh, have any work tonight?" He was aware that his hair was a messy lost cause right now, but he pushed it back out of habit with both hands. The movement seemed to attract Steve's eyes to his chest as his shoulders flexed.
"Uh, no. I haven't had a call yet," he mumbled absently, gaze now hovering at the base of Danny's throat.
The Jersey man continued opening the attachments on his email, but his skin tingled under the intense observation.
"I have something. I'll have to head to Top Class to find out more, but it's local and won't involve me having to socialise with politicians, at least..." He placed the laptop on the table and stood, "I should have a shower."
Steve put his half-drunk coffee down and reached over with one hand to grasp Danny's waistband and pull him towards him, the other hand chucking the bunny over his shoulder.
"You don't have to go straight away though, right?" His voice came out as a purr and it went straight to the blonde's libido.
Danny looked down on him, and when Steve met his gaze from his relaxed position on the couch and gave him a lazy smile, all of the residual tension from their first awkward morning together just seemed to melt away. There was that silent communication again, the connection Danny had felt when they worked together at the Hilton so well, so seamlessly. He'd felt it again last night, when they just seemed to immediately understand one another.
He had to swallow hard as the brunette's fingers left his hip to trail over the fabric of his sweatpants down the front of his thigh.
"I... may have some time to spare..." he grinned.
Suddenly Steve was grasping his pants and bringing him down and forward, his knees ending up either side of the brunette's hips to straddle him where he sat. Danny put his hands out to the couch back to steady himself, and quickly dipped down in a move to kiss the taller man while Steve closed his eyes and tilted his head up, but he stopped just before their lips met. He wanted him so much, but last night had been all about rushed need and lust-fuelled fucking... This morning he wanted to see what it was between them.
So he hovered for a moment, their coffee-flavoured breath intermingling between them, and he watched from inches away as Steve's eyes opened again when he hadn't received the kiss he was expecting, and his line of sight flicked down to the Jersey man's lips and then up to meet his eyes again. He just needed to see how the man would react, wanted to know what was in his head; was this just lust... or something altogether deeper?
A small smile flickered across the brunette's lips as they searched one another's faces, and then he slowly moved forward to close the gap between them. Their eyes slid shut as their mouths met, the blonde angling his head a little to one side, and the kiss was heaven; a gentle, soft meeting of lips that Danny seemed to feel all the way through his body as he settled into his lover's lap and the taller man's hands slid up under his jaw to cup his face.
A shiver travelled down his spine and a small sigh escaped through his nose, the warm feeling in his chest almost overwhelming. Every time he kissed this man it felt like nothing else existed, the world just fell away and it was just him and Steve.
The tattooed man's tongue slipped out between his lips to run along the line of the blonde's mouth, tentatively requesting access. He let the kiss deepen but it still remained slow and tender, and his hands moved to run through Steve's short, untidy hair, needing more contact. Their tongues glided over each other's, seeking and investigating, and Danny leaned further forward until the other man's head was resting against the couch back and he was above him, stomach pressed to the tattooed man's chest and fingers brushing over Steve's neck and shoulders.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss in favour of oxygen, and stared down at the brunette. Steve's impossibly long eyelashes fluttered a little before drifting open and gazing back up at him.
"Fuck..." he whispered, breathlessly.
"Yeah..." Danny agreed, because that was utterly indescribable.
Steve creased his brow a little, like he was trying to gather his thoughts. "I mean... that was..." he cleared his throat and had to look away for a second, before his hazel eyes met Danny's baby blues once more, "Fuck..."
The blonde chuckled. "Yeah." Nothing needed to be said, really, not after that. He'd felt it too.
Then the tattooed man's hands were in his hair, bringing him down to press their lips together again, and this time it deepened straight away even though the pace was still lethargic and slow. The Jersey man groaned and delved his tongue further to invade Steve's mouth, and it built into something full of heat and passion, hands beginning to wander and massage and caress one another's bare skin as they threw themselves into the kiss.
Steve's hands smoothed down his back and under the waistband of his sweats to squeeze at his ass cheeks without the fabric barrier, and Danny shifted forward to grind against him. The brunette moaned into his mouth and pushed his hips up, his erection obvious as it moved against the shorter man's thigh, and then without warning he yanked the Jersey man's pants down around his thighs and pulled their lips apart so that he could duck down and take Danny's cock into his mouth.
The blonde shouted out and gripped onto Steve's shoulders, throwing his head back as the man's hot, wet tongue smoothed down the underside of his shaft and those gorgeous lips sealed around his girth to create suction. It felt glorious, and he moaned long and loud, Steve's hands going back to his ass to hold him in place.
"Fuck, oh god Steve..."
The brunette obviously liked hearing his name in that breathy tone because he growled and pushed forward on Danny's cock, taking him in further. The shorter man cursed a blue streak at the vibrations running through to his balls, and he dug his fingers into his lover's skin.
Steve pulled off his dick and lifted Danny up off him to topple him to the cushions. His sweatpants were off in seconds, and the taller man leaned down to kiss at a languorous pace down his chest and stomach before licking up his cock again as he quickly went to work removing his jeans. He was bare underneath, and the Jersey man groaned happily at the sight of his hard dick springing free from the denim.
The taller man tried to settle back over him, but Danny put his hands on his solid chest.
"Bedroom," he gasped.
That was the only instruction the tattooed man required before he was hauling Danny to his feet and making his way back through the apartment.
The shorter man took control once they were at his bed again, whipping the covers off and shoving Steve down onto the mattress. He straddled him again, leaning down to kiss him and nudge him up the bed until his back was sitting up against the pillows and headboard, their mouths connected the whole time, alternating between kisses and nips and tongues wrestling.
He eventually had to pull back so he could reach to open his drawer and grab a condom and the lube. He should have known the bottle wouldn't stay in there for long with this beautiful man still in his home. Steve rested his fingers lightly on Danny's hips and watched the blonde's hands intently as he tore open the foil packet and rolled the latex onto the brunette's weeping cock.
"Oh shit..." he sighed in anticipation and tightened his grip on the Jersey man's body.
Danny looked up as he squirted lube into his hand and grinned at the other man before kneeling up, ready to prep himself. He was used to doing it this way, when he took a client who wanted to top he would get himself ready rather than expect them to do it; after all they were the paying customer. But Steve looped his arms behind the shorter man's back and took hold of his wrist, gathering the slippery liquid onto his other hand from the blonde's and slid a finger inside him instead.
The Jersey man moaned and laced the fingers of his other hand into the tattooed man's hair, his slicked hand coming round between them to stroke up the brunette's erection. Steve kissed across his abs as a second digit pressed into him, his other hand pulling Danny's hips toward him and restricting his movements while he opened him up.
Despite the desperate need they both seemed to be feeling, each action was slow and languid, purposeful and specifically designed to elicit pleasure in the other man. Nails grazed skin and fingers kneaded muscle and flesh, and Steve's lips and tongue and teeth worked magic on the sensitive skin of his lover's cock when he took him into his mouth again, while the shorter man gasped and threw his head back.
The blonde curled his fingers into his companion's hair tighter and electricity zipped up his spine when Steve growled in reaction to the sensation. He repeated it to achieve the same result and groaned wantonly at the vibrations travelling along his nerve endings.
Three fingers were now pumping into him, and he couldn't wait any longer, so he reached back to take the brunette's wrist and pull his hand away. He shifted his knees forward and lowered himself down, and Steve leaned back against the headboard as he moved a hand to guide his own cock to the Jersey man's waiting hole.
Danny dipped down to lick into the tattooed man's mouth just as his cock entered him, and he sank himself inch by delicious inch onto him while they kissed. The stretch was perfect, just the right side of painful. As he gradually took his entire length and his ass came flush with the taller man's hip bones, the notion that Steve was exactly the right size for him, made specifically to fit him and fill him, flitted through his mind.
"Oh god, Danny..." Steve whispered against his lips, and the blonde pulled back to see his hazel eyes were heavy-lidded and full of heat, "You feel so damn good when I'm inside you..."
His words twisted something low in Danny's stomach and a tiny, desperate noise escaped his throat. "Steve..."
The tattooed man's hands snaked around Danny's back and up to press flat palms against his shoulder blades. He pressed his cheek to his chest, holding him close in a tight embrace like he never wanted to let him go. The Jersey man stroked fingertips through his lover's hair and down his neck, kissing the top of his head and breathing in his scent.
The feeling of gentle intimacy was unbelievable; the slow build and the need to just hold one another, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this wasn't some fleeting affair. This was something more. They needed each other, for reasons he didn't fully understand yet, and all he wanted to do was be with this man until whatever part of their damaged souls were healed.
He lifted the brunette's head away from his chest and took his lips tenderly, his heart twisting with the sigh that escaped Steve's mouth in between kisses. He raised himself up, breath catching when the head of the other man's cock rubbed over his prostate, and began a slow and perfect rhythm. He rolled his pelvis and tensed his abs as he rode him, their gasps and moans swallowed by the other, and the slow climb of their orgasms was echoed by the gradual increase of the blonde's pace.
They moved together for what seemed like hours, sweat trickling down Danny's back and a sweet burn in his thighs from the work out, and the coiled feeling in his stomach tightened incrementally every time his sweet spot was stimulated. As Steve's breathing became heavier and more uneven, Danny pulled away so they could heave in much needed oxygen. Their eyes met again, and he couldn't look away even as he felt his climax reaching breaking point. He dug his fingers into the brunette's shoulders again and tried to control the desperate sounds being torn from his lungs.
"I'm so close Danny," Steve huffed out a ragged breath, "I want you to come, I want you to come for me..."
"Steve... oh god..." he panted roughly, finding himself right on the edge, and the feeling of the tattooed man's lubed hand sliding round his cock and stripping firmly down the length of it as he stared deep into his gorgeous multi-coloured eyes sent him over. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling Steve's gaze fixed on his face even as the waves of pleasure hit him full force and his cum painted the other man's torso while he shouted his lover's name.
He bucked his hips and pressed his face into the curve of Steve's neck as the man lifted him up and plunged his cock into him once more while Danny's muscles spasmed around him, ripping his orgasm from him and taking him to completion.
He moaned as he came, whispering the blonde's name against his skin and squeezing his arms tighter around Danny reflexively to bury himself deep inside his ass as his muscles trembled.
When the Jersey man's brain came back online, he found the wherewithal to disentangle himself from the other man and move off him to collapse by his side on the bed. Steve slid his body down fully onto the mattress and lazily curled himself around the blonde while they came down from their respective highs, snuggling into him. It felt wonderful, perfect, so fulfilling to hold the tattooed man in his arms while he in turn was embraced so completely by those strong arms.
Their pulse rates and breathing settled back to normal, and Danny was just beginning to drift off when the brunette's voice reached his ears, vibrating through his chest where his forehead laid against it.
"You are so beautiful when you come, you know that?"
"I don't think anyone's ever told me that before," he smiled and chuckled a little, feeling a blush colour his cheeks as he was caught unawares by the comment.
"It's true," Steve smiled against him. He went quiet and still for a few minutes, before eventually taking a deep breath and speaking again.
"I'm sorry that I kept pushing you away, that I acted like an asshole... I just... I didn't know what to do with how I felt when I looked at you. It's hard for me to let people in..." He pulled away from the shorter man's chest and made eye contact with him again, "But I'm glad you came after me last night."
Danny slid his hand over the man's cheek and cupped his jaw. "Listen, I don't know what this is yet. But I know I wanna find out. I want to see what I've been missing out on..."
Steve bridged the gap between them by kissing him again.
"Me too," he licked his lips and laid back on the bed, taking a deep breath like he needed to centre himself, "So when you said about getting 'involved', did you mean..?" He trailed off and stared at the ceiling, and that look of vulnerability was back again, as if he felt he'd said too much.
The blonde gazed at his companion, because this conversation had gotten very serious, very quickly, but he wasn't about to back away from it. "Do you think you can handle being in a relationship with an escort? I mean, I'm still going to be sleeping with other people for work..."
Steve looked at him again. "Yeah, I think so. But I need to ask you the same question."
The blonde smiled, feeling the need to define what he was feeling for their self-assurance. "When we do what we do with clients, it's a job. It's fucking and screwing and no emotions ever come into it... but what you and I just did... that was so much more..."
The tattooed man nodded, seeming to understand what he was saying, so he continued.
"So as long as we keep that for ourselves, as long as we don't give that part of us away to anyone else... I'm fine with that. If you are?"
Steve rolled to kiss him again, his hand cupping Danny's cheek. "I think that's perfect," he smiled, "so it's agreed, with customers we have sex, we fuck and we screw and we do the sleepover experience-" he cringed at the use of his lover's phrasing which made the Jersey man laugh, "-but we, you and I, we have something different..."
The blonde smiled at the other man softly. Because yes, that was it precisely; even if it was too early to say the words yet, they both knew that what they were doing was something a lot more important than sex. It was making love.
"Exactly," he kissed him back, glad to know they understood one another completely, "Perfect."
The rest of the morning went too quickly as far as Danny was concerned.
The two of them dozed for a while until forcing themselves to get out of bed and have a shower. They had washed one another affectionately and shared long, luxurious kisses under the spray of water. It was delicious and beautiful, but it eventually had to end.
They had gotten dressed, Steve borrowing a pair of Danny's boxers which did funny things to the blonde's stomach to see him in his underwear, and mumbled something about calling his agency before hugging him tight, promising to text him later. The two men stood in the doorway, and before he could say anything else his lover was pulling him close and kissing him deeply before disappearing into the early afternoon sunshine.
He was quickly becoming dangerously smitten with Steve, and he was enjoying every second of it.
He spent the afternoon in an unusually good mood, dropping down to his firm to receive the handwritten notes and hotel key. Interestingly, it wasn't one of the usual establishments like the Kahala or Hilton, but a motel tucked away on the edge of Waikiki. Good quality, but private and out of the way.
The list included bondage, submission kinks, strong language and rough treatment, and the only client details he was given was a first name. Sam.
Normally Danny wouldn't go for such a secretive job, but it was higher pay than usual and he was feeling positive after last night. He decided he was up for a challenge, so he headed home and dug through the chest in his walk-in wardrobe which he kept locked, and selected his supplies carefully. Leather paddle, cuffs, dog collar and sex toys were all transferred into his black holdall, and he opened up his laptop to get some ideas for the night. His Google search history had probably got him onto some government list by now, anyway.
The phone in his pocket buzzed and he opened up the text.
[S] Picked up a job. Some political gathering in Waimea, female client.
He smiled at the words on the screen, almost hearing his lover's distaste for politicians. During their chat with Chin and Kono in the bar the other night, Steve had expressed how bored he got at those functions.
[D] Hope you have fun, I know you adore that sort of party.
He continued his research until he received another message.
[S] Oh yeah, the fun never ends. Got after hours work though. You?
The Jersey man grinned and simply snapped a photo of his laptop screen to send in reply. The current page was about safe words and domination techniques, with pictures of masks and chains down the side.
[S] Oh wow. Now that I'd like to witness.
[D] Maybe if you're a good boy... He chuckled to himself, Steve was so easy to tease.
[S] Always... sometimes... okay, I'm never a good boy. Text you tomorrow.
[D] Try not to fall asleep tonight. Speak to you in the morning.
Feeling even more buoyant now, the blonde headed to the motel for 8pm, dressing in all black and ready for his client to arrive at 8.30. He laid his equipment out on display on the desk near the bed, giving his client an immediate taster of what was to come upon their arrival, to tempt, arouse, and give them a chance to say no. He also placed some water bottles on the bed side table for hydration.
When he heard the key in the lock, he stood and waited with the cuffs in his hands.
It was lucky that Danny was a very good poker player, needing every iota of his self control not to react to the fact that his client appeared to be Governor Samuel Denning of the islands of Hawaii. The man gave him a nervous look as he let the door swing closed, ready to bolt or claim ignorance if it looked like his escort might be the type to kiss and tell.
It made sense now, the low-key setting and the secrecy in the paperwork. Denning was a high profile client with a lot to hide; the political world was not particularly accepting of sexual kinks, and BDSM with escorts could be career suicide if handled inappropriately or insensitively. The man would have been given a choice of all of Top Class's workers, and would have had to go on reputation alone.
Danny felt a little honoured to be trusted like that, and word of this would never pass his lips. The Jersey man gave him an easy, reassuring smile.
"Sam?" He called him by the name given on the notes, giving him the anonymity he had obviously requested.
The tall, dark-skinned man nodded, seeming to relax a little. So the guy liked to be dominated by short blondes? Danny could do that for him, no problems.
He got the formalities out of the way, keeping his voice calm and even so as not to ruin the mood, as his client's anticipation levels would probably be sky high along with his adrenaline.
"I'm Danny. Ground rules: condoms always, I've read your file so I know what you want from tonight. If you want a drink, just tell me. Your safe word is 'pineapple', say it any time you need me to stop or if you want a break," he gestured toward the bed and the toys beyond, "Are you happy to begin?"
"Yes," the Governor's voice trembled a little, but it appeared to be with excitement more than anything now that the shorter man's words and attitude had reassured him. He dropped his car keys on the side table and flicked the room's door lock into the engaged position.
Danny let a dark heat filter into his eyes, and gave the man a confident and wolfish grin, dangling the cuffs out to the side from one finger. "Good. Now come here and get on your fucking knees, bitch..."
Yeah... he really really loved his job...