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Crap I think I forgot it last time *peeks out window for lawyers*! I do not own Hawaii Five-0 *rubs magic lamp wondering why the genie won't appear.*

Take Me by the Tongue

Steve entered the kitchen lured by the mouthwatering aroma of dinner. Instantly he was greeted with electropop fueled by grinding rhythms. He stopped short, leaned against the counter, and observed the spectacle.

Max stood over the stove, tending the food, bobbing his head to Maroon 5's recent single.

Now Steve cared deeply for the medical examiner but he was not blind. Max did not have moves like Mick Jagger. But that made Steve want to kiss him senseless. "Smells good."

Max jerked in surprise at the unexpected sound of his boyfriend's voice. He regarded the taller man with t a deadpan face. "Frightening me at random intervals gives you a sense of pleasure doesn't it."

Steve tried not smirk, opting to give the pretense of considering the testament. "Yeah."

Max turned back to the wok, pouring a few dashes of soy sauce into the medley of vegetables, causing steam to rise. He canted his head in contemplation. "Steve."

"Hm?" He walked to the bowl sitting on the island—out of Max's sight—and sneaked one of his love's famed gyozas. He popped it into his mouth, savoring the ambrosial treat with eyes half-mast.

"What does he mean 'take me by the tongue'?" He turned to look at Steve face etched with inquiry.

Steve swallowed his pilfered treat, acting as if he had not just been inadvertently caught. He grabbed Max's hand and pulled him to his body. "He means…" He crushed his mouth to Max's in a demanding kiss, swiping his tongue over his lips in a quest for entrance.

Max parted his lips readily, moaning when Steve melded them together. Somewhere in the back of his mind he frowned at the realization that Steve had stolen a gyoza.

He caressed the warm cavern of Max's mouth, skillfully grazing a deft tongue over his gums and teeth, before engaging his in a duel. He retreated, allowing Max's tongue to follow his before sucking on it teasingly. Right about now as his hands descended the other male's body he wondered if Max was up for hot kitchen sex. Unfortunately, the need for oxygen separated them.

"That…" He finished his sentence. Hungry eyes fell to the shorter man, a hand resting on the curve of his backside. He leaned in for another kiss but stopped when Max spoke.

"So, he is stating that he wants a completely unfamiliar woman to kiss him…like that?"

He eyed Max strangely. "Yeah." He swooped in for another kiss but Max escaped his grasp and returned to tending their dinner. Steve stared down at his empty arms briefly before regarding his love. Sometimes, he wondered about Max.

Max continued his analysis of the song. "But, is that not sexual assault?" He stirred the vegetables, making sure they didn't burn.

His brow knitted. Really? The expectant look he received from his love prompted an answer. "Not if it's between two consenting adults."

Max nodded in understanding before resuming his task. A second later he turned to Steve, again. "What if it is not between two consenting adults? Then it would be sexual assault no?"

Steve, whose eyes had latched onto Max's ass while he had the view, fought a groan. Were they doing this? "Max…"

"And is it not unwise to kiss a complete stranger. Many diseases are transmitted through such contact. Why kiss someone when you're unaware of what diseases they are carrying?"

Steve felt the need to face palm. They were doing this. "Max…"

"Should not music reflect reality?" He tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully.

This. Was. Ridiculous. "Max."

Max looked to him with wide eyes, mouth open in preparation for more questions.

Steve strode to him and pecked his cheek. "It's just a song."

I hope you enjoyed that! I love that song but I always wondered what he meant in it. Until next time.

Ciao ^_*

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