H50 fic - Bright, Blue and Lethal - S/D
Title: Bright, Blue and Lethal
Characters: Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett (est. relationship)
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O
Summary: All it took was one drink. Now Danny has to remind Steve just who he belongs to.
Written for __hibiscus who asked for "Steve/Danno, margaritas, relaxing after a case" although.. theres no real "relaxing after a case" in this!
Rating: M(ish?!)
Spoilers: Not that I can think of...
Word Count: 713
Warnings: umm.. its not beta'd! Some PDA.
Disclaimer: In my dreams maybe, but I don't own them!
"What's that?" Danny asked, striding up close to Steve's side at the bar, the loud music thrumming through their veins making it hard to hear.
"A margaritahh!" Steve replied, emphasizing and elongating the name of the electric blue drink he was holding high up in the air, waving it about but still not dripping a drop.
"Oh yeah? And who gave you that?" he asked, trying to hold back his jealousy over someone else buying his Steve a drink.
"She did, over there," he replied, nodding towards a woman sitting at the other end of the bar by herself.
The woman in question winked when Steve nodded towards her, she wore a simple but well-fitting champagne colored dress, her hair done immaculately and her make up all but suggestive. She seemed to have been nursing her own vibrantly colored drink, eyes passing over Steve, obviously undressing him in her head, ignoring Danny completely, while Steve was too drunk to realize what was going on around him.
‘Well, let's give her what she wants then,’ Danny thought to himself, growling slightly, pressing his body right up and close to Steve’s. “Steve, Babe, do you wanna get out of here?" Danny whispered, lips right up against his bosses ear, warm breath brushing against the other man's nape, teeth nipping at the shell of the ear.
"Mmm, but... But I have a margarita! A nice and tasty drink that is making me all nice and happy!" Steve complained, leaning into Danny's warmth, the shorter man's body now bracketing his own completely.
"I think I might have something else that is nice and tasty and can make us both happy," Danny replied, turning Steve's body around so that his long legs settled on either side of his body. Danny shot the woman a quick glance, seeing her face turn from seductive to a very close version of Steve's own aneurysm face.
"And what exactly could that be?" Steve asked, placing his half full drink down on the counter, now sounding much more sober as he wrapped his arms over Danny's shoulders, his fingers twisting around in the short hairs found at the base of his partner's skull.
"I think you can guess..." he said, leaning down and capturing Steve's lips with his own, lips and teeth clashing against each other as Danny staked his claim on his man, showing the woman just who Steve belonged to.
Danny's hands ran through Steve's hair, tugging at the other man, pulling Steve flush against himself, only breaking apart when the need for air became too much. Danny pressed his crotch up against Steve's, all but rubbing himself over Steve right there in the bar, his hands coming down and grasping and kneading at Steve's ass. He spared a second to look for the woman who had tried to hit on his boyfriend only to find her no longer there. With a smirk he pulled away from Steve, kissing him quickly on the lips before tugging at his hand.
"Let's get out of here," Danny said, pulling Steve up and off his stool and dragging him out of the bar, barely giving Steve the time to sit down in the back of the taxi before he was all over him.
"You were jealous!" Steve laughed when he finally managed to pull away from Danny, whose hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his own hands rubbing at Danny's nipples through his dress shirt.
"What? No! I was not!" Danny denied, moaning in pleasure at Steve's ministrations.
"Uhhuh," Steve laughed into Danny's neck, digging his teeth into the tender skin available to him and sucking a bruise into it before soothing the red and raw skin with his cool and wet tongue, "You know, I bought that drink for myself, saw you off with someone else and thought I would have some fun of my own, didn't know you would go all caveman on me, but I liked it!" Steve admitted.
"You... Only you would do that!" Danny said between moans, grabbing Steve's head and forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "God, I love you," he sighed, their eyes meeting before he pressed another scorching kiss to his boyfriend's lips, praying that the taxi driver would hurry the fuck up.
-End.
A/N: I don't write in this fandom often, so I have no idea how I'm doing... I'd love to know what you think of this!
Characters: Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett (est. relationship)
Fandom: Hawaii Five-O
Summary: All it took was one drink. Now Danny has to remind Steve just who he belongs to.
Written for __hibiscus who asked for "Steve/Danno, margaritas, relaxing after a case" although.. theres no real "relaxing after a case" in this!
Rating: M(ish?!)
Spoilers: Not that I can think of...
Word Count: 713
Warnings: umm.. its not beta'd! Some PDA.
Disclaimer: In my dreams maybe, but I don't own them!
"What's that?" Danny asked, striding up close to Steve's side at the bar, the loud music thrumming through their veins making it hard to hear.
"A margaritahh!" Steve replied, emphasizing and elongating the name of the electric blue drink he was holding high up in the air, waving it about but still not dripping a drop.
"Oh yeah? And who gave you that?" he asked, trying to hold back his jealousy over someone else buying his Steve a drink.
"She did, over there," he replied, nodding towards a woman sitting at the other end of the bar by herself.
The woman in question winked when Steve nodded towards her, she wore a simple but well-fitting champagne colored dress, her hair done immaculately and her make up all but suggestive. She seemed to have been nursing her own vibrantly colored drink, eyes passing over Steve, obviously undressing him in her head, ignoring Danny completely, while Steve was too drunk to realize what was going on around him.
‘Well, let's give her what she wants then,’ Danny thought to himself, growling slightly, pressing his body right up and close to Steve’s. “Steve, Babe, do you wanna get out of here?" Danny whispered, lips right up against his bosses ear, warm breath brushing against the other man's nape, teeth nipping at the shell of the ear.
"Mmm, but... But I have a margarita! A nice and tasty drink that is making me all nice and happy!" Steve complained, leaning into Danny's warmth, the shorter man's body now bracketing his own completely.
"I think I might have something else that is nice and tasty and can make us both happy," Danny replied, turning Steve's body around so that his long legs settled on either side of his body. Danny shot the woman a quick glance, seeing her face turn from seductive to a very close version of Steve's own aneurysm face.
"And what exactly could that be?" Steve asked, placing his half full drink down on the counter, now sounding much more sober as he wrapped his arms over Danny's shoulders, his fingers twisting around in the short hairs found at the base of his partner's skull.
"I think you can guess..." he said, leaning down and capturing Steve's lips with his own, lips and teeth clashing against each other as Danny staked his claim on his man, showing the woman just who Steve belonged to.
Danny's hands ran through Steve's hair, tugging at the other man, pulling Steve flush against himself, only breaking apart when the need for air became too much. Danny pressed his crotch up against Steve's, all but rubbing himself over Steve right there in the bar, his hands coming down and grasping and kneading at Steve's ass. He spared a second to look for the woman who had tried to hit on his boyfriend only to find her no longer there. With a smirk he pulled away from Steve, kissing him quickly on the lips before tugging at his hand.
"Let's get out of here," Danny said, pulling Steve up and off his stool and dragging him out of the bar, barely giving Steve the time to sit down in the back of the taxi before he was all over him.
"You were jealous!" Steve laughed when he finally managed to pull away from Danny, whose hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his own hands rubbing at Danny's nipples through his dress shirt.
"What? No! I was not!" Danny denied, moaning in pleasure at Steve's ministrations.
"Uhhuh," Steve laughed into Danny's neck, digging his teeth into the tender skin available to him and sucking a bruise into it before soothing the red and raw skin with his cool and wet tongue, "You know, I bought that drink for myself, saw you off with someone else and thought I would have some fun of my own, didn't know you would go all caveman on me, but I liked it!" Steve admitted.
"You... Only you would do that!" Danny said between moans, grabbing Steve's head and forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "God, I love you," he sighed, their eyes meeting before he pressed another scorching kiss to his boyfriend's lips, praying that the taxi driver would hurry the fuck up.
-End.
A/N: I don't write in this fandom often, so I have no idea how I'm doing... I'd love to know what you think of this!