Finally, I got this chapter written. I'm so sorry that it took me this long. I had a dry spell for a bit and no ideas were coming to me for this chapter until I just sat myself down and forced something to come out and tada...I give you a new chapter!

I haven't quite decided if this will be the final chapter or not so...I'll leave that up to my readers.

As always, R&R and enjoy!

They finally captured Sheamus O'Donoghue and Steve needed to relax. This entire case was putting a strain on him and the team. He was at home, showering the days' stress away, when an idea popped in his head. He finished his shower quickly and headed to his bedroom. He grabbed his phone and sent a text to Danny, smirking all the while.

He threw on his tightest jeans and t-shirt he had and pulled on a pair of boots. He grabbed the keys to his truck and headed for the club. He couldn't wait to see the look on Danny's face when he walked into the club. Steve got there before Danny so he could set his plan in motion.

Danny was just about to head for the shower when his phone buzzed; alerting him that he had a text message. He groaned and opened it.

It read: 'I'm bored. Got a surprise for you. Meet me at the club in an hour. Wear something sexy. ;)'

Danny snorted as he closed the message. 'A winky face? Really Steven?' he thought to himself. He put his phone back down and headed for the shower, chuckling to himself the whole way.

When he finished his shower, dried and every piece of hair gelled perfectly in place, he went to his room and opened his closet. He found the tightest jeans he owned; they accentuated his ass perfectly. He pulled them on before grabbing his favorite blue t-shirt that showed off his well-defined biceps.

He didn't know what kind of shoes to wear, so he slipped on a pair of sneakers. He grabbed his keys and phone on the way out to his car and drove to the club. When he parked, he was a bundle of nerves but also excited. He had no idea what his crazy partner will have in store for him. He snorted. Knowing Steve, it'll probably be something dangerous. He walked inside and went straight for the bar and ordered a beer. He leant against the bar top and scanned the crowd to see if Steve was there.

When his eyes landed on his partner, he almost dropped his beer in shock. He was frozen in place as he watched his tightly clothed partner dance, more like dry-humping, between two other men. Danny couldn't take his eyes off those gyrating hips covered in denim jeans that looked like they were painted on they were so fucking tight.

His own tight jeans started to feel very uncomfortable and his mouth started to water the longer he watched Steve out on the dance floor. Before his brain could catch up, he was moving toward Steve.

Steve had no idea how long he'd been dancing, but it was long enough to work up a good sweat and inherited two dance partners. He was bumping and grinding, but when he spotted Danny, he really put on a good show. He deliberately slowed his movements, making them more intimate and sensual. He leaned back into the muscular guy behind him, throwing his arm around the guy's neck and slowly slid his nose down the guy's jaw.

As Danny got closer, Steve could tell he was already turned on by the huge bulge in his jeans and the lust clouding Danny's gorgeous blue eyes. He smirked at the feisty blond headed his way as he continued his sensual touches. He ignored Danny for as long as possible until the Jersey native was standing right in front of him, cheeks already flushed red and barely containing his jealousy.

Danny paused in front of his sex-on-legs partner, fists clenched at his sides, trying and failing to hide his anger and jealousy.

"Steven. Just what is it that you think you are doing?" he asked in an eerily calm tone.

A shiver shot down Steve's spine at 'that' tone. Steve knew 'that' tone very well. It never failed to get him going from zero to sixty in no time. 'Oh, this is going to be fun.' Steve thought to himself.

"Dancing." he responded nonchalantly.

Danny ground his teeth together before looking at Steve's dance partners. "You mind if I cut in? This one's mine."

Another shiver shot down Steve's spine at the possessiveness in Danny's tone. He reluctantly let go and gave Danny a put upon pout.

"Aw Danno. I was having fun." he whined, in a very manly fashion of course.

Danny was seething and so turned on that he couldn't stay mad at the goof for teasing him. He reached up and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulling him down into a rough, dirty possessive kiss. He pulled back and looked into Steve's eyes.

"No. No, no, no, no. That-that was not dancing. You were practically having sex. It should be illegal for you to move your hips like that. Seriously! What the everloving fuck was that?! Fucking hell babe. That was so hot."

Steve smirked again. "Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and dance with me."

Steve quickly turned Danny around and plastered himself to Danny's back, resting his hands on Danny's hips as his own hips started a slow, sensual grind against Danny's ass. He leant down and began mouthing at Danny's neck and moved one hand to the bulge in Danny's jeans, stroking Danny's cock through the fabric.

"Look so hot like this Danny. Should dress like this more often." he continued stroking his partner as he continued talking.

"How close are you Danny?"

Danny let out a strangled moan. "Very close. Been hard since I saw you dancing with those guys."

Steve smirked against Danny's ear before gently nipping at the shell. "Good. Can't wait to get you home and slowly strip you down."

Another moan left Danny's mouth and he pushed his hips up into Steve's hand. "Babe, god babe. Don't-don't tease. 'S'not nice."

Steve sped his hand up and ground his hips against Danny again. "Gonna lick you all over before taking you in my mouth, getting you nice and wet."

He knew Danny was right on the edge and knew just what to say to get Danny to fall. "And once I do that, I'm gonna straddle you and ride you so hard you'll forget your name and mine will be the only one coming out of your mouth."

That was it. Danny was gone. His bastard of a partner just made him come in his pants like a fucking teenager. Thank goodness for small miracles that the lighting in this place was almost non-existent. After he calmed down, he turned to his partner.

"You-you. I hate you so much right now. You asshole."

Steve smirked and gave Danny a peck on the lips in apology. "You love me. Don't even try to deny it."

"Don't get cute with me. Take me home so I can clean up and give you a proper punishment."

"Promises, promises Danno." he sing-songed as he led Danny through the sweaty crowd to the door.