H50 fic: Heat, Part 1/8
Title: Heat, Chapter 1 of 8
Characters: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, Sam Denning (in this chapter)
Word Count:1316 of approximately 17K in full story
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: slash kissing and touching this chapter; eventually NC-17 activity later in story; AU, no spoilers for the show
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters named in this fic; the setting is entirely of my own imagining and in no way reflects the show's premises or ideas. I make no money from my wild imaginings
Beta: the always generous siluria made time to correct and offer suggestions; any remaining mistakes are entirely my own fault
Summary: Hawaii 5-0 Rock Star AU in which Steve is a rock singer with a backing band featuring Chin, Kono and other characters you've seen on the show, and Danny is a Rolling Stone reporter writing an article on Steve.
Author’s Notes: I started writing this as some time ago as either a reward for something or from a prompt at 1_million_words (I forget which). The first couple of parts have already been posted at the comm, but now it's completely written, I am finally posting it in AO3 and my own fic LJ. Unfortunately, it's going to be posted chapter by chapter over several days due to other commitments, but I promise that the story is complete and it will all be posted in due course; please bear with me.
This story can also be found here at AO3
His need is so great, it's all he can do to wait until he's free to touch the one person he wants. Until everyone's gone, he knows he'll just have to bear it though. Like every gig, there are far too many people about afterwards, and Steve has to make nice with most of them, or so his manager tells him.
He keeps shooting glances at the reporter he met a mere two days ago - unbelievably, considering their connection - and the guy returns the looks with a heat that's incendiary. Steve can only hope no one else has noticed; it'd blow his lady's man status in an instant, although the truth is he hardly cares now.
For a someone whose livelihood depends more on facts than imagination, Danny's amazing - infuriating, stubborn and pretty much the opposite of every woman Steve's ever been attracted to - and incredibly inventive, and Steve's hooked like he can't ever remember being before. Maybe it's because he's Steve's first man; maybe it's something else. Steve doesn't know and doesn't feel inclined to analyze it too much. He's an artist, after all, not a critic. For him, like the music he plays, it's about following the rhythm. And his heartbeat speeds up every time Danny's near, which is all he can focus on.
"… Steve?"
Managing to drag his eyes, if not his full attention, away from the bright spark of Danny's position in the room, Steve smiles brightly at the woman gazing hopefully at him now.
"I'm sorry," he tells her, "I didn't quite catch the question."
The woman - a girl really - giggles flirtatiously and says, "Would you like something to drink? You must be thirsty from singing."
The last thing Steve wants is to encourage her, but now he thinks about it, his throat is parched. "Thank you; a beer would be great."
The girl smiles oddly - most rock stars probably want something harder; they'll drink scotch or bourbon like it's water, but that's never been Steve's style - and heads towards the bar, presumably to fill his request.
As she moves away, a couple of other people swoop in on him, making it difficult to breathe. Steve gives them a smile but searches past them, his eyes effortlessly finding Danny where he watches Steve from across the room. It's a brief glance before he gets swept up in a conversation with the A&R guy from his record company and the producer they want him to work with on his next album. He's not the producer Steve wants, but he's under contract to Vivid for two more albums and no matter how hot he is right now, they still have the last word on what gets released and what doesn't, so he may have to suck it up; if he does and he's still making them this kind of money after he's fulfilled the contract, he'll be able to dictate his own terms.
It's twenty painfully long minutes later before he can get away from them, and by then the room's thinning out, thankfully. Steve's still got the beer in his hand that the girl eventually brought back to him, and he gulps the rest hurriedly, his eyes sweeping the room for Danny as he dumps it on the nearest flat surface. His heart skips a beat when he can't see Danny anywhere, and Steve's suddenly panicked into thinking he must have left already.
"Chin." He grabs the arm of his guitarist, who turns towards him. "Did you see where Danny - the reporter who's writing that article for Rolling Stone - went?"
Chin gives him one of his amused but inscrutable looks that could mean he knows exactly what Steve's interest in the guy is, or equally that he's just chilling out and has no clue who Danny even is. "I saw him slip out the door a few minutes ago," Chin tells him. "He might still be in the building, if you really need to catch him tonight."
Steve flashes a thank you smile and heads in the direction Chin indicated before anyone else can waylay him.
Outside the door, the conversational buzz from the room dies down immediately, and Steve glances both ways down the corridor, unsure which direction to take.
"Hey."
Steve starts at the word, turning as Danny appears, as if by magic, from an alcove halfway down the hallway. He steps forward eagerly, forgetting to be as cool as his professional persona suggests he should be, and grins eagerly as Danny shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks on the balls of his feet a few steps away.
"I thought you'd gone," Steve says, stopping before he can touch Danny, though the heat he was feeling earlier is back in force and it's all he can do to keep his hands to himself.
"I almost did," Danny admits, "but… well, here I am, against my better judgment."
"Better judgment?"
"Everyone wants a piece of you after a show, that's obvious. Wasn't sure you'd appreciate me hanging around, even if I am supposed to be finishing that article on you."
Steve glances behind him, but it's all clear. He can't wait any more, and it's evident that Danny's hesitation is more about Steve's entourage than Steve himself. Stepping forward, Steve pushes Danny backward, seeking the alcove he'd been hidden in earlier, and presses him against the wall. The heat inside him flares outward, sending blood rushing to places that make Steve care less and less about being caught.
The kiss is like fire, sending ripples of eat through Steve's body, making him even hotter, and he delves into Danny's clothing, seeking skin, as his tongue makes a thorough investigation of the inside of Danny's mouth. He tastes like bourbon with an edge of salt, like he's eaten chips, and it's all Steve can do not to climb right inside him here and now.
Their mouths part, and they both gulp desperately for air as their hands push and pull at each other's bodies, and then Steve's bending to suck at Danny's pulse point, his fingers finding the hardness he's been seeking inside Danny's jeans at the same moment.
A noise down the hallway makes Steve pull away; Danny makes a sexy but disappointed sound that almost draws him back, but he's aware now of someone approaching and with difficulty he stops himself and turns, hoping like hell his erection isn't visible to whoever it is.
"There you are," Steve's manager, Denning, says, glancing past Steve and smiling vaguely at Danny. "I thought I saw you leave. I need you to come back inside to see someone for a moment, and then you can continue your interview with Mr. Williams."
He puts a slight emphasis on the word interview that Steve knows means Denning is aware of what they were just doing, but Steve is reassured enough by Denning’s reaction to understand it isn't going to be a problem, so he breathes a sigh of relief and nods. Turning his head back in Danny's direction, he says, "I'll meet you in your hotel room and we can pick up where we left off once I'm done here, if that's okay?"
Danny looks disappointed - as disappointed as Steve is, if not more - but he nods in agreement, offering a slightly bitter look in Denning's direction as he begins to move away from them.
Steve watches him go for a moment, before turning back to Denning. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
Whoever it is Denning wants Steve to meet, it must be important, but once he's done, he's going to find Danny and give in to the heat that is consuming both of them so fast that it's in danger of starting a fire for real. Because in the end, that's way more essential to Steve's existence, even if it does have to take a back seat for now.
~//~
Chapter 2
Characters: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, Sam Denning (in this chapter)
Word Count:1316 of approximately 17K in full story
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: slash kissing and touching this chapter; eventually NC-17 activity later in story; AU, no spoilers for the show
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters named in this fic; the setting is entirely of my own imagining and in no way reflects the show's premises or ideas. I make no money from my wild imaginings
Beta: the always generous siluria made time to correct and offer suggestions; any remaining mistakes are entirely my own fault
Summary: Hawaii 5-0 Rock Star AU in which Steve is a rock singer with a backing band featuring Chin, Kono and other characters you've seen on the show, and Danny is a Rolling Stone reporter writing an article on Steve.
Author’s Notes: I started writing this as some time ago as either a reward for something or from a prompt at 1_million_words (I forget which). The first couple of parts have already been posted at the comm, but now it's completely written, I am finally posting it in AO3 and my own fic LJ. Unfortunately, it's going to be posted chapter by chapter over several days due to other commitments, but I promise that the story is complete and it will all be posted in due course; please bear with me.
This story can also be found here at AO3
His need is so great, it's all he can do to wait until he's free to touch the one person he wants. Until everyone's gone, he knows he'll just have to bear it though. Like every gig, there are far too many people about afterwards, and Steve has to make nice with most of them, or so his manager tells him.
He keeps shooting glances at the reporter he met a mere two days ago - unbelievably, considering their connection - and the guy returns the looks with a heat that's incendiary. Steve can only hope no one else has noticed; it'd blow his lady's man status in an instant, although the truth is he hardly cares now.
For a someone whose livelihood depends more on facts than imagination, Danny's amazing - infuriating, stubborn and pretty much the opposite of every woman Steve's ever been attracted to - and incredibly inventive, and Steve's hooked like he can't ever remember being before. Maybe it's because he's Steve's first man; maybe it's something else. Steve doesn't know and doesn't feel inclined to analyze it too much. He's an artist, after all, not a critic. For him, like the music he plays, it's about following the rhythm. And his heartbeat speeds up every time Danny's near, which is all he can focus on.
"… Steve?"
Managing to drag his eyes, if not his full attention, away from the bright spark of Danny's position in the room, Steve smiles brightly at the woman gazing hopefully at him now.
"I'm sorry," he tells her, "I didn't quite catch the question."
The woman - a girl really - giggles flirtatiously and says, "Would you like something to drink? You must be thirsty from singing."
The last thing Steve wants is to encourage her, but now he thinks about it, his throat is parched. "Thank you; a beer would be great."
The girl smiles oddly - most rock stars probably want something harder; they'll drink scotch or bourbon like it's water, but that's never been Steve's style - and heads towards the bar, presumably to fill his request.
As she moves away, a couple of other people swoop in on him, making it difficult to breathe. Steve gives them a smile but searches past them, his eyes effortlessly finding Danny where he watches Steve from across the room. It's a brief glance before he gets swept up in a conversation with the A&R guy from his record company and the producer they want him to work with on his next album. He's not the producer Steve wants, but he's under contract to Vivid for two more albums and no matter how hot he is right now, they still have the last word on what gets released and what doesn't, so he may have to suck it up; if he does and he's still making them this kind of money after he's fulfilled the contract, he'll be able to dictate his own terms.
It's twenty painfully long minutes later before he can get away from them, and by then the room's thinning out, thankfully. Steve's still got the beer in his hand that the girl eventually brought back to him, and he gulps the rest hurriedly, his eyes sweeping the room for Danny as he dumps it on the nearest flat surface. His heart skips a beat when he can't see Danny anywhere, and Steve's suddenly panicked into thinking he must have left already.
"Chin." He grabs the arm of his guitarist, who turns towards him. "Did you see where Danny - the reporter who's writing that article for Rolling Stone - went?"
Chin gives him one of his amused but inscrutable looks that could mean he knows exactly what Steve's interest in the guy is, or equally that he's just chilling out and has no clue who Danny even is. "I saw him slip out the door a few minutes ago," Chin tells him. "He might still be in the building, if you really need to catch him tonight."
Steve flashes a thank you smile and heads in the direction Chin indicated before anyone else can waylay him.
Outside the door, the conversational buzz from the room dies down immediately, and Steve glances both ways down the corridor, unsure which direction to take.
"Hey."
Steve starts at the word, turning as Danny appears, as if by magic, from an alcove halfway down the hallway. He steps forward eagerly, forgetting to be as cool as his professional persona suggests he should be, and grins eagerly as Danny shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks on the balls of his feet a few steps away.
"I thought you'd gone," Steve says, stopping before he can touch Danny, though the heat he was feeling earlier is back in force and it's all he can do to keep his hands to himself.
"I almost did," Danny admits, "but… well, here I am, against my better judgment."
"Better judgment?"
"Everyone wants a piece of you after a show, that's obvious. Wasn't sure you'd appreciate me hanging around, even if I am supposed to be finishing that article on you."
Steve glances behind him, but it's all clear. He can't wait any more, and it's evident that Danny's hesitation is more about Steve's entourage than Steve himself. Stepping forward, Steve pushes Danny backward, seeking the alcove he'd been hidden in earlier, and presses him against the wall. The heat inside him flares outward, sending blood rushing to places that make Steve care less and less about being caught.
The kiss is like fire, sending ripples of eat through Steve's body, making him even hotter, and he delves into Danny's clothing, seeking skin, as his tongue makes a thorough investigation of the inside of Danny's mouth. He tastes like bourbon with an edge of salt, like he's eaten chips, and it's all Steve can do not to climb right inside him here and now.
Their mouths part, and they both gulp desperately for air as their hands push and pull at each other's bodies, and then Steve's bending to suck at Danny's pulse point, his fingers finding the hardness he's been seeking inside Danny's jeans at the same moment.
A noise down the hallway makes Steve pull away; Danny makes a sexy but disappointed sound that almost draws him back, but he's aware now of someone approaching and with difficulty he stops himself and turns, hoping like hell his erection isn't visible to whoever it is.
"There you are," Steve's manager, Denning, says, glancing past Steve and smiling vaguely at Danny. "I thought I saw you leave. I need you to come back inside to see someone for a moment, and then you can continue your interview with Mr. Williams."
He puts a slight emphasis on the word interview that Steve knows means Denning is aware of what they were just doing, but Steve is reassured enough by Denning’s reaction to understand it isn't going to be a problem, so he breathes a sigh of relief and nods. Turning his head back in Danny's direction, he says, "I'll meet you in your hotel room and we can pick up where we left off once I'm done here, if that's okay?"
Danny looks disappointed - as disappointed as Steve is, if not more - but he nods in agreement, offering a slightly bitter look in Denning's direction as he begins to move away from them.
Steve watches him go for a moment, before turning back to Denning. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
Whoever it is Denning wants Steve to meet, it must be important, but once he's done, he's going to find Danny and give in to the heat that is consuming both of them so fast that it's in danger of starting a fire for real. Because in the end, that's way more essential to Steve's existence, even if it does have to take a back seat for now.
~//~
Chapter 2