It was 11am Monday morning, and Steve marched into Five-0's headquarters with his boyfriend's lunch in a paper bag.
"Hey Steve!" Kono waved, leaning against the tech table in the main area. She had a big grin on her face the moment she spotted him, and the ex-con couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Hey Kono, Danny around?" He waved the bag at her. "He forgot this."
"Boss Man's in his office." She hooked a thumb toward the corner office door and waggled her eyebrows suggestively. She was adorable; smart, sexy, funny, and damn good at her job, and she seemed to love Steve despite his rocky past. She also loved the idea of Steve and Danny as a couple, specifically both of them together. She certainly wasn't shy about making them aware of it, either.
He gave her a dirty grin and headed for his boyfriend's door. He wasn't going to even try and look innocent, because despite him actually being there on a legitimate food delivery mission, there was no way he was going to resist harassing his lover in his place of work. Not after the ground work he'd already put in that morning.
"I'll make sure you're not interrupted for a while, yeah?" The Hawaiian woman smirked.
"Much appreciated," Steve returned the smile and winked, and she went back to accessing files on the table in a slightly more distracted way.
He knocked on the glass and waited for the detective to call out. The blinds on the windows were already down, he noted. Good.
"Yup, come in!"
He opened the door, and the blonde looked up from his paperwork, mildly surprised to see his boyfriend instead of one of his team, but he flashed him a grin.
"Hey Danno," he leaned against the door jamb and smiled back at the cop. He was wearing one of his damn ties again, and Steve did not approve.
He let his pen drop to the desk. "Hey, Smoothdog."
"I told you not to call me that," Steve dropped the food on his desk after closing the door behind him, but he was smiling at the affectionate nickname, "I brought your lunch."
"You didn't have to, babe, I could have picked something up." He got up out of his chair to slide one arm around the brunette's waist and reach up to bring him down into a kiss.
"Oh, but I did need to," Steve purred as he broke the kiss, and backed the shorter man into the desk where he drew in a sharp breath.
He'd been hiding it all morning, trying not to show it in the way he walked or acted, and the uncomfortable pressure had eased somewhat. But every now and then, when he sat down or bumped something solid, he was reminded of its presence.
Steve had attacked him in the shower that morning, given him a surprise blow job to distract him, and used the opportunity to slip it in. Then he was firmly told that it had to stay put. And he was being good today, because Steve experimenting was not something he wanted to discourage.
The taller man gave him an animalistic flash of his pearly whites, and leaned down to take his mouth again in a hot kiss, not bothering with the pleasantries of requesting entry and simply pushing his tongue into Danny's mouth. His hand went to cup the detective's crotch, quickly wakening his libido, and his other hand latched fingers into his belt.
Then he grasped the blonde's hips and spun him, his own erection grinding against his lover's ass and making the shorter man moan at the slight discomfort.
"I'm guessing from the way you're reacting that you've left my little present in?" He nibbled at the shell of Danny's ear and worked his way down to the lobe, taking it in between his lips.
"Yes, of course," the blonde groused a little, "Not my usual work wear though, babe. If we'd had a raid or something-"
"But you didn't," Steve cut him off, sliding a hand up around his throat to gently, but firmly, stroke his thumb and fingers over the stubble either side, "and it makes me very happy that you're following orders..."
The Jersey man sighed as his lover's hand snaked around again to unbutton his flies, and he let his eyes drift closed. Steve tugged his slacks and boxers down and slipped his hand back between them to slide his thumb down in between the blonde's cheeks and caress over the hard rubber there, making him gasp. He nudged it again, purposefully to draw another reaction from the cop.
"Fuck, Steve... when you said... I didn't think you'd be coming to the office..." he wasn't complaining though. He'd be lying if he said the thought of the brunette taking him at work hadn't crossed his mind multiple times.
"How am I supposed to resist bending you over your desk when I know you're ready and waiting, huh?" He smirked, licking a long line up Danny's neck from his collar to his ear, nipping the lobe again with sharp teeth and making him startle.
He removed the sachet of lubricant from his cargo pants pocket before unzipping and dropping them to hang around his thighs, then he ripped it open and smeared the contents down his shaft. He'd been hard since the moment he'd left the house, knowing where he was headed and what he was going to find when he got there, so now he was throbbing almost painfully and the cool gel soothed him. It was ironic, as this was supposed to be the solution for him not having to wait to have his way with his boyfriend, and it had probably resulted in having him turned on for a longer period of time.
He pushed on the cop's back until he leaned forward onto his desk, and then knelt on the floor behind Danny so that he could watch as he removed the butt plug. He moaned indulgently at the sight.
"Look at you, nice and open for me, waiting for me." He placed the toy on the desk next to his lover and dipped a finger into his stretched opening. "Fuck..."
Danny drew in another sharp breath as his boyfriend's tongue circled his entrance along with his finger sliding inside. It was sweet mercy to have that thing out of him. It hadn't been particularly large, only there to keep him primed for his man, but it had been hard to forget about and not easy to drive his car without causing minor discomfort.
As Steve's tongue slipped in further, he whimpered at the heat of his mouth. God it felt good to have him tend to him like that. They had their delicate and nights of love making, it wasn't all ropes and bruises, but sometimes that was exactly what he needed.
The mechanic withdrew and bit his ass cheek lightly, before standing behind him and pressing his cock to the blonde's prepared hole, tugging him back upright and gripping his tie over the knot, determined to make it useful for something. He couldn't hold back any longer, gripping his hip, pushing in and gliding his entire length inside that glorious silky heat.
"Oh f-" Danny's loud exclamation was cut off by Steve's other hand, because at least one of them remembered where they were, and the brunette wasn't too keen on getting his boyfriend into trouble.
"Shhh," he whispered in the detective's ear, pulling his hand away to wrap it around his throat instead, "Shut the fuck up or I'll just make you blow me and leave. You want that?" The threat was idle, he wouldn't really treat Danny that way, but he wanted to make sure his lover kept the volume down. It was like being back in cell 48, making sure the guards didn't catch them screwing on the bunks.
Danny whined softly. "No, no I want you to take me..."
"Good, because that's what I'm gonna do," he growled, his other hand dropping the tie and rucking up the bottom of the blonde's shirt and scratching nails over his abs.
The cop braced his hands on the wooden surface in front of him as he felt his boyfriend withdraw his cock. It felt thick and unyielding inside him, fitting him and filling him perfectly, and he longed for it the moment it was gone. He thought the taller man would drive back into him, but he was pleasantly surprised when his lover began a slow, intense pace, sliding all the way back in and making sure to push against his sweet spot as he moved, before pulling back so just the head of his dick remained inside.
He kept the motion going, taking his time and rolling his hips, working them both into a slow build of ecstasy. His strong fingers pinched one of Danny's nipples and he made an undignified noise, squeezing his eyes closed tighter. That man was a fucking god, knowing exactly how to take the blonde in all the right ways.
"Fuck, Steve..." he whimpered the words, fingers clawing at the desk.
The taller man gripped his throat harder, though not enough to leave marks, and grazed his teeth over the back of his boyfriend's neck just above his collar.
"God you feel so good, Danny... so hungry for me..." His speed gradually began to pick up and his hips jerked against the cop's ass. One of Danny's hands came back to grasp at his hip to pull him in harder, and Steve followed the guidance. He increased his rhythm, fucking into the Jersey man, bending him further over on the desk with his hand moving to the back of his neck to hold him there and give him leverage. The furniture shifted underneath them, moving a couple of inches out of place as the mechanic began to pound into Danny harder.
He felt so good, so hot and delicious, and he'd been desperate to bury his dick inside him for so long, he couldn't hold back. Steve came hard inside his lover, bucking against him and stifling his cry with his own hand. He had to take a moment to breathe through his high, before swiping up the butt plug and pressing it back into the blonde as he removed his cock.
Danny had just been on the brink of orgasm when Steve had stopped, but he didn't have any time to complain because the toy was quickly pushed into him and he was pulled upright and spun around. The mechanic was suddenly back on his knees in front of him, taking his neglected cock into his searing hot, slick mouth, and immediately deep throating him, growling deep in his chest and swallowing hard.
Steve had to hold his boyfriend back against the desk as his orgasm hit, and the blonde bit down on his own fist to keep from screaming the brunette's name. He drank him down greedily, licking him clean after the final spasms had wracked his body, and then he stood and kissed the detective hard as he pulled up his pants and zipped up.
The taste of his cum on Steve's tongue was heavenly, and Danny moaned quietly as the orgasmic haze cleared from his brain. He wanted to just settle into the warm, solid chest of his man and drift away, but the taller man was already drawing back and kissing his cheek and his forehead.
"I gotta go, Danno. Kai put me on the late shift because he needs my help tonight... but fuck, that was good..." His boyish grin gave way to a hopeful expression, wanting to ensure his boyfriend had enjoyed himself. "Did you like it?"
Still a little dazed, the cop giggled. "God yes..." he grinned, and kissed the brunette again, "Yes, definitely."
He pulled his pants up and rubbed at his ass a little. The plug would be coming out the first moment he got.
Steve stepped back up to him and looked down on his face, heat in his eyes. "God, you're so fucking perfect, you know that? I can't wait until I get home tonight, the thing I'm gonna do to you…"
Danny shivered, gazing up into those deep hazel eyes, breath still shaky. "I'll be waiting for you…"
He was rewarded with a smile that crinkled the corners of Steve's eyes. "I love you," the mechanic whispered, pecking the blonde on the lips and giving his tie an affectionate tug.
"I love you too, Steve," Danny replied. And he watched as his lover left for work, closing the office door behind him.
He straightened his clothes out and tucked his shirt back in, combed his hair back with his fingers and settled down into his chair again, a little more carefully this time.
Well, that was another fantasy fulfilled by the force of nature that was Steve - sex in the office could get a big tick next to it on his bucket list. If Danny had been the type to believe in that sort of thing, he might be pretty sure the man had been sent by the angels themselves to reward the detective for something he'd done very right in a past life.
There was a knock on the door and he called out for the person to enter, and Kono opened the door and leaned in. She had a big grin on her face.
"What's up?" He asked nonchalantly.
The Hawaiian woman's eyes sparkled. "Steve said you might need help shifting your desk back into place?"
He couldn't stop the red blush the crept up his neck and into his cheeks. "Fuck off, Kalakaua." He threw his pen at her as she beat a hasty retreat, giggling.
Okay, maybe Steve had been sent by the devil instead...
Kai set him to work on a road bike when he got in, and he spent the majority of the afternoon bringing the Kawasaki back to health and polishing it up for its owner.
After 5pm when everyone else had gone home for the evening, the local man ordered in some pizza and invited Steve into his office, gesturing for him to take a seat.
"Bruh, there's a reason I put you on late shift. I need you to do some specialty work on a few cars for me. Important customer, pays well. And I know you need the extra money right now." He kicked his feet up onto the desk while Steve ate his food and listened to him. "You're a good worker, you're trustworthy, so I wanna give this gig to you. I think it's up your alley."
Steve smiled at him. "I really appreciate that, Kai. I could definitely do with some extra cash."
"Come with me, I'll show you what we need." His boss beckoned to him and walked out of the back exit of his office, down the fire escape and into a warehouse that backed onto the garage. Steve followed, curious. He'd worked there for three months and hadn't known this building belonged to Kai.
Inside the large space were four muscle cars; a Dodge Charger, two Ford Mustangs, and a Chevrolet Camaro.
"This all need a re-spray, some repair, new license plates and... as an extra service for this client," he lifted the hood of the nearest vehicle and tapped on the VIN plate on the engine block, "these are getting replaced."
Steve creased his brow. "That doesn't look damaged, why does it need replacement?"
Alana grinned. "The new VINs may not entirely... match?"
The brunette crossed his arms. He knew what this meant, he wasn't an idiot. The garage owner was in with someone to re-sell vehicles ilegally, strip them of their old identities and create new ones. These muscle cars were stolen goods.
"Kai, I can't have anything to do with this man. I'm fresh outta prison, I don't wanna go back in."
The man held his hands out in a friendly gesture, still smiling like he was asking his employee to wax a Buick or some other mundane task. "That's why I came to you, bud. You know what you're doing, you know the criminal underworld around here, and you've got a vested interest to not let anyone find out about what's going on. I know you're not afraid to get your hands dirty..."
"I don't want this, I'm on the straight and narrow now." The brunette backed towards the door. "You do remember I'm dating a cop, right? He's the one who got me the job here?"
Kai sighed, his toothy grin fading. "I had hoped that wouldn't come into it..." he leaned back against the car. "Thing is... I've been listening to you these past few months, reading between the lines. I know you're not getting enough money in to pay your way in that little domestic life of yours. I know you're dipping in to whatever little savings you have to make ends meet, and you don't want your lovely Danny to know that because, for some weird reason, you feel like you need to prove yourself to him. Whatever, I don't care about that. Fact is this: no one gets hurt doing this-" he made a wide gesture to the cars, "and you make a couple grand to keep you going. Williams doesn't need to know, no one needs to know, except us."
Steve continued to back up, and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I can't." He began to turn away.
"I didn't want to have to do this, man..." Alana sighed, "If you walk out that door, I'll clear out this warehouse so there's no evidence. Then I fire you, and I tell your PO and little lover boy I caught you stealing from me."
The ex-con froze, and cast an angry glare back at the Hawaiian man. "You've got nothing on me, Kai. I haven't taken anything."
Alana shook his head and laughed. "I've already planted stuff in your locker, bruh. And in other places too, so don't think you can just go get rid of that. I had a feeling you'd be difficult... there's drugs in there for good measure too, and I can make it look real bad for you. I'm a great actor."
Steve could feel his pulse in his ears, blood rushing through his veins. He felt trapped, and he hated that feeling. He wanted to lash out, but where would that get him? More ammunition against him for Kai.
The native man walked towards him with his arms wide again, a soft smile on his face. "But it doesn't need to be like that, Steve. Just do this work for me, huh? You get your money, we all walk away happy... and no one gets hurt..." The friendly voice carried a thinly veiled threat.
Steve met his solid gaze and immediately knew he'd meant every word about lying to his boyfriend. He would ruin him. But Danny would see through it, right? He'd know Steve wasn't on the take... wouldn't he?
He began to shake his head again, and Kai put his head on one side and spread his arms, giving him the innocent act. But he spoke like he knew exactly what he was doing, boldly and confidently.
"Your boy is a cop, Steve. A detective. You get into trouble, get accused of some shit like this? He can't stay associated wit'you. And it's not just him, ay? What about the other Five-0 lot? Your Parole Officer? HPD? Who they gonna believe? A local straight up business man with a legit garage, who has never been in trouble in his life?" He gestured to himself, a bright smile on his face. And then he pointed to Steve and his eyes went dark, voice harsh. "Or you? Ex convict. Criminal. Con man... you've thieved and lied and cheated your way through life. No one will believe you. Not even your Danny."
Steve looked down at himself. It was true, no one would believe him over Kai. He was scum, he knew that; no point in telling himself otherwise. And everyone knew it really - they put on sweet smiles and played friends, but they all knew who he was and what he'd done. Kono, Chin, Meka... Danny...
Danny had seen him in prison, saw the way he used to use and disregard people. He knew he wasn't trustworthy. Steve had changed, but his man couldn't know that for sure. His past was destroying his future.
He looked up at his boss again, glanced over towards the cars. As long as no one was actually getting hurt... and it would secure the money he needed to keep up his side of the bills. He had minus figures in his accounts with the bank, and he didn't have much leeway to go with his overdraft before he hit broke...
He nodded sadly, and met Kai's gaze. He would just have to work out a way to forgive himself.
"It's a one time deal," he said sternly.
The man just laughed. "We'll see..."
"Hey babe," Danny shouted to Steve from the kitchen as the mechanic walked in through their front door. It was almost ten in the evening. "You're late back, was there lots of work?"
"No, no," the brunette called back, "I just walked back..." That much was true. He'd had to clear his head. But he'd also spent the last few hours starting on the Dodge, removing the VIN plates which, in itself, was a criminal act, and replacing them with the fake ones, and he'd done the first coat on the respray, the red paint still flecked on his arm to remind him of his deeds.
Danny walked into the room, drying his hands on the dishcloth after finishing the washing up. "You should have called, you goof, I'd have picked you up!"
"I wanted to walk, get some fresh air, y'know?" He shrugged, giving him a smile which he hoped looked genuine, and dumped himself into the soft couch.
The blonde threw the cloth over his shoulder onto the floor and straddled the ex-con's legs playfully, getting his knees up onto the cushions either side. "Well I hope you're not too tired, because I seem to remember you saying something about this evening in my office earlier..." he trailed off when Steve wouldn't meet his eyes, and leaned back, "You okay, babe?"
Steve nodded and finally looked up at him. "Yeah, sorry D, I'm just exhausted is all..."
Danny didn't know what was going on, but it was unlike his boyfriend to be this evasive. He did seem tired, though.
The cop didn't expect sex every night, they'd had their days off and it wasn't the entire basis of their relationship, so he carefully climbed off the taller man and settled in beside him. Something had changed between their rendezvous at the Palace and now, and the detective in him immediately wanted to work out what it was. But for now the boyfriend in him just wanted to take the man in his arms and comfort him, protect him from whatever ailed him. He didn't like it when his lover was down.
He decided not to press Steve over what was wrong. He knew the man had his trust issues, so he would have to let him come to him if it was anything important. If it was just a passing thing, well he obviously didn't want to talk and it would be over soon; if it was bigger than that, he'd just have to wait.
So he curled his legs under himself and pressed his body into Steve's side while the mechanic clicked the remote to turn the TV on, and wrapped his arm around his shoulders to kiss his temple.