Steve closed the hood of the Mustang just as Kai walked into the warehouse.
"They're all done." He patted the metal, and watched as his boss inspected the vehicles.
All four muscle cars now had new paintwork, any damage repaired, and each one was in full working order with old licence plates and VIN plates replaced with new. Of course, each one was also now equipped with a homing beacon hidden inside the body work for Five-0 to track them down later, not that Alana needed to know that...
Steve was seeing how this undercover stuff could be fun – knowing that he was going to get one over on the garage owner definitely felt good – but he also knew it was going to be strenuous. He was now essentially a CI for the task force, and during their hurried meeting at the Palace that morning, they had requested that he go deeper under cover.
His boyfriend hadn't been especially happy about having to ask that of him, fearing for his safety, but Steve had told him he'd be careful, and the team had agreed with the brunette. That in itself was reassuring to him, and to the detective, but Danny had still placed strict rules on his lover, and the ex-con bowed to the man's greater law enforcement experience.
"Good work, McGarrett. There'll be more where they came from too, I'm gonna need you to do this again next week, we got five more cars coming in." The Hawaiian man dug inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope, handing it to Steve.
The brunette opened it and let out an appreciative sound at the cash inside. There was enough in there to ensure his way was paid for a good couple of months and take care of his debt to the bank, but he had to swallow past the lump that formed in his throat when he remembered he'd have to hand it over as evidence to the task force. Shit.
As per the plan, he acted as if he grudgingly needed more work.
"Uh, Kai... I... do your customers need anything else in the meantime, like... I dunno, I'm useful in lots of ways." He remembered Danny's advice. We don't know who these people are or how they operate, what they might need. So be broad, non-specific, and make it sound like there's nothing you won't do for some extra cash...
His boss gave him a suspicious look. "On Monday you said you wanted none of this, now come Friday you're asking for extra?"
Fuck, he was hoping this would be easier. And the wire he was wearing was going to pick up everything and broadcast it back to his lover...
He stared down at the bills in the envelope again and let out a dejected sigh. "You know I'm screwed for money, Kai... I need more, I can't afford my half of the bills... listen, as long as Danny never finds out about this, I can do what needs doing." He forced his eyes to meet the garage owner's and hoped his acting skills were up to par. "Can you talk to them for me?"
Alana stared him down for a minute, and he refused to flinch, letting a bit of embarrassment leak onto his face to look genuine. Finally the native man nodded, his mouth stretching into a toothy grin because he thought he'd got his claws into the ex-con. His fake friendly act returned with vigor.
"Okay bruh, I'll see what I can do. Meantime I need you out of here so I can arrange pick up of these babies," he gestured to the vehicles, "So you go home to your little boyfriend and I'll message you." He clapped the brunette hard on the back, trying to reinforce the message that he owned him now, and the taller man had to rein in his urge to punch the jumped up douchebag in his smug face.
Steve nodded gratefully and pocketed the money, making a swift getaway like he always did. He left as if he were walking home as normal, but less than ten minutes later he was being picked up on the side of the road by Danny in his Camaro, towel already laid out on the passenger seat for him and his stained clothing.
The drive to the Palace was quiet, with the blonde leaning over to squeeze his boyfriend's knee in a comforting gesture. They pulled up in the dark parking lot, not many people around after 11pm on a Friday, but they were convening with the rest of the team at HQ who had been with Danny in an undercover van near the garage, recording Steve and Kai's interaction.
The brunette went to climb out of the car, but Danny put a hand on his arm to stop him.
"What was that about your half of the bills?" he asked softly, making sure to leave any accusation out of his voice.
The mechanic stared at his hands in his lap. "I uh..." As proud as he was, as much as he wanted to look like he was dealing with life outside Halawa's walls, he had to be honest now. "I'm not earning enough, Danno," he mumbled, "I had to use my overdraft to top up my wages and pay my way... I have nothing left... that's why I did this."
Danny rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. "Why didn't you say anything before now?"
"What am I supposed to do, huh?" Steve asked, a little too sharply, and he had to school his misdirected anger, releasing his tension in a long breath. "I was the boss in prison, and now I'm out I'm... I didn't want to look like an asshole, like I can't contribute. I didn't want to rely on you..."
The detective squeezed his leg again. "Well you know what? That's what happens in a relationship, babe... you rely on one another, you hold each other up. I wouldn't have thought any less of you, Steve," He made eye contact with the brunette across the short distance between them, "Listen, I took you on knowing that I might have to look after both of us, that was my decision, and I was amazed when you insisted on paying half of everything. I should have known you wouldn't be bringing that in from the garage. But shit, you shouldn't have let your pride get you into trouble..."
Steve wanted to argue, but he knew his lover was right. His self-reliance needed some adjustment if he was going to learn what being in a relationship was all about. It was still new to him to allow anyone into his life, let alone be so open.
"I just wanted to make you proud of me," he whispered.
"I am. That's not gonna change." The Jersey man smiled at him, a big genuine smile that reached his eyes and made them twinkle even in the low light. "You're a lot more capable than you think you are, Steven. We can see that, and someday you will as well. Until that time, I will just have to inform you of that fact every day until it eventually gets through your thick skull, huh?"
The ex-con smiled and leaned over to kiss the detective, cupping his cheek, and Danny pressed his hand against Steve's neck to soothe him.
"C'mon Smoothdog, we gotta head inside and then get home to bed. It's gonna be a long hike tomorrow."
Danny was regretting agreeing to the expedition. He would much rather be at home on the couch; it was difficult enough surmounting the slopes that Steve seemed to take in his stride, and with a five year old on his shoulders it was damned near impossible. But he also loved seeing his boyfriend in his element, so that meant enforced physical activity and fresh air.
Billy was squealing and wriggling about, making it all the more difficult, but the blonde had promised his partner he'd give him some time alone with his wife and that's what he was going to do. The kid was sweet, and he got on with his Uncle Danny like they were actually related, so it was easy to babysit him. And Billy and his daughter loved each other too.
He looked up ahead to see Steve and Grace, hand in hand, just reaching the top of the ridge. It was a beautiful sight that made his heart do little flips, because seeing the way the brunette interacted with his little girl was unbelievable.
Rachel had been less than pleased at the idea of a convicted criminal getting involved with her ex-husband, let alone the fact that her daughter would be interacting with said parolee on a semi-regular basis when seeing her father. But even she'd had to admit, after seeing the gentle way that Steve talked to Grace at the barbecue they'd had, the laughs they'd shared and his caring nature, that maybe the fact that he'd been a con man didn't mean he wasn't also a good man deep down. He'd never hurt a child, that much was clear, and he adored Grace.
He'd proven himself reliable and capable with the little girl on more than one occasion. He'd collected her from school once when Danny was working late on a case, and the detective had arrived home to find his lover sitting on the couch painting his daughter's nails. It was probably the most adorable thing he'd ever seen, and the guy who had been yard boss in Halawa prison hadn't given a crap about how manly he looked because Gracie had wanted pink nails and her wish was his command.
He marvelled at how everyone could see the fluffy marshmallow that was Steve McGarrett under the rough exterior, even if the mechanic couldn't see it himself. Even Amy had been fine with them taking Billy into the mountains, stating that if Danny trusted him then she trusted him.
Steve had told him that the Hawaiian expression for 'family' referred to both blood and non-blood relations, and that's how he felt about his colleagues and their partners and kids. Their ohana had taken his boyfriend in without a second thought, especially after he'd told them his feelings for the man he'd met in jail. The group of law enforcement officers had received the ex-con like he was one of their own, no misgivings and no bad feeling about his past. Because they trusted Danny, and his ability to judge character.
He arrived at the top of the hill just as Steve was hoisting Grace up onto his shoulders, and the brunette began pointing out the sights from the mountain top and naming them for the kids, and also partly for Danny's benefit. He told them the names of the towns they could see, the ridges, the mountains and their history, and he was clearly enjoying talking about the island he'd grown up on.
"My dad used to bring me and my sister up here when we were little, about Grace and Billy's age, actually," he imparted to his lover a little later as they walked and the kids ran about ahead of them on the trail and squealed.
Danny waited quietly for him to open up, knowing he rarely spoke about his dad or his childhood. He hadn't heard much about the subject since they'd been in isolation for a week in prison, and spoke through the hidden grate between their rooms.
"He was a good guy, I guess. He loved us, he just wasn't great at showing it. He wanted me to go into the Navy, wanted so many good things for us... but he wasn't one to show affection much," he looked softly at the blonde and slipped his hand around his waist to draw them together as they walked, "That's what I like about you, Danno. You're not afraid to show who you are, to be a great dad with Grace. You share all your emotions and wear them on your sleeve, and you don't care what anyone else thinks..."
"Yeah, but I hardly see her," the detective stared down at his feet, pretending to look out for trip hazards when in fact he was just feeling guilty about his daughter.
"That's not what it's all about..." The taller man reassured him, "Part of that's the job, y'know. But you're working to keep her world safe. It's long and unpredictable hours, being a cop, and I understand that about my dad now I can look back on it with a fresh perspective. And partly it's the situation with Rachel and Stan, which is something else you handle as well as you can... but when you are with Gracie, you're so fantastic... That's the important bit. She loves you."
Danny had to clear his throat, because hearing all this from the man he loved made his heart want to just give out. "I uh... Thank you..."
Steve stopped them in their tracks and turned the cop to face him while the children ran about in the grass, placing his hands gently on Danny's hips.
"Hey, I mean it. You're amazing, do you know that? You help people. You babysit just so your partner can get some private time with his wife, you take on idiot ex-criminals who can't look after themselves... you're such a good man, Danny..."
The shorter man smiled up at his boyfriend. "Don't make me sound so selfless, Meka will owe me for carting Billy off for the day, and as for my idiot criminal? Well I get this, don't I?" He looped his arms around the mechanic's back and squeezed them close.
Steve grinned at him. "Oh yeah, you definitely get this..." He leaned down and gently kissed the blonde, their lips meeting in a sweet, slow dance of promise while the wind teased and messed with their hair.
Steve was pretty sure they were currently acting out a scene from some sappy romantic film or book, but he loved it. He'd never given his heart to anyone before, never trusted anyone with something so personal and important. He protected himself from everyone, because like he'd once said to Danny, if he never opened himself up then no one would ever be able to hurt him. That was the way he'd always operated.
And then this loudmouth blonde ha'ole had shown up and taken a sledgehammer to all of his carefully constructed walls, finding his way inside just by being the man he was. The man Steve needed.
They were each other's yin and yang, day and night, sunshine and shadow; one simply having no meaning without the other. Danny was a cop, open with his emotions and outgoing, while Steve was a thief, closed off and private. They complemented each other perfectly, and Steve's innate need to dominate sexually was met perfectly in the middle by Danny's desire to be submissive.
He couldn't keep up his barriers when it came to that man, but he didn't need them, because he knew that he didn't have to worry about getting hurt.
"Eew!"
They broke apart to look down and see Billy staring up at them with an expression of vague disgust on his face. Five year olds didn't really get relationships, even hand holding was stupid as far as they were concerned.
"Why are you kissing Uncle Danno?" He asked Steve curiously. The boy had picked up Grace's nickname for her father pretty quickly about a year ago, and it had become combined with Uncle Danny to become a mix of the two.
The young girl came up behind him and smiled up at the two men. "Uncle Steve is Danno's boyfriend, Billy. They're allowed to kiss!"
She'd cottoned on to the two of them pretty quickly after meeting her dad's new 'friend'. She was intelligent, and good at reading people just like Danny, so when they'd decided to sit her down to have 'the talk' about a month ago, she'd interrupted their embarrassed stuttering about same-sex couples and told them she knew they were in love, that she didn't care that they were both boys or that her dad was seeing someone new, she just liked to see them happy, and could she have a strawberry shave ice, please? She was a very mature nine year old, and Danny was constantly amazed by his little angel. She'd got her shave ice and a day at the beach with her Danno and Uncle Steve, and he'd almost died from and overload of pride.
"Oh okay," Billy shrugged and wandered away again, unfazed.
Danny ruffled his daughter's hair while Steve pulled out his cell phone when it vibrated.
Meeting at 10am Monday for the overtime. 9.45am my office. Kai.
He showed the message to his boyfriend who grumbled to himself, still angry at the garage owner for trying to use his Steve like that.
"I'll call the team later and we'll discuss what we can do, but we shouldn't have to wire you up. Chin's been going on about laser bugging or something? God knows... anyway, you'll be fine." He squeezed the mechanic again and they followed the kids back down the trail.
Steve stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I just feel like something's gonna go wrong. What if I screw this up?"
"Babe, honestly. Just think of it like one of your cons. You've done it before. Just get yourself into the mindset before you head out on Monday morning, and it'll all be fine." The blonde nudged him in the ribs, light-heartedly.
The mechanic nodded. Danny was right, he simply had to think of it like one of his jobs. He was just afraid, because this one involved his boyfriend and the man's friends, and it would tear him up if anyone got hurt.
They spent the evening cooking with the kids and watching movies, before tucking them in for a sleepover in Grace's room and snuggling together on the couch to eat the remainder of the popcorn and absorb each other's presence. There was a low-key make out session, but nothing too heavy with the children in the house, and when they eventually went to bed they kept themselves decidedly PG rated.
On Sunday when they dropped Billy back home, a very cheerful-looking Meka greeted them at the door. He thanked Danny, then Steve, then Danny again, because he and Amy had certainly made the most of their privacy.
"I take back everything I said about married life, bruh," he grinned at his partner, waving them off.
They took Grace to the beach in the afternoon, and Steve promised to teach her how to surf, much to Danny's chagrin. He really didn't trust the ocean, but if anyone was going to be capable of looking after his little girl, it would be Steve... That didn't mean he wouldn't keep finding excuses for them to miss their lessons though...
They dropped his daughter back at the Edwards household at around 7pm, knowing that with the operation going ahead tomorrow, they would need Monday morning to prepare and not worry about organising the little girl's school run. She didn't mind having the weekend cut a little short, as she was very tired by that point and knew her father and his boyfriend had a big day planned, so although she didn't know what it involved, she understood.
Danny and Steve walked her to the front door, and the blonde went down on his knee next to her to give her a tight hug and a kiss on each cheek.
"Bye Monkey, Danno loves you," he mumbled into her hair. God he loved his little girl, leaving her was the worst part of his day.
Grace squeezed him and leaned back so she could see his face. "Love you too, Danno."
Steve crouched down next to them on the doorstep and reached his arms out to the young girl. "See you soon, Gracie," he smiled as she leaned into his embrace as well.
She gave him a little peck on his cheek. "Love you, Uncle Steve."
And then she was dashing inside the house, leaving the two men on the doorstep with dumbfounded expressions. The brunette looked over at his boyfriend. "Did she just say... did she just tell me she loved me?"
The cop was grinning like a loon. "Yes. Yes, she did."
He rose to his feet and held his hand out of the ex-con to help him stand, and as they walked back to the car he slipped his hand around the taller man's waist and pulled him in close to bump hips. If things got any more perfect, Danny was pretty sure he was just going to die right there and then.
Steve was stunned, still trying trying to work out what he'd done in his life to deserve this beautiful family. His lover meant the world to him, and his daughter had always been the icing on the cake as far as the mechanic was concerned. She was intelligent, sweet and good-natured, just like her dad, and for someone as innocent as Grace to see enough good in him to decide she loved him? It proved there was hope for anyone.
Once in the Camaro, the detective called his team one by one on the speakerphone and suggested they meet up to go over the plans once more, simply because he was nervous and wanted to ensure nothing went wrong. He dialled Meka first, who outright refused unless said meeting was at Sidestreets, and Steve couldn't help but smile at the Hawaiian man's obvious attempts to get his partner to chill out.
So Sidestreets it was.
"Man, I'd love to say it was like some buddy cop movie, like we were exact opposites and we got paired off and drove each other nuts? But nah, we hit it off from the start, right bud?" Meka grinned at his partner across the table in the booth they'd commandeered in the bar and clinked the neck of his bottle against Danny's.
The blonde smiled and nodded his agreement, but tilted his head a little as he shrugged. "Well yeah, for the most part... aside from you griping about the way I dress and calling me a ha'ole, we got along great."
His partner laughed. "But you are a ha'ole, bruh! That's not a bad thing, I liked that you had fresh eyes."
Kono snorted. "And you do dress weird, boss..."
Chin laughed and mimed adjusting a tie around his neck, making the others giggle.
The Five-0 leader put his hands up playfully. "Alright alright, this isn't 'bitch about Danny night' y'know!" he grumbled, but he couldn't hide the smile under the biting comment.
They'd begun the night going over the plan for the next day, and then Kono had started off the drinking by buying in a round for everyone. That had been five drinks ago each, with none of the friends at all against staying for more, wanting to revel in their odd little family.
Steve tightened the arm that was wrapped around his lover's back and squeezed his waist warmly. It felt wonderful to be in the company of the task force, especially when the drink was flowing because that meant everyone was relaxing and allowing themselves to unwind. The conversation always got entertaining, usually at Danny's expense, when the ohana had consumed enough alcohol, though the Five-0 boss didn't really seem to mind the good-natured ribbing, and it just went to show how deep the team members' friendship ran. When everyone was free and easy then Steve found he could let himself just sit back and absorb the pleasant atmosphere of the group.
When the chatter turned to surfing, Danny pardoned himself from the team to go and get the next round of drinks, and Steve insisted on going with him to help him carry the bottles. The detective paid for five Longboards and the couple leaned back against the bar while they waited, looking back over at the three cops at the table and watching them interact.
"How did you manage it?" The mechanic sighed and glanced at his lover.
Danny turned his head to gaze at him curiously. "What do you mean?"
The brunette made eye contact with the Jersey man. "You gave me a home, friends and a family, Danny. I never had any of that before you."
The blonde shook his head and smiled at him lovingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I may have taken you into my home, babe, but that's where my work stopped."
The bottles were placed on the bar behind them and the detective gathered three of them up, but Steve took his arm before he could walk away. "I don't get it."
Danny smiled again. "What I mean is, I didn't make them like you," he waved toward the occupants of the booth, "that was all you."
The ex-con followed his boyfriend's gesture and watched the three native team members. At one point in his life he would have considered them his enemies, him versus the law, but it all seemed like a distant state of being now. They were good people; Meka's loyalty and honesty, Chin's intelligence and warmth, Kono's feistiness and strength.
The blonde continued. "I introduced you to them, but you made them your friends, Steve. Same with Gracie. You may not think that people like you, but there's just something about you when you open up that makes others want to get to know you. You act hard, but you're a fucking half-baked cookie, babe. You're a teddy bear, whether you want to admit it or not."
The mechanic could feel the heat of a blush rising up his chest and neck at the mere thought of someone thinking he was soft and gooey, and he tried to glare at his lover, but he couldn't quite manage it. Because he should know by now that Danny saw past his tough exterior every time. Instead he leaned in to give him a quick, shy kiss before grabbing the two remaining bottles and leading the way back across the room.
As Danny settled in next to Kono in the middle of the bench, and Steve took his place on the end again, he grinned slyly to himself as he decided he needed to prove to his boyfriend that he wasn't losing his hard 'prison boss' edge just yet.
While they listened to Chin regale the group with stories of when he first joined the HPD, the brunette slid his arm back around Danny and leaned in close to his ear, letting his hot breath skitter over his skin while he spoke quietly.
"You think I'm a teddy bear, huh? Think again..."
Goosebumps raised on the detective's neck, and he began to turn his confused eyes onto Steve before startling when the man's other hand slipped between his legs and cupped his dick through his jeans.
He made a tiny noise in the back of his throat and tried to control the heat that reactively coloured his cheeks pink. Trust McGarrett to take his compliment as a challenge...
Meka looked over at him, noticing his sudden change in demeanour, but the blonde quickly disguised his reaction with a smile and a sip of his beer, waiting for his partner to turn his attention back to their colleague before throwing a burning scowl at his boyfriend.
Steve just flashed him his pearly whites and went back to pretending to listen to Chin. Meanwhile, his hand was still caressing his lover's cock, and he could feel it hardening through the denim under his fingers. Danny tried to surreptitiously prise his hand away under the table, but the brunette simply pinched the inside of his thigh hard until he stopped fighting him.
Keeping his expression neutral was going to have to be his main focus, the detective realised, and if he continued to try and wrestle the ex-con's strong hand away from his crotch then he was just going to end up drawing attention to the situation. So he placed both hands firmly on the table, one clutching his beer and the other palm pressed to the cool plastic surface to ground himself. He tried to focus on the feel of the cold bottle in his hand, the beads of condensation which ran down the sides of the glass and over his fingers, anything but the hot hand which moved over his thighs and flexed against his fast-forming erection.
Steve squeezed, just to see what would happen, and Danny squeaked, covering it quickly with a cough and a hand to his mouth. Meka and Chin were too wrapped up in their discussion to notice, but the brunette saw Kono give her boss an interested look before switching her attention back to her cousin.
The cop could feel pin pricks of sweat forming on his forehead and the back of his neck as he attempted to even out his breathing, his now obvious arousal stealing much-needed blood from the rest of his body, which luckily reduced the blush which had been creeping over his face.
Upping the ante, Steve leaned in as if he were just cuddling up to his boyfriend, putting his lips up close to the shell of his ear again.
"I'm gonna take you home and fuck you so hard," he whispered, smiling sweetly so that anyone watching them would have no idea of the filth he was uttering, "I'm gonna break you, Williams. I will screw you until you. Scream. My. Name..."
The blonde did his level best to ignore him, but that only made him want to push harder. His palm undulated against his boyfriend's dick and he breathed against his neck, quiet voice filled with dark heat. "Are you thinking about my mouth on your cock, Danny? Are you imagining me sucking you off?"
He hadn't been, but he damn well was now… Danny stopped breathing, because he could feel a whimper forming in the back of his throat and there was no way in hell he was going to let his team know he was being slowly tortured by a horny mechanic with wandering hands.
"Are you okay, Danny?" Chin asked, concerned, "You look a bit pale."
Danny nodded a little too vigorously and took another deep gulp of his drink.
"I think we need to head off, really," Steve spoke to the group and smiled, taking the pressure off his lover a little. "We have a long day tomorrow."
The two men opposite them made agreeing noises and began to gather their jackets and finish their beers.
Kono leaned around Danny's rigid back to catch Steve's eye. Her tone was hushed so only they could hear, and she bit her lip. "Oh, please don't stop on our account..."
The flush of colour returned to the detective's face as he realised the acoustics of the booth with its high-backed seating had enabled the young woman to hear every word Steve had been whispering to him.
"Right, yes, time to go!" He shoved the taller man out of his way in his scramble for a speedy exit, gripping his boyfriend's wrist and hauling him across the bar without a second glance back towards his friends as he yelled "See you all in the morning!" He hoped to god no one had spotted the bulge in his pants.
Once they were outside in the cool night air, he spun and smacked Steve hard in the chest. "You are a fucking animal!"
The brunette grasped his t-shirt and pushed him into the wall of the building, pressing the entire length of his body against the shorter man's. "Oh, I think that's an established fact..." he purred, ducking down to nibble at the cop's earlobe.
"Oh sweet Jesus," Danny moaned and melted against him. It was Steve's best and worst feature; his knack for taking control and knowing exactly what to do, precisely how to disable the detective, derail his argumentative side and leave him defenseless. He dug his fingers into the taller man's hips and ground against his thigh, desperate for the contact.
Then he was being hauled away from the bricks and toward a waiting taxi. They'd opted not to drive to the bar, knowing alcohol would be involved, and the blonde was doubly glad for that decision now, because even if he'd had nothing to drink he was pretty sure that being this distracted by Steve would probably count as driving under the influence anyway.
Shameless as ever, the mechanic spent the entire journey assaulting his lover with kisses to his lips and neck that broached on the level of obscene, while Danny squirmed and sighed as he was slowly crowded into the side of the cab, and the poor driver tried to ignore the pair in the back of his vehicle and concentrate on the road.
When they arrived, Danny shoved some money his way with a hefty tip to compensate him for any embarrassment, and was pulled from the taxi and into the house.
His clothes were gone by the time he was thrown to the mattress, and Steve stripped himself bare in about three seconds flat, only to stand there and let his hot gaze drift over his naked boyfriend.
Danny shivered under the intensity of those hazel eyes, feeling his hard cock twitch against his stomach and his skin break out in goosebumps. The brunette had the look of a wolf about to devour his prey, and he knew that metaphor wasn't far from the truth as the taller man flashed his teeth again and growled deep in his chest.
He felt like he was on fire, the desire that had been building in him from the moment Steve had begun to massage his dick in the bar becoming almost too much.
The ex-con straddled his body and stalked over him up the bed, shoulders rolling and tongue licking across his lips.
"You're pure evil, you know that?" Danny croaked out, "That wasn't fair."
"I don't do fair, baby," the brunette nudged his head to the side and nibbled on his earlobe, voice low and purring, doing funny things to the Jersey man's insides, "but you like it that way..."
The detective writhed as his boyfriend followed his favourite trail down the side of his neck and over his collarbone and shoulder to lick the scar he loved. "Mmm... that is true..." and then words were forgotten as teeth closed around his throat and he whined his submission.
He sighed and raised his hips so their cocks made contact between them, but Steve was having none of it. He wanted full control tonight, and things were going to be done his way. He knelt up and placed both hands firmly on the cop's stomach, holding him to the bed.
"Don't fucking move unless I say you can," he snarled ominously.
A combination of alcohol and being driven slowly insane by his lover meant that Danny really didn't feel like behaving tonight. He wanted to make things difficult for the mechanic, get him back for the torture in the bar, so he sat up and grasped the back of Steve's head to pull him into a kiss and bite at his lips, while his other hand pinched the man's sensitive nipple and ripped a sensuous groan from his throat.
Steve allowed the kiss for a few seconds before climbing off the cop and instigating a punishment for his bad behaviour. He grabbed his ankles and flipped him on the bed, bringing the flat of his palm down sharply on one rounded buttock. Danny yelped at the pain and tried to roll back over but the taller man had hold of his thigh and struck the other cheek even harder.
The blonde squeaked and grasped at the sheets below him, enjoying every second of his punishment, loving it when Steve got extra rough. He still struggled though, because it activated the animal inside the brunette, the hunter that had to have his prey. He began to squirm away across the bed, but the mechanic's strong hands were on his hips and dragging him back over the sheets, his teeth bit a hard, searing path over Danny's lower back, making him howl with pleasure.
The ex-con grabbed the lube from the drawer and straddled his boyfriend's thighs, and soon a slicked finger was forcing its way into Danny's hole. The stretch of the invasion was exhilarating, and the detective arched his back and bit down on the cover below him as Steve worked him open insistently.
"Ohh fuck yeah..." he moaned encouragingly.
"You're a dirty little bitch, aren't you?" Steve hissed into his ear as he leaned down over him. "You know, I'm pretty sure Kono wanted to come home with us and watch me fuck you. What do you think? You want someone to watch while I dominate your ass, Danny? You want people to see the way you like to get owned by an animal?"
The depraved moan which came from the blonde's mouth told him exactly what he needed to know, and he pushed two fingers into him up to the knuckle and twisted them to massage his prostate and make him buck against his hand.
He always wanted that man, hated it when he was unable to have him; like when they were out in public and he got thinking too hard about the way the cop's ass looked in whatever he was wearing, and he just wanted to throw him up against a wall and fuck him there and then, other people be damned.
He'd known that a little part of Danny liked the idea of that exhibitionism. When they were inside Halawa and Steve had told his lover how he got hold of contraband lube - a deal with a guard who obtained it for him in exchange for the brunette jerking off in front of him in his office - Danny had made a joke about wondering how much lube they'd get for having sex in front of the guy. At least it had sounded like a joke, but there had been something in his voice, something naughty, excited. But he'd never had the chance to follow up on that possibility.
A third finger pushed into the detective, preparing him, as Steve leant heavily on his back and held him to the mattress, and he gasped and moaned harder. While he wasn't sure if he necessarily wanted someone they knew to watch them, he had to admit that the idea of other people's eyes on them while they fucked twisted something low in his belly.
Then the pressure was suddenly gone and he mourned the loss of sensation for a second before his hair was gripped tightly, pulling a shocked yelp from him, and he was hauled from the bed.
He was shoved chest-first into the nearest wall, air pushed from his lungs with the speed of it, and the ex-con started to explore the bunched muscles of his neck and shoulders, biting red marks into his flesh and grazing his teeth down the ridges of the cop's vertebrae. Danny gasped and moaned as he was held against the plaster, the mechanic's strong fingers grasping his biceps and his mouth leaving a hot trail down his back with tongue and teeth.
The detective let himself be shoved and pulled about, revelling in the solid grip of his boyfriend's fingers, the slight edge of desperation to his movements, as if he couldn't help himself. Danny liked that Steve could lose himself like this, narrowing his focus to the feeling of skin on skin, and that he was the one who brought it out of him.
Steve's mouth fastened over the side of his neck and he nipped down the artery to settle his tongue over the pulse point and taste his lover's thundering heartbeat, and Danny reached behind him to grasp at the taller man's hair and bring him in closer to his shoulder, but his hands were seized and placed commandingly against the wall with a silent order to stay put.
The brunette gripped his boyfriend's ass cheeks with both hands and spread him open, widening his stance to adjust his height and placing one foot back for stability, and he steadily sank his cock deep into his lover.
Danny cried out and clawed at the plaster, pushing back against him and canting his hips back to take him further.
Steve groaned. "Shit you're hungry for me… you want me to fuck you so bad..."
"Yes, god yes!" The shorter man pressed his forehead into the wall, breathing ragged as he dealt with the fantastic stretch in his ass.
The mechanic reached around and took Danny's cock, running his grip down its length and massaging him as he began to pump through his tight ring.
He used the weight and pressure of his body to hold Danny to the wall while he sought out both of his wrists and pinned them above the blonde's head as he rutted into him, beads of sweat gathering on his back as he threw every ounce of effort into driving his dick into Danny's ass.
His other hand moved from his boyfriend's cock and curled underneath the detective's thigh to lift it high, exposing him and allowing Steve to fuck him even deeper.
Their loud moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom, and Steve gasped in oxygen and revelled in the feeling of Danny's tight heat enveloping him. He pressed his forehead to his lover's shoulder as he held him in place, and found a delicious pace that soon had them both writhing and panting.
The sensations of Steve's cock sliding into him and rubbing over his prostate, combined with being restrained the way he was, and the slow build of the evening's torture combined to make Danny lose his grip on reality. Every movement sent ripples of pleasure through him, and when the taller man's teeth started teasing at his shoulder again he couldn't contain the voracious groans that ripped from his chest.
The wanton sounds only served to encourage the ex-con, and he thrust into him harder, hips snapping against Danny's ass over and over. A litany of curse words and lewd noises flowed from the Jersey man's lips, each erotic cry going straight to the ex-con's balls.
"Fuck... Danny... God..." Steve's muscles thrummed with the effort of holding the other man up, but he pushed through the burn and increased his speed to hammer into him. He wanted his boyfriend to come, needed to feel him fall over the edge they were both dancing along, and clench around him before he could allow himself the release. And he knew exactly how to take him there.
Danny was gasping, face pressed against the plaster, his climax building at the base of his spine and nerve endings firing in all directions, and then Steve's mouth closed over his shoulder, teeth clamping down hard on the flesh there and digging in marks.
"Yes, yes! Fuck, yes!" His orgasm hit him like a freight train and he shouted and bucked against his lover as pain blossomed through the muscle in his upper back and translated into pleasure when it reached his brain. He came hard, long pearly spurts hitting the wall as Steve buried himself deep inside, the brunette's own climax rippling through him as his heat flooded into his boyfriend.
Danny was desperately trying to remember how to breathe, but soon realised his issue with taking in air was actually a heavy, tattooed ex-con plastering him to the wall and crushing his rib cage as he came down from his high. The taller man finally withdrew, dropped his wrists and lowered his leg to let him stand. The detective turned around, legs still a bit shaky, and grasped the sides of Steve's face to bring him down into a languid, satisfying kiss.
"God, Danny I love you so much," he whispered, smiling against the Jersey man's lips when they eventually parted, wading through the haze of endorphins and back to reality.
"I love you too, Steve. You know that, right?" The cop ran his thumb over the brunette's lips affectionately and gazed up into his hazel eyes, returning the grin with his patented lazy smile that made Steve's heart flutter.
The mechanic ran his hands up the side of Danny's face and drew him into another kiss, soft and loving.
"I know..."
Danny sighed happily, and took his hand and pulled him to the bed, setting the alarm on his phone before switching off the lights and placing his head on the taller man's chest.
Steve snaked his arms around his boyfriend and hugged him close, the post orgasmic high still making him feel buoyant and warm. Or maybe it was just the handsome Jersey native in his arms having that effect.
Danny took in a deep breath and exhaled with a satisfied moan, feeling unbelievably fulfilled and sated. He kissed the ex-con's chest, flexing his shoulder and loving the dull ache radiating out from the teeth marks he knew decorated his skin, and the similar sensation in his ass after being taken so passionately. He was going to be feeling the aftereffects of tonight for a couple of days, and by god was it worth it.