H50 fic: Out of the Locker Room, Part 1 of 2
Title: Out of the Locker Room 1/2
Pairing/Characters: Steve/Danny, Steve/OMC, Steve/Danny/OMC
Genre: Angst, Porn with Plot, Slightly Kinky
Word Count: Part One - 5,602 of 14,463 in total
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for the show; warnings: jockstrap kink, threesome porn, facial
Disclaimer: I made up the character of Todd; apart from this, ownership of anything related to H50 still belongs with the creators of the show; no money made at this end; no disrespect intended
Beta: siluria, as ever, made time for me and helped set a few things straight; any errors left are all mine
Summary: Steve notices something different about Danny one day; where that leads them is an unexpected place.
Author’s Notes: Written for prompt offered by Ignemferam some time ago, when I requested some ideas for comment fic: One day, Steve notices something unusual about Danny's dress pants - the usual lines of boxers or briefs are gone, instead two bands of indentation appear right below the buttocks - Danny's wearing a jockstrap. That knocks something in Steve loose - something that's been lurking since his high school football days. Notes: maybe Danny's too busy to do laundry and picks whatever he can find in his drawers for work that day? First-time/established as you see fit. ;)I hope you like where it ended up, my friend, and I'm so sorry it took so long to get finished.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
As Danny bent forward over the computer table to look more closely at the report Kono was showing him, Steve couldn't help noticing there was something different about his outline; like he was wearing something different. It wasn't that Steve routinely checked out Danny's ass - well, not that routinely - but Danny was right in front of him this time and Steve's eye fell naturally to the sight without his permission.
As he frowned, trying to decipher what he was seeing, Danny shifted again, and it finally clicked into place why it seemed so familiar… Danny Williams was wearing a jockstrap.
Steve blinked as Danny straightened to eye him with suspicion.
"What's with the face?" Danny asked.
"Nope. Nothing," Steve bluffed.
Danny frowned disbelievingly, but let it go, thank God. They had work to do, after all.
In the Camaro on the way to interview a suspect, Steve kept sneaking looks at Danny whenever he thought his partner wasn't looking. He didn't seem like the jockstrap sort of guy, no matter how Steve thought about it.
The interview was short, thankfully, although it was a dead end for the case they were working.
Thankfully, because Steve couldn't stop stealing glances at Danny's ass as they talked to the man while he worked on a vehicle in his garage. Danny kept moving around, and somehow presenting his ass in those snug-fitting trousers in Steve's direction.
"What is with you, today, Steven?" Danny asked as they got back in the car.
"What d'you mean?" Steve asked, aiming for innocent.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were checking me out back there."
"What?" Steve mock-snorted as he started the Camaro. "No way."
Danny squinted at him, suspicion written in the blueness of his eyes. "Yeah? You sure about that, sailor?"
Steve rolled his eyes, turning his head as he backed the car out of the driveway and onto the road. Danny was far too observant, although he supposed the same could be said for him, considering what had got him looking at Danny's ass in the first place.
"Look, it's nothing; nothing that you'd want to know about, anyway."
"Suit yourself," Danny said after a short pause. He shook his head and looked away.
An image from high school hit Steve head-on as he did so. The locker room from his football playing days was suddenly so strong he could almost discern the familiar mixture of smells from back then, and he gulped at the memory. The longing of that long-forgotten moment balled in his stomach, and the regret he'd left behind all those years ago swam before him.
"Hey!" Danny's worried voice suddenly cut through the memory, and Steve's vision cleared enough for him to realize he'd just about driven into the busy street without looking.
He put his foot on the brake and eased the vehicle to the side of the road, turning off the gas and taking a deep breath.
"Where'd you go just now?" Danny asked, his eyes heavy with worry - or fear - Steve wasn't sure which.
"Sorry, Danny. I just… something crazy just hit me and I… I'm sorry."
"Maybe you should tell me exactly what's going on with you today, buddy. Because a problem shared and all that… you know?"
Steve huffed a half-laugh. "This is so not me. You… tell me you're not wearing a jockstrap today, Danno, and I'll be fine."
"A jockstrap? How… Is that why you were checking out my ass back there?" Danny gestured awkwardly, his eyes narrowing.
Steve, embarrassed, had to nod. How else could he explain it?
"You know, there have been times I swear… but I did not know you had such an interest in my underwear. Is this new for you, or have you always had a thing for it?"
"No!" Steve almost shouted. "I do not generally look at…" He waved a hand vaguely in Danny's direction. "…your ass. It's just… this morning, you kept… pointing it in my direction, like you wanted me to notice!"
Danny shook his head, an unamused smile creasing his lips. "Is that even a thing? I may have bent over a couple of times inadvertently, but I did not 'point it in your direction', I promise you."
"Well, Danny, I couldn't help noticing what you were wearing, so you must have been doing something that made me see it."
Danny licked his lips, glancing away, and then turned back. "Is this your way of denying you're interested in what I wear under my clothes? Because it so happens that I'm behind on laundry - thanks to the grueling schedule we've been under this week, I might add - and this morning I had to grab the first thing I could find, which turned out to be an old jockstrap. I don't even know why I still have it, but due to the lack of other choices, I'd have been going commando this morning otherwise."
Steve swallowed hard, surprised at his body's reaction to that particular idea. Christ… remembering that one time in the locker room with Todd Burwood all those years ago had done funny things to him. Admittedly, now he thought about it, Danny was built rather like Todd, but that had been a total one-off for both of them, and it hadn't happened ever again, nor had Steve even been tempted since with anyone else… and now, Danny? It was ridiculous, wasn't it?
"Steve? Steven? Jesus almighty, don't tell me you're having a freak-out… Christ, what memory did the thought of me in a jockstrap - or for that matter, going commando - bring back, babe? You need a doctor?"
Alarmingly, Danny was practically in his face, like he was worried Steve was close to passing out, and it definitely wasn't doing Steve's libido any good. He couldn't believe his body was betraying him like this…
"My God… " Danny's hands went up and his expression took on a worrying note as his eyes dropped to Steve's crotch. "Maybe I shouldn't be surprised…"
Steve yanked on the door handle, escaping from the Camaro like his pants were on fire. "Jesus, fuck…"
Danny was coming after him though, grabbing at his arm as he hit the sidewalk. "Steve, Steve… calm down, for chrissake. Just take a breath. Fuck… If I'd known…"
"What?" Steve's eyes flew open wide. "If you'd known, what?"
Danny's shy smile twisted Steve's innards painfully, and his embarrassment rose accordingly.
"I'd have worn it sooner."
Steve's mouth went dry at the words, his head spinning with the possibilities he'd never believed he could have wanted, if the evidence in front of him wasn't so strong. "You're kidding me, right?"
Danny looked affronted. "You seriously think I'd have stuck my neck out about this if I didn't mean it?"
Steve swallowed hard, desire spiraling through his whole body. "Okay." He nodded, stunned. "But we have a case…" he whispered.
"That we do," Danny agreed, hitching his thumbs in his pockets and dropping his eyes away as he stepped closer. "This can wait till later…"
Unable to step away, it was all Steve could do to echo Danny's last word, his pulse thumping.
"Yeah, later," Danny said. "We could… revisit whatever it was you were thinking back there in the car. Because I got a feeling the idea of someone in a jockstrap takes you back to a time when you knew exactly what to do with the way your body just reacted."
Steve had never seen Danny like this; had never expected that he would be so damned turned on by it, himself, either. He couldn't think what to say, beyond "Okay."
Danny smiled properly, meeting Steve's eyes with a depth of emotion that said Steve was about to find out so very much more about Danny than he'd ever dreamed.
Just as Steve lost his fight with the thought, Danny abruptly stepped away, and headed back towards the car. "Now, we gotta get this case closed, and then we can deal with whatever you've been keeping hidden away, babe, okay?"
Steve blinked at the sudden change of focus, but nodded. He took a breath, willing his desire away, and followed Danny back to the car, rounding it to the driver's side.
"It's something to look forward to, huh?" Danny said across the vehicle, giving Steve a dirty little smile. "Think of it as a bonus if we solve the case."
"You bet," Steve agreed, his sense of challenge sparked at the thought and completely overriding any residual embarrassment he felt.
~//~
To Steve's amazement, the tiny glances he'd been throwing Danny's way all morning were now being returned. However, with his usual razor-sharp focus, Steve managed to push any real thought about Danny's intentions aside and concentrate on the case. He had more than his usual incentive to solve it now, and his body thrummed with suppressed need all day as he directed everything he could to that end.
Of course it didn't mean he wasn't super-aware of Danny by his side, the looks they were surreptitiously exchanging, or the view every time Danny bent over in front of him.
All that just pushed his buttons more, and they were both close to ecstatic when the break-through they needed led them and the rest of Five-0 into a factory on Sand Island where they managed to round up the entire weapons-smuggling outfit. Of course it didn't end quickly - three of the perps had to shoot needlessly in Steve's direction before Kono and Danny managed to disarm them (one by way of a bullet fired by the ever-accurate Kono), and there was the obligatory chasing of one guy down the alley behind the factory before he too was arrested.
Steve grinned widely at Danny through the split in his lip the chased perp had managed to get in with a lone punch before Steve downed him, endorphins racing through him as he pushed the guy in Danny's direction. "Book him, Danno."
"I love it when you say that," Danny grinned, grabbing the guy by the arm and starting to read him his rights. Steve nodded his thanks at Kono and headed over to where Chin was talking to the HPD guys who had just arrived on the scene.
Back in HQ, Kono gave him an odd look as he suggested they finish up the paperwork in the morning, and she and Chin headed for the door like they were frightened Steve would change his mind. He watched them leave, and then headed for Danny's office.
"Hey."
Danny looked up from his computer, and seeing it was Steve, stood up, eyebrows raised. "Talk about incentives."
Steve took a breath, suddenly nervous. It had been years since that one time in the locker room…
Danny must have sensed his mood; he tilted his head and huffed a half-laugh, coming around his desk to stand in front of Steve. He gestured at Steve's lip. "That okay?"
Steve touched it with a thumb, scarcely aware of the split any more. "It's fine."
Danny moved closer. "I could… look at it for you." Tentatively, he reached up a hand, and Steve stared at it, wary of moving for a moment. "I'm not gonna eat you… well, maybe," he grinned, "if you ask nicely."
"Jeez, Danny," Steve gulped. "You really are serious, aren't you? How long… have you… I mean…"
"Uh-uh," Danny waggled a finger under Steve's nose. "Let's not do that now, huh?"
And then he was there, where he should have been long before, if Steve was any judge.
The kiss was long and slow and just a little this side of dirty, Danny's tongue sweeping across the residual damage from the perp's fist and into Steve's mouth as his right hand reached up and around Steve's neck, his fingers grasping the sensitive hair at the back of Steve's neck. Steve shivered at the touch, groaning into Danny's mouth as the kiss deepened. His hands wrapped around the sides of Danny's face and held him there as they explored each other's taste and texture.
Finally, Steve had to draw back, seeking air, totally amazed at how much he wanted this, and so much more. He and Danny gazed in wonder at each other, still holding on, and mere inches away from diving back in.
"This…" Steve tried, his voice lower than normal and sounding breathless.
"Oh yeah," Danny agreed. "We need to take this somewhere where we can do more than this without someone from HPD deciding to pay us a visit and getting way more information than they bargained for on the inside politics of Five-0."
Steve laughed, letting go of Danny's face with reluctance. "Let's go to my place," he suggested, surprised how easily he'd got with the program, and still more than a little in wonder at Danny's eagerness. However, he wasn't about to question it too much right now.
~//~
"Move back a little," Danny murmured against Steve's neck, his tongue dancing on the skin he'd been sucking there just a moment ago. His hands were pulling at Steve's t-shirt and sliding over Steve's hipbones as Steve shifted his feet to accommodate Danny's request.
Steve had both hands wrapped around Danny's trouser-clad - and under that, jockstrap-clad - ass, and he was biting at his own lip to stop from groaning at what Danny was doing.
"One more step, babe."
Steve obliged, unsure why Danny was so eager to have him reverse, until Danny suddenly pushed and the back of Steve's knees hit the bed and he lost his balance to fall onto it. Grinning inanely, he lifted up onto his elbows, still sprawled across the width of the mattress.
Danny gave him a sultry look from under his brows and then gracefully spun around to present his ass to Steve, wiggling it to emphasize the lack of proper underwear under those trousers.
"Cock-tease," Steve told him, eyeing the perfect shape of Danny's neat little behind with more than a little admiration.
"It ain't teasing when the guy follows through," Danny promised, swaying just a little as he straightened up and finished the circle he'd been turning as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off and dropped it on the floor.
Steve gulped, desire sizzling through his whole body as he took in the sight of Danny's well-muscled and hairy torso. Steve never would have imagined he'd be so happy to be exactly where he was right now, seeing his partner doing a strip-tease for his benefit.
Danny's hands were on his belt-buckle, and Steve drew in a long, unsteady breath as he watched, his hips squirming of their own accord.
"You know what I'm gonna do when I get done with my clothes?" Danny asked.
"No, what?" Steve asked, barely caring what Danny was even saying as he watched the zipper on Danny's pants slide slowly downward.
Danny waggled his eyebrows, shimmying out of the trousers and holding both hands out to the sides. "Start working on yours."
Steve couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of Danny's jockstrap-enclosed cock straining against the material, and his throat tightened as Danny once again turned, giving Steve a bird's eye view of his naked ass, the curve of it softened by the strap of the not-quite-underwear he was wearing. "Oh, God…"
There was something about the worn material of the jockstrap too; something that made Steve want to touch even more than he'd wanted earlier.
Danny made as if to slide the jockstrap off, but Steve shook his head, "No, leave it on!"
Quirking a grin, Danny raised his eyebrows slightly, but left the jockstrap where it was. "If you say so."
He moved nearer, and Steve scrabbled back further, swallowing as Danny knelt between his legs and reached for Steve's t-shirt, easing it upward until Steve took the hint and shifted to help remove it. Then Danny was unfastening Steve's fly, his eyes tracking between what he was doing and Steve's face.
Steve took a long slow breath as the zipper went down and the hardness inside his briefs was exposed. Danny slowly shifted his hands, pulling at Steve's cargoes as Danny backed up to standing once more, tugging at the pants until they slid down and off Steve's legs.
Moments later, Danny was back where he'd been, his eyes meeting Steve's as he ran his thumb gently up the length of Steve's cock where it lay hidden beneath the cotton of his underwear.
It made Steve gasp, his vision clouding with need, and he couldn't rip his eyes from Danny's. The blue of them, almost translucent in the light, drew him in too deeply to back out - not that he wanted to. Danny's eyes crinkled with amusement and just as Steve was about to ask what was so funny, he began to pull Steve's underwear downwards, and Steve forgot whatever words he'd begun to form.
Danny licked his lips as Steve's erection sprang free, and Steve thought he'd never seen anything so erotic. Lunging up from where he lay, he pulled Danny nearer, their mouths crashing into one another - split lip be damned - as Danny fell onto him. Heat suffused through him as Danny rocked his hips into Steve's, and Steve wrapped his hands around Danny's ass, hooking one thumb in the jockstrap and moving it back and forth on Danny's skin.
"God…" Steve breathed between kisses, encouraged by the little noises Danny was making. Rapidly, he rolled them over, grinning down at Danny, before sliding downward. As he moved closer to the jockstrap - and what it hid - he turned his eyes upward to look at Danny's face.
The memory of Todd from all those years ago - in a similar position beneath him in the equipment room that day - merged and overrode Danny's image for a second, and Steve had to shake his head so it was only Danny he saw.
It was only Danny he wanted now.
Pushing upwards so that he could look at all of Danny's body, Steve drank in the masculine beauty of Danny's compact form, with only that one small item of clothing covering the evidence of his need.
At last Steve had savored enough, and he traced Danny's treasure trail with one finger, his lips twitching with delight as Danny's breath hitched. Then he was dragging the jockstrap down, barely getting it clear of Danny's thick cock before he buried his face in Danny's groin, licking roughly at the juncture of thigh and torso. The mixed smell of cologne, sexual arousal and sweat was enough to make Steve forget that he hadn't done this in more years than he could remember.
His tongue certainly remembered all the moves, and the taste of Danny's balls as he mouthed them brought back that locker-room scene all too clearly once more. Giving in to the inevitability of the situation wasn't a fight; Steve's eagerness to relive that memory, but only with the certain knowledge that this was Danny - his partner, his friend, his Danno - and not Todd, made his surrender to it all too sweet.
"Danno," he muttered in acknowledgement, and licked up the underside of Danny's cock before covering it with eager lips.
Danny arched up into the motion, moaning softly, one hand clutching the bedding while the other found Steve's hair and gripped tightly. Steve didn't care; the pain in his scalp as Danny's fist tightened was like nothing while his mouth was moving on Danny's exquisitely hot dick.
Steve stole a look upward from under his lashes as he sucked harder, taking in the sight of skin flushed from pleasure, Danny's half-closed eyes, and the way his lips moved as he murmured something inaudible. The jockstrap was hindering Danny's movements though, and allowing mere seconds away from his human lollipop, Steve twisted the offending item away, wrapping it in his fist as he took Danny's cock back into his mouth.
"Steve… Steve…"
"Mmm?"
"I'm gonna…" Danny's fingers tightened impossibly in Steve's hair, and though he knew what was about to happen, Steve ignored the burn at his hairline and swallowed hard around the end of Danny's cock, prepared for everything he was about to receive. "…come!" Danny finished the sentence as he did just that.
Steve swallowed rapidly several more times, slowly shifting away as Danny bucked under him and then collapsed against the bedding, heart thumping rapidly under the hand Steve had stretched up to lay on his chest.
It was a moment before either of them spoke and Steve laid his head on Danny's thigh, his own heart racing almost as fast as Danny's, as he studied the second cock he'd ever had in his mouth.
"Fuck…" Danny let out softly, "Had no idea you'd do that, babe."
Steve tilted his head to look at Danny's sated expression, pleased with the result of his surprise. Danny ran gentle fingers through Steve's hair and huffed. "Don't let it make your head any bigger, but you're pretty good at that."
Steve's smile grew wider and he moved upward, offering Danny a slow kiss.
"S'pose you're gonna ask me to return the favor now?" Danny grinned.
"Well…"
"C'mere," Danny whispered against Steve's lips. "Gonna show you you're not the only one with a good mouth."
Pushing gently, since Steve wasn't exactly fighting, Danny rolled him onto his back, planting soft kisses interspersed with stronger ones along the line of his jaw and down his neck. Steve arched into the movement as Danny's teeth found one of his nipples. He couldn't help letting out a groan, and Danny bit harder at the sound, moving to his other nipple to repeat the action until Steve was breathless with anticipation and need.
"C'mon, Danno," he muttered, reaching for Danny's hair.
"Uh-uh." Danny dodged his hand, licking and kissing lower and lower.
Steve bit at his lip, trying to hold back from shoving Danny where he really needed him.
After several moments of this gentle teasing, the softness of Danny's tongue found the head of Steve's cock at last, pulling several breathy sounds from Steve's mouth. Danny lifted his eyes at the noises, crinkles appearing at the edges of them as he continued the soft, teasing licks that prolonged Steve's wordless vocalizations. In other circumstances Steve might have been embarrassed, but it felt too damned good, and with the way Danny was looking at him…
Oh! Danny's mouth surrounded just the head, feeling even hotter than Steve's dick, and so damned wet. He melted into the sensation, watching Danny's mouth move back and forth on his rigid flesh. All the while, Steve was well aware of Danny's eyes on his face, and it aroused him almost as much as the ministrations to his cock.
"Jesus…" Steve let out as he felt fingers fondling his balls and then stroking across his perineum.
Danny's tongue swirled deliciously around Steve's glans and tickled at his frenulum, pushing Steve's desire higher. This time Steve ignored Danny's efforts to shake his hand from the perfect coiffure as he dug into the surprisingly soft strands, trying to urge Danny on without choking him.
"Mmhmmm," Danny murmured around Steve's cock, sending Steve straight into an orgasm so incredible he forgot himself. He clutched harshly at Danny's hair and his hips bucked deeper into Danny's mouth.
Danny, for his part, wasn't fazed and kept humming, his finger sliding back and forth across Steve's perineum as he kept pace with Steve's movements elsewhere.
Finally, Steve flopped backward, letting go of Danny and closing his eyes, pleasure still sizzling through his synapses. Danny shifted upward, coming to land on Steve's chest comfortably, like he'd always belonged there.
Steve wrapped an arm around Danny's back, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as their hearts thudded against each other, eventually synchronizing to resting rate.
"That was totally worth the wait," Danny murmured into Steve's ear.
Now Steve thought about it, there had been something akin to relief in Danny's manner since he'd acknowledged Steve's interest. "Wait a minute… Did you plan this?" Steve asked, tipping his chin to meet Danny's eyes.
Danny lifted his head, a slightly sheepish look in evidence. "Not exactly plan… but I kinda hoped…"
"The jockstrap was part of that?"
Danny's hand traced ticklish patterns on Steve's chest as he dropped his eyes to watch what his fingers were doing for a second. Then he met Steve's suspicious gaze once more. "No, babe. That was just like I told you, but… once I saw the way it set something off in your memory… Hey, can't blame a guy for making the most of an opportunity, can you?"
Steve huffed lightly, unable to hold the ruse against Danny, considering how it had turned out. Instead of commenting, he dragged Danny closer to his lips and planted a grateful kiss on him.
"Mmm," Danny murmured into his mouth, licking softly at the cut on Steve's lips. "Why…" He kissed Steve again softly, flexing arms under himself as if to leave the bed. "…don't…" Another slow kiss was delivered before he moved; one that sent low ripples of renewed desire through Steve's body. "…we…" A third kiss had Steve aiming to pull Danny back from the slow escape, but he somehow managed to extricate himself. Danny slid to the edge of the bed and grinned back as he finished the sentence with, "…grab something to eat, and bring it back here?"
Steve had to suppress his natural urge to explain why eating in bed was not a good idea. He moved to follow Danny out of bed, smiling as he grabbed at sweatpants and pulled them on. "I could make us a couple of omelets," he suggested, digging through a drawer for an old pair of sweats and throwing them at Danny.
Danny gave him a look that said he was on to the scheme to sway him from the idea of bringing food into the bedroom, but he didn't say anything as he dragged on the pants. He caught the t-shirt that Steve followed up with and pulled it over his head as he left the room. Steve shrugged into his own t-shirt, grinning at Danny's back fondly as he followed.
In the kitchen, Steve headed for the fridge while Danny set the coffee going. It felt oddly natural to be cooking eggs after sex with Danny, and Steve let his smile widen as he considered how good it was that they'd come this far in such a short space of time.
"What's going through your head, babe?" Danny asked as he placed mugs on the table. "That grin usually precedes hand grenades or tear gas. Should I be worried?"
"You think I'm gonna tear-gas you?" Steve said as he flipped the first omelet onto a plate and turned to hand it to Danny.
"In all honesty, I was kind of expecting a freak-out of some kind." Danny took the plate and set it on the table, and went in search of knives and forks.
Steve shrugged as he mixed up the next omelet and poured it into the pan. "I'm a little surprised myself, considering this isn't something I've done a lot of."
"The jockstrap clearly had you thinking of something you'd done before though?"
The words sobered Steve up just a little; it wasn't an easy memory, despite how relaxed Steve had been feeling about getting as intimate with Danny as he'd been with Todd Burwood. "Yeah," he managed, sliding the second omelet onto his plate and turning off the stove. He ducked his head, avoiding Danny's eyes as he sat down and picked up a fork.
Danny began eating too, smiling at Steve every time their eyes met. It was impossible not to smile back, despite Danny's clear desire to know more of Steve's past than he'd ever told anyone before. But Danny didn't speak till they'd both finished eating, and Steve got up to pour the coffee.
"You gonna tell me about him?"
Steve shrugged, then turned to lean back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. "I guess. Back in high school, one time… it was late after practice; I got held up talking to the coach about something, and by the time I got to the locker room, there was only a couple of guys there… and then one of them left. Todd Burwood was just stripping off for a shower… and he was only wearing a jockstrap."
Steve huffed an embarrassed laugh, staring through space at the memory. "I didn't… look at other guys much, but Todd… he was… one of those guys everyone admired. He had this neat little ass…" Steve blinked, suddenly aware that he was telling this to someone else - to Danny, who he trusted above all others, it had to be said - and smiled at him shyly.
Danny had cocked his head to one side as he listened, and grinned at Steve like this was the best story he'd ever heard. "Something happened?" he asked.
Nodding, Steve moved to find coffee cups. "He looked at me like he knew me, you know?" He half turned, lifting an eyebrow and turning away again when Danny nodded as if he got it. "And I… I couldn't look away when he started walking towards me with just that jockstrap on. He… he took my hands and wrapped them around his ass…" Steve felt acutely embarrassed suddenly, and he licked his lips before turning back to ask, "You sure you want to hear this?"
Danny had put one elbow on the table and was sitting with his chin in his hand, smiling fondly in Steve's direction. "Yeah, babe, I do."
"It felt right, just then," Steve went on after a moment, pouring coffee and sliding a cup across the table towards Danny.
"You want to finish the story upstairs?" Danny asked, and Steve nodded as he replaced the cream in the fridge, following Danny up the stairs.
In the bedroom, Steve found a comfortable spot on the bed, pulling pillows up to lean on and then picking up the coffee cup he'd placed on the nightstand while he positioned himself. Danny did the same on his side, and then gave Steve an encouraging grin.
"Where was I?" he found himself asking without embarrassment.
"It felt right," Danny prompted.
"It did. He was just in the right place, where I needed him right then. He kissed me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I… I liked it. His ass felt good under my hands too, and then we were rubbing up against each other… and… there was more kissing and some… licking and sucking, but it was all over pretty quickly, in all honesty. I guess two horny teenagers… what else would you expect?"
Danny snorted softly. "Yeah. What about afterwards? It never happened again?"
"Afterwards… I…" Steve swallowed, regret filling his heart. "I didn't treat him very well, I'm sorry to say."
Danny looked sympathetic. "It can't have been easy."
"I told him… I wasn't like that, and it couldn't happen again. That it was a mistake."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. He just… he gave me this… really sad look, and then he got dressed and left."
"What did you do?"
"I took a shower, got dressed and went home. We never talked about it again, and I… I didn't think about it or about him after that, really. We pretty much avoided each other from then on."
"What happened to him?" Danny looked thoughtful, which was slightly worrying.
"He umm… last I knew he went away to college somewhere on the East Coast. I tried not to wonder." Residual guilt rose up at the thought, and Steve gulped hot coffee to cover his unease.
Danny nodded, his eyes full of sympathy, and sipped from his own mug more sedately.
"What about you, Mr. Dark Horse?" Steve asked.
"Hmm? Me?" Danny said, his eyebrows raised.
Steve huffed. "Yeah, you. I had no idea you… I mean…" He shrugged. "You were married."
"Married is not dead, my friend. I had my moments." Steve must have looked horrified, because he rapidly added, "Never while we were together, don't worry! In college I experimented quite a lot, if you must know. There were one or two orgies…" He grinned abruptly. "You're shocked!"
"I never imagined for one second that under that straight-laced All-American façade there lurked a pervert." Steve couldn't help smiling.
"Yeah, well, you can't judge a book by its cover and all that," Danny told him, slurping more coffee and then waggling his eyebrows at Steve.
A sudden thought hit Steve. "So, have you? Since you've been here?"
"Have I what?" Danny tilted an eyebrow in question.
"Oh, come on. Been with a guy? Who?" A stirring of jealousy heated Steve's face at the thought.
"There was this hot surfer dude once up on the North Shore…" Danny began and then laughed. He shook his head. "I'm teasing. No, there hasn't been anyone. I did see a hot surfer I could have happily gotten all sandy for one time, but… he was with this equally hot girl, and I figured three was probably a crowd."
"I'm glad," Steve said softly, replacing his cup on the nightstand and waiting for Danny to do the same. He leaned into Danny, circling a warm hand around his neck and kissing his lips softly.
"Me too, babe, me too."
The kisses grew hotter, more demanding, and Steve realized that while he might not be as young as when he did this the first time, when things were right, they were right.
~//~
Out of the Locker Room, Part Two
Pairing/Characters: Steve/Danny, Steve/OMC, Steve/Danny/OMC
Genre: Angst, Porn with Plot, Slightly Kinky
Word Count: Part One - 5,602 of 14,463 in total
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers for the show; warnings: jockstrap kink, threesome porn, facial
Disclaimer: I made up the character of Todd; apart from this, ownership of anything related to H50 still belongs with the creators of the show; no money made at this end; no disrespect intended
Beta: siluria, as ever, made time for me and helped set a few things straight; any errors left are all mine
Summary: Steve notices something different about Danny one day; where that leads them is an unexpected place.
Author’s Notes: Written for prompt offered by Ignemferam some time ago, when I requested some ideas for comment fic: One day, Steve notices something unusual about Danny's dress pants - the usual lines of boxers or briefs are gone, instead two bands of indentation appear right below the buttocks - Danny's wearing a jockstrap. That knocks something in Steve loose - something that's been lurking since his high school football days. Notes: maybe Danny's too busy to do laundry and picks whatever he can find in his drawers for work that day? First-time/established as you see fit. ;)I hope you like where it ended up, my friend, and I'm so sorry it took so long to get finished.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
As Danny bent forward over the computer table to look more closely at the report Kono was showing him, Steve couldn't help noticing there was something different about his outline; like he was wearing something different. It wasn't that Steve routinely checked out Danny's ass - well, not that routinely - but Danny was right in front of him this time and Steve's eye fell naturally to the sight without his permission.
As he frowned, trying to decipher what he was seeing, Danny shifted again, and it finally clicked into place why it seemed so familiar… Danny Williams was wearing a jockstrap.
Steve blinked as Danny straightened to eye him with suspicion.
"What's with the face?" Danny asked.
"Nope. Nothing," Steve bluffed.
Danny frowned disbelievingly, but let it go, thank God. They had work to do, after all.
In the Camaro on the way to interview a suspect, Steve kept sneaking looks at Danny whenever he thought his partner wasn't looking. He didn't seem like the jockstrap sort of guy, no matter how Steve thought about it.
The interview was short, thankfully, although it was a dead end for the case they were working.
Thankfully, because Steve couldn't stop stealing glances at Danny's ass as they talked to the man while he worked on a vehicle in his garage. Danny kept moving around, and somehow presenting his ass in those snug-fitting trousers in Steve's direction.
"What is with you, today, Steven?" Danny asked as they got back in the car.
"What d'you mean?" Steve asked, aiming for innocent.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were checking me out back there."
"What?" Steve mock-snorted as he started the Camaro. "No way."
Danny squinted at him, suspicion written in the blueness of his eyes. "Yeah? You sure about that, sailor?"
Steve rolled his eyes, turning his head as he backed the car out of the driveway and onto the road. Danny was far too observant, although he supposed the same could be said for him, considering what had got him looking at Danny's ass in the first place.
"Look, it's nothing; nothing that you'd want to know about, anyway."
"Suit yourself," Danny said after a short pause. He shook his head and looked away.
An image from high school hit Steve head-on as he did so. The locker room from his football playing days was suddenly so strong he could almost discern the familiar mixture of smells from back then, and he gulped at the memory. The longing of that long-forgotten moment balled in his stomach, and the regret he'd left behind all those years ago swam before him.
"Hey!" Danny's worried voice suddenly cut through the memory, and Steve's vision cleared enough for him to realize he'd just about driven into the busy street without looking.
He put his foot on the brake and eased the vehicle to the side of the road, turning off the gas and taking a deep breath.
"Where'd you go just now?" Danny asked, his eyes heavy with worry - or fear - Steve wasn't sure which.
"Sorry, Danny. I just… something crazy just hit me and I… I'm sorry."
"Maybe you should tell me exactly what's going on with you today, buddy. Because a problem shared and all that… you know?"
Steve huffed a half-laugh. "This is so not me. You… tell me you're not wearing a jockstrap today, Danno, and I'll be fine."
"A jockstrap? How… Is that why you were checking out my ass back there?" Danny gestured awkwardly, his eyes narrowing.
Steve, embarrassed, had to nod. How else could he explain it?
"You know, there have been times I swear… but I did not know you had such an interest in my underwear. Is this new for you, or have you always had a thing for it?"
"No!" Steve almost shouted. "I do not generally look at…" He waved a hand vaguely in Danny's direction. "…your ass. It's just… this morning, you kept… pointing it in my direction, like you wanted me to notice!"
Danny shook his head, an unamused smile creasing his lips. "Is that even a thing? I may have bent over a couple of times inadvertently, but I did not 'point it in your direction', I promise you."
"Well, Danny, I couldn't help noticing what you were wearing, so you must have been doing something that made me see it."
Danny licked his lips, glancing away, and then turned back. "Is this your way of denying you're interested in what I wear under my clothes? Because it so happens that I'm behind on laundry - thanks to the grueling schedule we've been under this week, I might add - and this morning I had to grab the first thing I could find, which turned out to be an old jockstrap. I don't even know why I still have it, but due to the lack of other choices, I'd have been going commando this morning otherwise."
Steve swallowed hard, surprised at his body's reaction to that particular idea. Christ… remembering that one time in the locker room with Todd Burwood all those years ago had done funny things to him. Admittedly, now he thought about it, Danny was built rather like Todd, but that had been a total one-off for both of them, and it hadn't happened ever again, nor had Steve even been tempted since with anyone else… and now, Danny? It was ridiculous, wasn't it?
"Steve? Steven? Jesus almighty, don't tell me you're having a freak-out… Christ, what memory did the thought of me in a jockstrap - or for that matter, going commando - bring back, babe? You need a doctor?"
Alarmingly, Danny was practically in his face, like he was worried Steve was close to passing out, and it definitely wasn't doing Steve's libido any good. He couldn't believe his body was betraying him like this…
"My God… " Danny's hands went up and his expression took on a worrying note as his eyes dropped to Steve's crotch. "Maybe I shouldn't be surprised…"
Steve yanked on the door handle, escaping from the Camaro like his pants were on fire. "Jesus, fuck…"
Danny was coming after him though, grabbing at his arm as he hit the sidewalk. "Steve, Steve… calm down, for chrissake. Just take a breath. Fuck… If I'd known…"
"What?" Steve's eyes flew open wide. "If you'd known, what?"
Danny's shy smile twisted Steve's innards painfully, and his embarrassment rose accordingly.
"I'd have worn it sooner."
Steve's mouth went dry at the words, his head spinning with the possibilities he'd never believed he could have wanted, if the evidence in front of him wasn't so strong. "You're kidding me, right?"
Danny looked affronted. "You seriously think I'd have stuck my neck out about this if I didn't mean it?"
Steve swallowed hard, desire spiraling through his whole body. "Okay." He nodded, stunned. "But we have a case…" he whispered.
"That we do," Danny agreed, hitching his thumbs in his pockets and dropping his eyes away as he stepped closer. "This can wait till later…"
Unable to step away, it was all Steve could do to echo Danny's last word, his pulse thumping.
"Yeah, later," Danny said. "We could… revisit whatever it was you were thinking back there in the car. Because I got a feeling the idea of someone in a jockstrap takes you back to a time when you knew exactly what to do with the way your body just reacted."
Steve had never seen Danny like this; had never expected that he would be so damned turned on by it, himself, either. He couldn't think what to say, beyond "Okay."
Danny smiled properly, meeting Steve's eyes with a depth of emotion that said Steve was about to find out so very much more about Danny than he'd ever dreamed.
Just as Steve lost his fight with the thought, Danny abruptly stepped away, and headed back towards the car. "Now, we gotta get this case closed, and then we can deal with whatever you've been keeping hidden away, babe, okay?"
Steve blinked at the sudden change of focus, but nodded. He took a breath, willing his desire away, and followed Danny back to the car, rounding it to the driver's side.
"It's something to look forward to, huh?" Danny said across the vehicle, giving Steve a dirty little smile. "Think of it as a bonus if we solve the case."
"You bet," Steve agreed, his sense of challenge sparked at the thought and completely overriding any residual embarrassment he felt.
~//~
To Steve's amazement, the tiny glances he'd been throwing Danny's way all morning were now being returned. However, with his usual razor-sharp focus, Steve managed to push any real thought about Danny's intentions aside and concentrate on the case. He had more than his usual incentive to solve it now, and his body thrummed with suppressed need all day as he directed everything he could to that end.
Of course it didn't mean he wasn't super-aware of Danny by his side, the looks they were surreptitiously exchanging, or the view every time Danny bent over in front of him.
All that just pushed his buttons more, and they were both close to ecstatic when the break-through they needed led them and the rest of Five-0 into a factory on Sand Island where they managed to round up the entire weapons-smuggling outfit. Of course it didn't end quickly - three of the perps had to shoot needlessly in Steve's direction before Kono and Danny managed to disarm them (one by way of a bullet fired by the ever-accurate Kono), and there was the obligatory chasing of one guy down the alley behind the factory before he too was arrested.
Steve grinned widely at Danny through the split in his lip the chased perp had managed to get in with a lone punch before Steve downed him, endorphins racing through him as he pushed the guy in Danny's direction. "Book him, Danno."
"I love it when you say that," Danny grinned, grabbing the guy by the arm and starting to read him his rights. Steve nodded his thanks at Kono and headed over to where Chin was talking to the HPD guys who had just arrived on the scene.
Back in HQ, Kono gave him an odd look as he suggested they finish up the paperwork in the morning, and she and Chin headed for the door like they were frightened Steve would change his mind. He watched them leave, and then headed for Danny's office.
"Hey."
Danny looked up from his computer, and seeing it was Steve, stood up, eyebrows raised. "Talk about incentives."
Steve took a breath, suddenly nervous. It had been years since that one time in the locker room…
Danny must have sensed his mood; he tilted his head and huffed a half-laugh, coming around his desk to stand in front of Steve. He gestured at Steve's lip. "That okay?"
Steve touched it with a thumb, scarcely aware of the split any more. "It's fine."
Danny moved closer. "I could… look at it for you." Tentatively, he reached up a hand, and Steve stared at it, wary of moving for a moment. "I'm not gonna eat you… well, maybe," he grinned, "if you ask nicely."
"Jeez, Danny," Steve gulped. "You really are serious, aren't you? How long… have you… I mean…"
"Uh-uh," Danny waggled a finger under Steve's nose. "Let's not do that now, huh?"
And then he was there, where he should have been long before, if Steve was any judge.
The kiss was long and slow and just a little this side of dirty, Danny's tongue sweeping across the residual damage from the perp's fist and into Steve's mouth as his right hand reached up and around Steve's neck, his fingers grasping the sensitive hair at the back of Steve's neck. Steve shivered at the touch, groaning into Danny's mouth as the kiss deepened. His hands wrapped around the sides of Danny's face and held him there as they explored each other's taste and texture.
Finally, Steve had to draw back, seeking air, totally amazed at how much he wanted this, and so much more. He and Danny gazed in wonder at each other, still holding on, and mere inches away from diving back in.
"This…" Steve tried, his voice lower than normal and sounding breathless.
"Oh yeah," Danny agreed. "We need to take this somewhere where we can do more than this without someone from HPD deciding to pay us a visit and getting way more information than they bargained for on the inside politics of Five-0."
Steve laughed, letting go of Danny's face with reluctance. "Let's go to my place," he suggested, surprised how easily he'd got with the program, and still more than a little in wonder at Danny's eagerness. However, he wasn't about to question it too much right now.
~//~
"Move back a little," Danny murmured against Steve's neck, his tongue dancing on the skin he'd been sucking there just a moment ago. His hands were pulling at Steve's t-shirt and sliding over Steve's hipbones as Steve shifted his feet to accommodate Danny's request.
Steve had both hands wrapped around Danny's trouser-clad - and under that, jockstrap-clad - ass, and he was biting at his own lip to stop from groaning at what Danny was doing.
"One more step, babe."
Steve obliged, unsure why Danny was so eager to have him reverse, until Danny suddenly pushed and the back of Steve's knees hit the bed and he lost his balance to fall onto it. Grinning inanely, he lifted up onto his elbows, still sprawled across the width of the mattress.
Danny gave him a sultry look from under his brows and then gracefully spun around to present his ass to Steve, wiggling it to emphasize the lack of proper underwear under those trousers.
"Cock-tease," Steve told him, eyeing the perfect shape of Danny's neat little behind with more than a little admiration.
"It ain't teasing when the guy follows through," Danny promised, swaying just a little as he straightened up and finished the circle he'd been turning as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off and dropped it on the floor.
Steve gulped, desire sizzling through his whole body as he took in the sight of Danny's well-muscled and hairy torso. Steve never would have imagined he'd be so happy to be exactly where he was right now, seeing his partner doing a strip-tease for his benefit.
Danny's hands were on his belt-buckle, and Steve drew in a long, unsteady breath as he watched, his hips squirming of their own accord.
"You know what I'm gonna do when I get done with my clothes?" Danny asked.
"No, what?" Steve asked, barely caring what Danny was even saying as he watched the zipper on Danny's pants slide slowly downward.
Danny waggled his eyebrows, shimmying out of the trousers and holding both hands out to the sides. "Start working on yours."
Steve couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of Danny's jockstrap-enclosed cock straining against the material, and his throat tightened as Danny once again turned, giving Steve a bird's eye view of his naked ass, the curve of it softened by the strap of the not-quite-underwear he was wearing. "Oh, God…"
There was something about the worn material of the jockstrap too; something that made Steve want to touch even more than he'd wanted earlier.
Danny made as if to slide the jockstrap off, but Steve shook his head, "No, leave it on!"
Quirking a grin, Danny raised his eyebrows slightly, but left the jockstrap where it was. "If you say so."
He moved nearer, and Steve scrabbled back further, swallowing as Danny knelt between his legs and reached for Steve's t-shirt, easing it upward until Steve took the hint and shifted to help remove it. Then Danny was unfastening Steve's fly, his eyes tracking between what he was doing and Steve's face.
Steve took a long slow breath as the zipper went down and the hardness inside his briefs was exposed. Danny slowly shifted his hands, pulling at Steve's cargoes as Danny backed up to standing once more, tugging at the pants until they slid down and off Steve's legs.
Moments later, Danny was back where he'd been, his eyes meeting Steve's as he ran his thumb gently up the length of Steve's cock where it lay hidden beneath the cotton of his underwear.
It made Steve gasp, his vision clouding with need, and he couldn't rip his eyes from Danny's. The blue of them, almost translucent in the light, drew him in too deeply to back out - not that he wanted to. Danny's eyes crinkled with amusement and just as Steve was about to ask what was so funny, he began to pull Steve's underwear downwards, and Steve forgot whatever words he'd begun to form.
Danny licked his lips as Steve's erection sprang free, and Steve thought he'd never seen anything so erotic. Lunging up from where he lay, he pulled Danny nearer, their mouths crashing into one another - split lip be damned - as Danny fell onto him. Heat suffused through him as Danny rocked his hips into Steve's, and Steve wrapped his hands around Danny's ass, hooking one thumb in the jockstrap and moving it back and forth on Danny's skin.
"God…" Steve breathed between kisses, encouraged by the little noises Danny was making. Rapidly, he rolled them over, grinning down at Danny, before sliding downward. As he moved closer to the jockstrap - and what it hid - he turned his eyes upward to look at Danny's face.
The memory of Todd from all those years ago - in a similar position beneath him in the equipment room that day - merged and overrode Danny's image for a second, and Steve had to shake his head so it was only Danny he saw.
It was only Danny he wanted now.
Pushing upwards so that he could look at all of Danny's body, Steve drank in the masculine beauty of Danny's compact form, with only that one small item of clothing covering the evidence of his need.
At last Steve had savored enough, and he traced Danny's treasure trail with one finger, his lips twitching with delight as Danny's breath hitched. Then he was dragging the jockstrap down, barely getting it clear of Danny's thick cock before he buried his face in Danny's groin, licking roughly at the juncture of thigh and torso. The mixed smell of cologne, sexual arousal and sweat was enough to make Steve forget that he hadn't done this in more years than he could remember.
His tongue certainly remembered all the moves, and the taste of Danny's balls as he mouthed them brought back that locker-room scene all too clearly once more. Giving in to the inevitability of the situation wasn't a fight; Steve's eagerness to relive that memory, but only with the certain knowledge that this was Danny - his partner, his friend, his Danno - and not Todd, made his surrender to it all too sweet.
"Danno," he muttered in acknowledgement, and licked up the underside of Danny's cock before covering it with eager lips.
Danny arched up into the motion, moaning softly, one hand clutching the bedding while the other found Steve's hair and gripped tightly. Steve didn't care; the pain in his scalp as Danny's fist tightened was like nothing while his mouth was moving on Danny's exquisitely hot dick.
Steve stole a look upward from under his lashes as he sucked harder, taking in the sight of skin flushed from pleasure, Danny's half-closed eyes, and the way his lips moved as he murmured something inaudible. The jockstrap was hindering Danny's movements though, and allowing mere seconds away from his human lollipop, Steve twisted the offending item away, wrapping it in his fist as he took Danny's cock back into his mouth.
"Steve… Steve…"
"Mmm?"
"I'm gonna…" Danny's fingers tightened impossibly in Steve's hair, and though he knew what was about to happen, Steve ignored the burn at his hairline and swallowed hard around the end of Danny's cock, prepared for everything he was about to receive. "…come!" Danny finished the sentence as he did just that.
Steve swallowed rapidly several more times, slowly shifting away as Danny bucked under him and then collapsed against the bedding, heart thumping rapidly under the hand Steve had stretched up to lay on his chest.
It was a moment before either of them spoke and Steve laid his head on Danny's thigh, his own heart racing almost as fast as Danny's, as he studied the second cock he'd ever had in his mouth.
"Fuck…" Danny let out softly, "Had no idea you'd do that, babe."
Steve tilted his head to look at Danny's sated expression, pleased with the result of his surprise. Danny ran gentle fingers through Steve's hair and huffed. "Don't let it make your head any bigger, but you're pretty good at that."
Steve's smile grew wider and he moved upward, offering Danny a slow kiss.
"S'pose you're gonna ask me to return the favor now?" Danny grinned.
"Well…"
"C'mere," Danny whispered against Steve's lips. "Gonna show you you're not the only one with a good mouth."
Pushing gently, since Steve wasn't exactly fighting, Danny rolled him onto his back, planting soft kisses interspersed with stronger ones along the line of his jaw and down his neck. Steve arched into the movement as Danny's teeth found one of his nipples. He couldn't help letting out a groan, and Danny bit harder at the sound, moving to his other nipple to repeat the action until Steve was breathless with anticipation and need.
"C'mon, Danno," he muttered, reaching for Danny's hair.
"Uh-uh." Danny dodged his hand, licking and kissing lower and lower.
Steve bit at his lip, trying to hold back from shoving Danny where he really needed him.
After several moments of this gentle teasing, the softness of Danny's tongue found the head of Steve's cock at last, pulling several breathy sounds from Steve's mouth. Danny lifted his eyes at the noises, crinkles appearing at the edges of them as he continued the soft, teasing licks that prolonged Steve's wordless vocalizations. In other circumstances Steve might have been embarrassed, but it felt too damned good, and with the way Danny was looking at him…
Oh! Danny's mouth surrounded just the head, feeling even hotter than Steve's dick, and so damned wet. He melted into the sensation, watching Danny's mouth move back and forth on his rigid flesh. All the while, Steve was well aware of Danny's eyes on his face, and it aroused him almost as much as the ministrations to his cock.
"Jesus…" Steve let out as he felt fingers fondling his balls and then stroking across his perineum.
Danny's tongue swirled deliciously around Steve's glans and tickled at his frenulum, pushing Steve's desire higher. This time Steve ignored Danny's efforts to shake his hand from the perfect coiffure as he dug into the surprisingly soft strands, trying to urge Danny on without choking him.
"Mmhmmm," Danny murmured around Steve's cock, sending Steve straight into an orgasm so incredible he forgot himself. He clutched harshly at Danny's hair and his hips bucked deeper into Danny's mouth.
Danny, for his part, wasn't fazed and kept humming, his finger sliding back and forth across Steve's perineum as he kept pace with Steve's movements elsewhere.
Finally, Steve flopped backward, letting go of Danny and closing his eyes, pleasure still sizzling through his synapses. Danny shifted upward, coming to land on Steve's chest comfortably, like he'd always belonged there.
Steve wrapped an arm around Danny's back, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as their hearts thudded against each other, eventually synchronizing to resting rate.
"That was totally worth the wait," Danny murmured into Steve's ear.
Now Steve thought about it, there had been something akin to relief in Danny's manner since he'd acknowledged Steve's interest. "Wait a minute… Did you plan this?" Steve asked, tipping his chin to meet Danny's eyes.
Danny lifted his head, a slightly sheepish look in evidence. "Not exactly plan… but I kinda hoped…"
"The jockstrap was part of that?"
Danny's hand traced ticklish patterns on Steve's chest as he dropped his eyes to watch what his fingers were doing for a second. Then he met Steve's suspicious gaze once more. "No, babe. That was just like I told you, but… once I saw the way it set something off in your memory… Hey, can't blame a guy for making the most of an opportunity, can you?"
Steve huffed lightly, unable to hold the ruse against Danny, considering how it had turned out. Instead of commenting, he dragged Danny closer to his lips and planted a grateful kiss on him.
"Mmm," Danny murmured into his mouth, licking softly at the cut on Steve's lips. "Why…" He kissed Steve again softly, flexing arms under himself as if to leave the bed. "…don't…" Another slow kiss was delivered before he moved; one that sent low ripples of renewed desire through Steve's body. "…we…" A third kiss had Steve aiming to pull Danny back from the slow escape, but he somehow managed to extricate himself. Danny slid to the edge of the bed and grinned back as he finished the sentence with, "…grab something to eat, and bring it back here?"
Steve had to suppress his natural urge to explain why eating in bed was not a good idea. He moved to follow Danny out of bed, smiling as he grabbed at sweatpants and pulled them on. "I could make us a couple of omelets," he suggested, digging through a drawer for an old pair of sweats and throwing them at Danny.
Danny gave him a look that said he was on to the scheme to sway him from the idea of bringing food into the bedroom, but he didn't say anything as he dragged on the pants. He caught the t-shirt that Steve followed up with and pulled it over his head as he left the room. Steve shrugged into his own t-shirt, grinning at Danny's back fondly as he followed.
In the kitchen, Steve headed for the fridge while Danny set the coffee going. It felt oddly natural to be cooking eggs after sex with Danny, and Steve let his smile widen as he considered how good it was that they'd come this far in such a short space of time.
"What's going through your head, babe?" Danny asked as he placed mugs on the table. "That grin usually precedes hand grenades or tear gas. Should I be worried?"
"You think I'm gonna tear-gas you?" Steve said as he flipped the first omelet onto a plate and turned to hand it to Danny.
"In all honesty, I was kind of expecting a freak-out of some kind." Danny took the plate and set it on the table, and went in search of knives and forks.
Steve shrugged as he mixed up the next omelet and poured it into the pan. "I'm a little surprised myself, considering this isn't something I've done a lot of."
"The jockstrap clearly had you thinking of something you'd done before though?"
The words sobered Steve up just a little; it wasn't an easy memory, despite how relaxed Steve had been feeling about getting as intimate with Danny as he'd been with Todd Burwood. "Yeah," he managed, sliding the second omelet onto his plate and turning off the stove. He ducked his head, avoiding Danny's eyes as he sat down and picked up a fork.
Danny began eating too, smiling at Steve every time their eyes met. It was impossible not to smile back, despite Danny's clear desire to know more of Steve's past than he'd ever told anyone before. But Danny didn't speak till they'd both finished eating, and Steve got up to pour the coffee.
"You gonna tell me about him?"
Steve shrugged, then turned to lean back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. "I guess. Back in high school, one time… it was late after practice; I got held up talking to the coach about something, and by the time I got to the locker room, there was only a couple of guys there… and then one of them left. Todd Burwood was just stripping off for a shower… and he was only wearing a jockstrap."
Steve huffed an embarrassed laugh, staring through space at the memory. "I didn't… look at other guys much, but Todd… he was… one of those guys everyone admired. He had this neat little ass…" Steve blinked, suddenly aware that he was telling this to someone else - to Danny, who he trusted above all others, it had to be said - and smiled at him shyly.
Danny had cocked his head to one side as he listened, and grinned at Steve like this was the best story he'd ever heard. "Something happened?" he asked.
Nodding, Steve moved to find coffee cups. "He looked at me like he knew me, you know?" He half turned, lifting an eyebrow and turning away again when Danny nodded as if he got it. "And I… I couldn't look away when he started walking towards me with just that jockstrap on. He… he took my hands and wrapped them around his ass…" Steve felt acutely embarrassed suddenly, and he licked his lips before turning back to ask, "You sure you want to hear this?"
Danny had put one elbow on the table and was sitting with his chin in his hand, smiling fondly in Steve's direction. "Yeah, babe, I do."
"It felt right, just then," Steve went on after a moment, pouring coffee and sliding a cup across the table towards Danny.
"You want to finish the story upstairs?" Danny asked, and Steve nodded as he replaced the cream in the fridge, following Danny up the stairs.
In the bedroom, Steve found a comfortable spot on the bed, pulling pillows up to lean on and then picking up the coffee cup he'd placed on the nightstand while he positioned himself. Danny did the same on his side, and then gave Steve an encouraging grin.
"Where was I?" he found himself asking without embarrassment.
"It felt right," Danny prompted.
"It did. He was just in the right place, where I needed him right then. He kissed me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I… I liked it. His ass felt good under my hands too, and then we were rubbing up against each other… and… there was more kissing and some… licking and sucking, but it was all over pretty quickly, in all honesty. I guess two horny teenagers… what else would you expect?"
Danny snorted softly. "Yeah. What about afterwards? It never happened again?"
"Afterwards… I…" Steve swallowed, regret filling his heart. "I didn't treat him very well, I'm sorry to say."
Danny looked sympathetic. "It can't have been easy."
"I told him… I wasn't like that, and it couldn't happen again. That it was a mistake."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. He just… he gave me this… really sad look, and then he got dressed and left."
"What did you do?"
"I took a shower, got dressed and went home. We never talked about it again, and I… I didn't think about it or about him after that, really. We pretty much avoided each other from then on."
"What happened to him?" Danny looked thoughtful, which was slightly worrying.
"He umm… last I knew he went away to college somewhere on the East Coast. I tried not to wonder." Residual guilt rose up at the thought, and Steve gulped hot coffee to cover his unease.
Danny nodded, his eyes full of sympathy, and sipped from his own mug more sedately.
"What about you, Mr. Dark Horse?" Steve asked.
"Hmm? Me?" Danny said, his eyebrows raised.
Steve huffed. "Yeah, you. I had no idea you… I mean…" He shrugged. "You were married."
"Married is not dead, my friend. I had my moments." Steve must have looked horrified, because he rapidly added, "Never while we were together, don't worry! In college I experimented quite a lot, if you must know. There were one or two orgies…" He grinned abruptly. "You're shocked!"
"I never imagined for one second that under that straight-laced All-American façade there lurked a pervert." Steve couldn't help smiling.
"Yeah, well, you can't judge a book by its cover and all that," Danny told him, slurping more coffee and then waggling his eyebrows at Steve.
A sudden thought hit Steve. "So, have you? Since you've been here?"
"Have I what?" Danny tilted an eyebrow in question.
"Oh, come on. Been with a guy? Who?" A stirring of jealousy heated Steve's face at the thought.
"There was this hot surfer dude once up on the North Shore…" Danny began and then laughed. He shook his head. "I'm teasing. No, there hasn't been anyone. I did see a hot surfer I could have happily gotten all sandy for one time, but… he was with this equally hot girl, and I figured three was probably a crowd."
"I'm glad," Steve said softly, replacing his cup on the nightstand and waiting for Danny to do the same. He leaned into Danny, circling a warm hand around his neck and kissing his lips softly.
"Me too, babe, me too."
The kisses grew hotter, more demanding, and Steve realized that while he might not be as young as when he did this the first time, when things were right, they were right.
~//~
Out of the Locker Room, Part Two