Being at HQ was torture. Steve kept trying not to glance at Danny out of the corner of his eye, but it was so difficult. As soon as they got there, Steve saw Danny book it straight for his office. When he thought nobody was looking, Danny spilled coffee on the left thigh of his pants. Clever, Danny. Oh God I hope he doesn't take off his pants right here. No he wouldn't Kono's here. Steve was saved from imagining how painfully hard he would be if Danny stripped when he saw Danny walk out of his office with a spare set of pants and boxers tucked under his arm, heading for the locker room.
"You got something on your pants there, Danny," Steve said smugly.
"I noticed, McGarrett!" Danny called as he walked down the hall. What I would give to be there when he takes those pants off. No. Stop, Steve. Focus. You can't do this now. You can't let your lust take over. Steve coached himself out of the naughty thoughts and back to the case.

Now that they had put the trafficking ring behind bars, there really wasn't much else to do besides mountains of paperwork. Steve knew that Danny would bear the brunt of the paperwork and leave only the official boss-stuff for him. He could just picture Danny bursting into his office, the finished stack all ready for Steve to review and sign off on, and yelling, "McGarrett do you know how hard it is to justify you using a grenade in a pawn shop?!" Or "You know, Steven, you most definitely were not held as a child." A smile crept onto Steve's lips at the thought of Danny's sass.

"You seem awfully happy, boss?" Kono inquired carefully. Steve could talk to Kono, and Kono to Steve. They had a mutual understanding that Steve and Chin hadn't really worked out yet. Chin could be awkward when it came to feelings but Kono's womanly intuition always seemed to help.

Steve quickly looked around for Chin before he replied, remembering that Chin had left to get coffee. "Yeah, I am," he smiled again.

"You get laid or something? You have that stupid smile on your face that guys always get after they have sex." Kono was a smart one. She had great instincts and would make a promising detective someday.

"Nah, just a good morning." Luckily, Steve was a fantastic liar.

Or so he thought, "Really? Catching the trafficker and doing paperwork put you in this good of a mood?" Kono knew him too well.

"No I did other things this morning!" Steve quickly defended. "I went for a run and a swim, the water was beautiful, I worked in the yard a little, picked up Danny...Waxed the truck..." Kono's face lit up, "What? What did I say that made light up like a Christmas tree?"

"You picked up Danny?" She asked.

"Yeah. I pick Danny up all the time. I don't understand why you find that strange."

"It's not. Have you talked to Catherine today?" she deflected.

"No, uh the last time she was on leave we sort of broke up. Or are on a break I guess. She said she could tell that our hearts weren't in it anymore. We're still friends, but I'm pretty sure she's seeing somebody else."

"I'm sorry boss, you okay?" Kono apologized. She's working an angle here. I can feel it.

"I'm good, Kono, thanks. It was true, our hearts weren't in it anymore."

"So she's seeing somebody new. Have you thought about it?"

"Not particularly," Steve was lying through his teeth. For somebody who was trained to withstand torture Steve was having a seriously hard time avoiding Kono's third degree.

"Whatever you say, boss," Kono smirked.

The day's agony went on and on. Steve attempted to lock himself in his office and concentrate on paperwork, but then he would remember that the walls of his office were glass and that he and Danny faced each other. Steve has always hated paperwork days but finally at 4:30 he looked at his watch, "How about we call it a day, huh, everybody? There's really nothing left to do here anyway." Great, now I'm making excuses to get Chin and Kono out of here so I can take Danny back to my house and fuck him into my mattress. Steve's dick woke from it's sleep immediately at the mere thought.

Steve raised his eyebrows at Danny, hoping he would catch the drift. Thank God, Danny wasn't as big of an idiot as Steve thought when it came to reading signals. Nice detective work, Williams. "There a game on tonight?" Danny asked.

"Hawaii State vs. Army," Steve announced to the room casually.

"Good. I'll bring the beer. Since I'll be Grace-less for the rest of the week I need to keep myself occupied somehow. Maybe watching Army kick Hawaii State's ass will help."


Steve's front door opened and shut with an audible thump.
"Steve?" Danny called into the seemingly empty house.
"On the lanai, Danny!"
"McGarrett what are you doing out there, the TV is inside and as wonderful of a view of this pineapple infested hellhole as your back porch offers-" he was cut off by the sight of Steve bare-chested with the t-shirt that should have been on his body casually slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, sorry, I was making the tuna steaks and got charcoal from the grill all over my shirt. They're ready though. Let's go inside so we can eat and see the kick off." Leave it to McGarrett to find a reason to be shirtless. But I mean hey, I don't hate it. Danny attempted to keep his thoughts in line for at least a moment but watching the stretch and pull of Steve's muscles while he put the plate of steaks on the table and shrugged on a casual button-up made Danny sweat.

They were both surprisingly casual, giving a grumbled yell at the TV every once and awhile, eating their tuna steaks, drinking some beer and just shooting the shit. It was nice, just a regular night for him and Steve until all of a sudden Danny looked at Steve's hands. It was just a normal gesture, Steve had gotten up to clear their plates and empty bottles, then grab two more beers from the fridge. Oh Jesus. Those. Fucking. Hands. They're HUGE! And they're all rough and calloused from being a Super SEAL but then they get sort of weirdly smooth from the salt water...that right hand...God it felt so good. No, Danny, no no no, don't get hard. You can't show this early. What if it was all a fluke? Catherine broke up with him he probably just jacked you off in a fit of lust or something. Fuck what is going on with me!? Dannys thoughts were running a mile a minute while he attempted to compose himself as Steve came back into the room.

"Doin' ok, Danno?" Steve asked plopping down almost on top of Danny.
"I really don't appreciate how you keep asking me that."
"I didn't mean it like that..."
"I never said you did."
"Why are you sitting so close to me?"
"Wha-I'm not! This is how we always sit!" Steve defended himself.
"No, no it is not. DO NOT try to act like everything is normal between us when this," he motioned to the space, or lack thereof, between their bodies, "is clearly not normal!"
Steve put a large, calloused hand on Danny's shoulder, "Have we ever been good at normal?" his voice was two octaves below it's already normal grumble and his mouth was dangerously close to Danny's ear. At this point Danny's hard on was raging inside his pants like nothing he had ever felt before. Why does he do this to me? I think he's secretly got a tally of how many times he turn me into jello in one day.

Steve was now sliding his hand down Danny's arm and lacing their fingers together. Danny's breath hitched slightly at the gesture, "I don't know but I was a hell of a lot more normal before I met you, McGarrett." I need to kiss him. He's just so close, fuck this is such a bad idea.
"Trust me, you were never normal to begin-" That was as far as Steve got before Danny's lips just barely brushed his own, hesitant and sweet.

Steve didn't know how to react at first. He knew they had been flirting with the line between "close" and *suggestive tone* "CLOSE" all night, not to mention the earlier lust-induced jerk off in the Camaro this morning.
Danny pulled away after a moment, allowing Steve to react. What if he doesn't want this as much as I do. What if he just jerked me off today because he needs to fuck somebody because Catherine isn't here. What if I just fucking ruined everything?! Danny was freaking out, there way no other way around it. "Shit, fuck, Steve, I'm sorry," Danny stood up, practically knocking over the Longboards on the coffee table. He started to walk toward the door until he felt a gentle, yet firm grasp on his forearm.
"Danno, where ya goin'?" Steve murmured.
"I...we can't. Clearly we don't want the same thing so let's just pretend that never happened and-"
"Danno," he said louder this time, "where do you think you're going?" When Danny finally lifted his eyes from the floor he saw that Steve had a wicked smile on his face. Danny tried to think of a better comparison than "kid in a candy store" but he was too distracted by Steve shoving him up against a wall and crashing their mouths together.

The kiss was messy, unorganized, and haphazardly thrown together (just like every other plan of attack Steve McGarrett had ever drawn up). Finally their mouths found a rhythm when Danny nipped at Steve's bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. Without a seconds hesitation, Steve cupped Danny's face with his strong hands and deepened the kiss. Danny was at a loss for words; he couldn't think, he could barely breathe and he could no longer feel anything that was Steve. Steve's strong hands digging into his biceps, Steve's dominating tongue delving into his mouth, Steve's thigh nestling it's way in between Danny's own legs. Steve was everywhere and Danny never wanted it to end.

Finally Steve removed his mouth from Dannys. That sick bastard can hold his breath for way longer, he just did that for me. Despite whining a little at the loss of contact, Danny was silently thankful; his face may have turned blue if they hadn't come up for air soon. Death by kissing McGarrett...I could think of worse ways to go.

"Oxygen is good, Danny," Steve responded to Danny's whimper.

"I always knew you'd be the death of me, in one way or another."

Steve didn't have a witty response to that; instead he just used his knee to put a little pressure on Danny's crotch. It was only then that Danny became aware of how rock hard he was. Looking down, it would seem that Steve was having a similar issue.

"It's payback time, McGarrett." Before Steve could react Danny flipped their position and had Steve up against the wall and was already undoing the button of Steve's cargos. By the time they were around his ankles Danny was already nosing the impressive bulge through the fabric of Steve's boxer briefs.

The brunette let out a deep sigh through his nose. "Jesus, Danny. Quit teasing me," instead of the usual McGarrett fierce command it came out as more of a breathy plea. Oh Steve out of breath? That has to be the most wonderful sound on the planet. Danny pulled the fabric away and kissed the tip of Steve's cock. "Uhhhgnnn," Steve groaned and bucked his hips toward Danny. Scratch the previous statement. THAT was the most wonderful sound on the planet.

"Ohh, it seems as though Lieutenant Commander Self Control is losing his touch?" Danny asked while cupping Steve's impressive package in his seemingly small hands.

"Yeah, you got me. Now if you're not in my bed within the next minute completely naked I'm making your spar with Kono tomorrow," Steve commanded.

"Yes sir!" Danny answered, Steve's cock twitched visibly, just like both he and Danny knew it would. The two panting men marched upstairs, eyes blown with both love and lust, shedding clothes all over the house along the way.