Chapter 7:
Steve pulled himself out of bed. He was exhausted still. I guess that's what only 6 hours of sleep does to you.
He pulled on running shorts and a tank top. He walked sleepily down the stairs. God. . .I hate myself so much sometimes. Why can't I feel normal for once when waking up?
Steve could have just gone back upstairs, laid back down and try to sleep. . .try being the key word.
It wouldn't work. It never works.
Steve shook himself and headed outside with his phone and ear buds in hand.
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Steve raced in his backyard. Back and forth, back and forth. From the wall of the house to a bush that was placed a ways from the house, back to the wall, to a tree standing off to the side in the middle of the yard, back to the wall, to the yard chair, back to the wall and then all the way to the shore line.
Suicides. . .gotta love them. Steve huffed out a breath as he focused on the beach's shore. He reached it, bent over and touched the ground lightly.
Heading back from the last rep, Steve grinned as he stepped lightly on the ground, snapping his legs up in springy movements. He was feeling extremely good and light. That was one thing he loved about working out. The light, and almost levitating, feeling he got, causing him to smile widely.
Steve stepped down and lifted his other foot forward. Upon placing that foot down, his foot rolled outwardly. Steve lost his balance and fell. As his ankle had rolled, he felt an immense strain and pain. An audible 'pop' sounded in his ears as he landed on the damp grass.
Bitch, son of a bitch. Steve took in big breaths before he pulled himself off the ground, holding onto a nearby lawn chair to steady himself. He took a step and sucked in air as pain throbbed at his ankle. This had better only be a sprain. Doesn't feel broken. He hobbled to the house and to the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and pulled out the ibuprofen. He popped back a couple of the pills. Damn, this better work. Steve grimaced as he placed weight on his injured foot. He made his way upstairs.
Steve limped into the room. He sighed slightly frustrated that he heard the shower going. He pulled his shirt off and then pulled his shorts off before he walked into the bathroom. It was warm from the steam of the shower. Steve stumbled to the shower and pulled the curtain open slightly.
"Geez, Steve! You could at least say something before pulling the curtain open!" Danny looked shocked and slightly panicked as he held onto the curtain.
"Danny, I need to shower."
"You're gonna have to wait because, if you haven't noticed, I'm showering right now."
"Danny, come on. I need to shower. I've not had the best morning."
"Like I said, you need to wait."
"Danny, would you just stop-" Steve stopped as he opened the curtain. As always, Danny looked magnificent. His body drenched, glowing and pink from the heat, and just. . .so utterly perfect. Steve looked over his body.
"Hey, hey?! What are you-" Danny stopped as he looked at Steve. Steve watched as Danny's eyes darted over his body before Danny was able to bring his gaze to Steve's. Steve limped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him. He advanced in on Danny, who backed up to make room for Steve.
"What-what are you doing?" Danny asked breathlessly as Steve stepped extremely close to Danny, closing the space between them.
Steve looked deeply into Danny's slightly alarmed eyes. "Taking my shower." He said in a husky voice.
Danny let a small smile slip from his lips as his fingers danced on Steve's hips. "What if I want to have my own shower?" Danny asked as he backed into the shower wall.
Steve placed his hands on the wall next to Danny's shoulders. "You saying you want me to leave?"
"No." Danny quickly answered and grabbed his ass, pulling him close against his own pelvis. A gasp was drawn out of Steve and he licked his lower lip as Danny continued with a single word. "Stay."
"I can do that." Steve dipped down to deliver a kiss to Danny's lips as the steam and water surrounded them. Danny shifted his stance, causing Steve to shift. He winced at the pain that shot through his foot.
"Hey. You okay?" Danny asked, pulling away from Steve's lips.
"What? Oh, yeah. I. . .had a spill during suicides this morning." Steve said looking down at his foot and then back up to Danny.
"Is it bad?" Danny looked worried as he looked over Steve's body and then to his ankle.
"No, no. Just a sprain. I'll be fine."
"Shame. . ."
"Why you say that?" Steve furrowed his eyebrows and smiled at him.
"I was planning on kissing it better. . .making the pain go away?" Danny grinned at him.
Steve bit his lower lip. "Well, in that case, I think it may be more than a sprain. . .maybe it's a fracture. . .actually. . .it may have to be amputated."
Danny laughed and pulled him in for another kiss.
Steve chuckled against his lips.
"But seriously, babe, we should get it checked out." Danny said pulling from him to look at the ankle again. "It actually looks pretty swollen."
Steve shook his head as he picked up some shampoo. "I'll be fine. I just need to wrap it and ice it when I have time."
"If it doesn't improve or if it gets worse-" Danny started.
"We'll get it checked out by a doctor, yeah, yeah." Steve said as he massaged the shampoo into his hair.
Danny smiled. "You know me too well." He lifted a body wash bottle, pouring some of the liquid in his hand.
Steve grinned as he watched Danny lather the soap in his hands and bring his hands to Steve's body. "Really Danny?" He asked as Danny's hands ran up and down his body.
"Yes, really, Steve."
Steve shook his head. "This is just an excuse to touch my body, isn't it?"
Danny grinned as the soap foamed against Steve's skin. "Maybe."
Steve chuckled as he took some of the soap on his chest and touched it to Danny's nose.
"Mature, Commander, very mature." Danny chuckled as he slapped Steve's side gently with a soapy hand.
Steve chuckled as he moved a little closer and placed his lips to Danny's. They broke and Steve turned to the stream of water.
Making sure all of the bubbles were off his body, Steve suddenly turned to Danny. "Shit, I completely forgot about what we had planned for work today." Steve shook his head. "You know what, I took some pain pills, if I wrap this sucker well enough, I should be okay."
Danny shook his head. "We'll switch with Kono and Chin. They can grab witness stories and the evidence stuff and we can figure things out at HQ. You can sit and ice it while we do things in the office. We have a lot of paper work to work on, too."
Steve groaned internally. He disliked paper work.
Danny knew this. An idea popped in his mind to make things better. "We can take a break and go see Max and Charlie, okay? I know they have some stuff for us today about the case we started yesterday. How about that?"
Steve looked up at him and grinned. "Okay."
Danny smiled at him as he turned off the water. He leaned closer to Steve and planted a small kiss to his lips. "Okay, let's go."