H50 fic: With a Little Help from... a Hammock
Title: With a Little Help from… a Hammock
Characters: Steve/Danny (Hawaii 5-0)
Word Count: 1811
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show; a little mutual masturbation within clothing is all you're gonna get here.
Disclaimer: Don't own; don't profit
Beta: Sadly, only by myself, due to my incompetence in emailing WITH attachments…
Summary: Steve gets a new hammock, and then a visit from Danny.
Author’s Notes: This was written from a prompt supplied by thtwzjustadream's Slow Sated Sundays at 1_million_words a few weeks back. It's also a belated birthday gift for kitmerlot1213, and I finished it off in 1MW's 12 Days of WIPness so it could be counted in 2016's word count! Go, me!
This can also be read here at AO3
It hadn't started out quite as intimate as it had become, although Steve couldn't honestly say it was intentional on either of their parts. But here he was, lying back in the hammock he'd just installed under the big tree at his place, with Danny half on top of him and blissfully asleep.
When Danny had shown up and accepted the beer that Steve had suggested he grab from the fridge, he was certain the guy had been pretty close to crashing already. Since Steve was slowly swinging on the hammock - feeling halfway to comfortable already and not willing to get up - he'd taken one look at Danny's exhausted expression and suggested he join him on the more-than-ample-for-two hammock to help him test it out.
Much as it had surprised him, Danny had accepted - proof that he was too tired to offer up one of his usual excuses for not getting too close to Steve - and climbed on the half of the hammock that Steve had moved from to allow it.
It hadn't taken much of the initial rocking that Danny's boarding had caused to aid his eyelids downwards, and Steve was almost shocked when the beer nearly upended as Danny tilted his drowsy body in Steve's direction.
"Shit," Steve whispered, grabbing the bottle and gently lowering it towards the table strategically placed nearby for this exact scenario. Well, not this exact scenario - more like the one where Steve wanted a beer when he was already on the hammock and was unwilling to get up to fetch it - but close enough.
Danny blinked sleepily and tried to sit up.
"Sshhh!" Steve said, dragging him back down even closer to himself. What possessed him to do it, he didn't know, because - once again, surprisingly - Danny closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into Steve's chest as he fell back to sleep.
Awkwardly, Danny now had a hand on Steve's thigh, and it was extremely close to a part of him that was paying no attention to the fact that it was another guy warming his leg. That in and of itself wasn't as big a deal to Steve as most people would have imagined - he'd had his moments in the Navy where he'd gotten touchy with other sailors due to the close quarters they'd been subjected to - and embarrassment was something he'd long gotten over in such situations.
But he was damned sure that Danny would leap off the second he realised exactly how intimate things looked. Thus, the most appropriate action to take, it seemed to Steve, was to keep the guy asleep, especially since he was obviously well in need of it.
Luckily, the way they'd ended up meant Steve had one leg bent over the edge of the hammock, and with the slightest amount of careful wriggling he’d managed to touch the ground with a foot and keep the hammock rocking as gently as he could.
Danny sighed in his sleep and shifted the hand even nearer to Steve's groin.
Steve tried to think of something that would make his burgeoning erection subside, but Danny's hand just seemed to fall nearer and Steve's cock really didn't object.
A part of him thought he should probably do something to stop it getting any worse, but another part of him was too turned on to actively care. He closed his eyes and kept up the gentle rocking, aware that Danny's hand was sliding closer to his cock with each sway. The easy rhythm was enough to encourage desire further; behind his eyelids Steve started visualising things that usually pushed him closer to the edge when friction alone wasn't enough.
In the back of his mind, Steve knew he was probably going to regret this if Danny woke up at any point soon, especially if the expected conclusion was reached and his shorts got damp, but it was almost too late to worry about that, and what he needed right now was just…
Danny sighed into Steve's chest suddenly, and the warmth of the action was the final straw; Steve let out a low groan, biting at his lip to quiet himself as he came, and shifted away from the hand on his crotch in the hopes that Danny would stay asleep and unknowing of the effect he’d had.
As he carefully tried to extricate himself out from under Danny, Steve suddenly realised that the hardness against his hip could only be one thing. Stopping before he was completely away from Danny's seemingly relaxed body, Steve tried to calm his pulse, practically holding his breath as he listened for signs that would indicate whether Danny was truly asleep and dreaming he was - he was what? With some random woman? - or awake and only pretending he wasn't as turned on as he had already made Steve.
Blinking at the thought, Steve wasn't sure which option hurt the most - and it wasn't like he was unaware of how weird the whole thing was - but now, quite unexpectedly, he found himself hoping that Danny secretly wanted this with him.
"Danny?" he whispered, shifting the hand he'd wrapped around Danny's body to keep him in place.
" 'Sa matter?" Danny muttered, and sighed into Steve's chest again.
"Oh God…" was all Steve could get out. This was the most ridiculous situation, but it was equally the most erotic thing that had happened to Steve in a long time. And the thoughts racing through his head right now? Terrifying and yet… he hoped like hell the kick it had given him would be reflected in Danny's eyes when he finally woke.
Rubbing at Danny's lower back, Steve tried not to imagine this was going to turn into the biggest mistake he'd ever made since he’d met Danny. At the press of Danny's erection into his hip yet again, he let out the deep breath he'd been holding, and repeated his action. He was rewarded by Danny responding with another press of his cock, and he decided then and there that he didn't care why Danny was doing it, or if they'd both be too embarrassed to discuss what it meant when Danny either pretended to - or truly did - wake up at the end of it.
In a few moments, Danny's breathing had sped up, and then, almost as excited again himself, Steve tilted his head forward, breathing in Danny's scent as he increased the motion on Danny’s back enough that his release was inevitable. Awkward though it was, Steve couldn’t help his exhilaration when he felt wetness seep through the crotch of Danny's jeans, and without thinking he kissed the blond head on his chest.
Danny's thumping heart matched his own at this point, and Steve found it increasingly hard to believe he could really be asleep. He had no clue how to play things from here though, and despite how much the whole thing had thrilled him, he could feel the guilt creeping in. Keeping still seemed like the only option; he was sure Danny hadn't felt the results of his climax, although it was obvious that Steve could hardly have missed Danny's.
Figuring that Danny could, at this point, extricate himself under the cover of Steve dozing if he didn't want to acknowledge any of this, Steve closed his eyes and feigned sleep.
Danny kept still for a few precious minutes that Steve found himself savoring, if somewhat nervously, while he waited to see what his partner would do. He heard Danny swallow deeply, and then he felt him push himself up to sitting. Fully expecting that Danny would climb off the hammock completely, Steve concentrated on deepening his breaths to make his 'sleep' seem more real.
There was a long silence though, and Danny didn't shift away.
Unable to bear it for much more than a couple of minutes - way longer than it should have taken for the man to escape - Steve slit his eyelids as fractionally as he could, trying to see what Danny was doing.
Steve couldn't see much, but there was a snort, and the hammock moved, although Danny didn't move from where they were still touching.
"Knew you weren't asleep, you crazy idiot," Danny said with more than a touch of… could that be fondness?
Steve’s eyes flew open wide in surprise, and he gazed at Danny with a certain degree of admiration for his balls.
"You gonna say anything, or are we pretending that this was some kind of mutual wet dream?"
"Danny… I…" Steve tried, but failed to find more words.
"Look, I was tired and I did drift off," Danny said with a shrug, "but when you started… responding to my accidental touch… I kinda… sorta…"
By this point, Danny was looking a little more embarrassed than Steve could remember seeing him before.
"You…" Steve couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. "You liked it. You wanted to do it."
"Well, it's not like you didn't!" Danny threw back at him, but there was humor in his eyes.
"Okay, yeah, since you were awake all the time, it's pretty hard for me to deny that. And you…" Steve took a slow breath, still wary despite how things were looking. "I wanted to help you out too."
"Help me out?" Danny snort-laughed. "You positively enjoyed 'helping me out', if I'm not mistaken."
"You gonna try telling me you didn't enjoy it?"
"Nope. I'm gonna be a man and admit it was pretty hot getting 'helped out' by a sailor in a hammock."
Steve's grin was wide by now. "Is this where I admit that I'd like for us to do more than just 'help each other out'?"
Danny's answering grin was pretty wide too as he leaned in, his eyes on Steve's lips. "How about we start with something like this?"
After what had preceded it, the kiss they fell into was something less than tentative, but just shy of confident. All the same, the heat of it confirmed for Steve something he should have already worked out regarding his feelings for Danny. He was pretty damned sure that anything to follow could only make their hammock shenanigans seem tame in comparison.
"You wanna help me out of here?" Danny said when they finally drew apart.
"Only if I can 'help you' upstairs to my bed," Steve grinned, as they extricated themselves from the hammock.
"Oh, that's funny. That's very funny. Got any more of those 'helping' puns?" Danny dragged Steve closer to instigate another kiss as he spoke.
"Just one," Steve told him when the second kiss finally finished and they could continue their way inside and upstairs. "Thanks for helping me see what I was missing."
Danny, for once, didn't say anything more, but the look in his eyes said Steve had helped him just as much.
And that was good enough in Steve's mind.
~//~
END
Characters: Steve/Danny (Hawaii 5-0)
Word Count: 1811
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show; a little mutual masturbation within clothing is all you're gonna get here.
Disclaimer: Don't own; don't profit
Beta: Sadly, only by myself, due to my incompetence in emailing WITH attachments…
Summary: Steve gets a new hammock, and then a visit from Danny.
Author’s Notes: This was written from a prompt supplied by thtwzjustadream's Slow Sated Sundays at 1_million_words a few weeks back. It's also a belated birthday gift for kitmerlot1213, and I finished it off in 1MW's 12 Days of WIPness so it could be counted in 2016's word count! Go, me!
This can also be read here at AO3
It hadn't started out quite as intimate as it had become, although Steve couldn't honestly say it was intentional on either of their parts. But here he was, lying back in the hammock he'd just installed under the big tree at his place, with Danny half on top of him and blissfully asleep.
When Danny had shown up and accepted the beer that Steve had suggested he grab from the fridge, he was certain the guy had been pretty close to crashing already. Since Steve was slowly swinging on the hammock - feeling halfway to comfortable already and not willing to get up - he'd taken one look at Danny's exhausted expression and suggested he join him on the more-than-ample-for-two hammock to help him test it out.
Much as it had surprised him, Danny had accepted - proof that he was too tired to offer up one of his usual excuses for not getting too close to Steve - and climbed on the half of the hammock that Steve had moved from to allow it.
It hadn't taken much of the initial rocking that Danny's boarding had caused to aid his eyelids downwards, and Steve was almost shocked when the beer nearly upended as Danny tilted his drowsy body in Steve's direction.
"Shit," Steve whispered, grabbing the bottle and gently lowering it towards the table strategically placed nearby for this exact scenario. Well, not this exact scenario - more like the one where Steve wanted a beer when he was already on the hammock and was unwilling to get up to fetch it - but close enough.
Danny blinked sleepily and tried to sit up.
"Sshhh!" Steve said, dragging him back down even closer to himself. What possessed him to do it, he didn't know, because - once again, surprisingly - Danny closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into Steve's chest as he fell back to sleep.
Awkwardly, Danny now had a hand on Steve's thigh, and it was extremely close to a part of him that was paying no attention to the fact that it was another guy warming his leg. That in and of itself wasn't as big a deal to Steve as most people would have imagined - he'd had his moments in the Navy where he'd gotten touchy with other sailors due to the close quarters they'd been subjected to - and embarrassment was something he'd long gotten over in such situations.
But he was damned sure that Danny would leap off the second he realised exactly how intimate things looked. Thus, the most appropriate action to take, it seemed to Steve, was to keep the guy asleep, especially since he was obviously well in need of it.
Luckily, the way they'd ended up meant Steve had one leg bent over the edge of the hammock, and with the slightest amount of careful wriggling he’d managed to touch the ground with a foot and keep the hammock rocking as gently as he could.
Danny sighed in his sleep and shifted the hand even nearer to Steve's groin.
Steve tried to think of something that would make his burgeoning erection subside, but Danny's hand just seemed to fall nearer and Steve's cock really didn't object.
A part of him thought he should probably do something to stop it getting any worse, but another part of him was too turned on to actively care. He closed his eyes and kept up the gentle rocking, aware that Danny's hand was sliding closer to his cock with each sway. The easy rhythm was enough to encourage desire further; behind his eyelids Steve started visualising things that usually pushed him closer to the edge when friction alone wasn't enough.
In the back of his mind, Steve knew he was probably going to regret this if Danny woke up at any point soon, especially if the expected conclusion was reached and his shorts got damp, but it was almost too late to worry about that, and what he needed right now was just…
Danny sighed into Steve's chest suddenly, and the warmth of the action was the final straw; Steve let out a low groan, biting at his lip to quiet himself as he came, and shifted away from the hand on his crotch in the hopes that Danny would stay asleep and unknowing of the effect he’d had.
As he carefully tried to extricate himself out from under Danny, Steve suddenly realised that the hardness against his hip could only be one thing. Stopping before he was completely away from Danny's seemingly relaxed body, Steve tried to calm his pulse, practically holding his breath as he listened for signs that would indicate whether Danny was truly asleep and dreaming he was - he was what? With some random woman? - or awake and only pretending he wasn't as turned on as he had already made Steve.
Blinking at the thought, Steve wasn't sure which option hurt the most - and it wasn't like he was unaware of how weird the whole thing was - but now, quite unexpectedly, he found himself hoping that Danny secretly wanted this with him.
"Danny?" he whispered, shifting the hand he'd wrapped around Danny's body to keep him in place.
" 'Sa matter?" Danny muttered, and sighed into Steve's chest again.
"Oh God…" was all Steve could get out. This was the most ridiculous situation, but it was equally the most erotic thing that had happened to Steve in a long time. And the thoughts racing through his head right now? Terrifying and yet… he hoped like hell the kick it had given him would be reflected in Danny's eyes when he finally woke.
Rubbing at Danny's lower back, Steve tried not to imagine this was going to turn into the biggest mistake he'd ever made since he’d met Danny. At the press of Danny's erection into his hip yet again, he let out the deep breath he'd been holding, and repeated his action. He was rewarded by Danny responding with another press of his cock, and he decided then and there that he didn't care why Danny was doing it, or if they'd both be too embarrassed to discuss what it meant when Danny either pretended to - or truly did - wake up at the end of it.
In a few moments, Danny's breathing had sped up, and then, almost as excited again himself, Steve tilted his head forward, breathing in Danny's scent as he increased the motion on Danny’s back enough that his release was inevitable. Awkward though it was, Steve couldn’t help his exhilaration when he felt wetness seep through the crotch of Danny's jeans, and without thinking he kissed the blond head on his chest.
Danny's thumping heart matched his own at this point, and Steve found it increasingly hard to believe he could really be asleep. He had no clue how to play things from here though, and despite how much the whole thing had thrilled him, he could feel the guilt creeping in. Keeping still seemed like the only option; he was sure Danny hadn't felt the results of his climax, although it was obvious that Steve could hardly have missed Danny's.
Figuring that Danny could, at this point, extricate himself under the cover of Steve dozing if he didn't want to acknowledge any of this, Steve closed his eyes and feigned sleep.
Danny kept still for a few precious minutes that Steve found himself savoring, if somewhat nervously, while he waited to see what his partner would do. He heard Danny swallow deeply, and then he felt him push himself up to sitting. Fully expecting that Danny would climb off the hammock completely, Steve concentrated on deepening his breaths to make his 'sleep' seem more real.
There was a long silence though, and Danny didn't shift away.
Unable to bear it for much more than a couple of minutes - way longer than it should have taken for the man to escape - Steve slit his eyelids as fractionally as he could, trying to see what Danny was doing.
Steve couldn't see much, but there was a snort, and the hammock moved, although Danny didn't move from where they were still touching.
"Knew you weren't asleep, you crazy idiot," Danny said with more than a touch of… could that be fondness?
Steve’s eyes flew open wide in surprise, and he gazed at Danny with a certain degree of admiration for his balls.
"You gonna say anything, or are we pretending that this was some kind of mutual wet dream?"
"Danny… I…" Steve tried, but failed to find more words.
"Look, I was tired and I did drift off," Danny said with a shrug, "but when you started… responding to my accidental touch… I kinda… sorta…"
By this point, Danny was looking a little more embarrassed than Steve could remember seeing him before.
"You…" Steve couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. "You liked it. You wanted to do it."
"Well, it's not like you didn't!" Danny threw back at him, but there was humor in his eyes.
"Okay, yeah, since you were awake all the time, it's pretty hard for me to deny that. And you…" Steve took a slow breath, still wary despite how things were looking. "I wanted to help you out too."
"Help me out?" Danny snort-laughed. "You positively enjoyed 'helping me out', if I'm not mistaken."
"You gonna try telling me you didn't enjoy it?"
"Nope. I'm gonna be a man and admit it was pretty hot getting 'helped out' by a sailor in a hammock."
Steve's grin was wide by now. "Is this where I admit that I'd like for us to do more than just 'help each other out'?"
Danny's answering grin was pretty wide too as he leaned in, his eyes on Steve's lips. "How about we start with something like this?"
After what had preceded it, the kiss they fell into was something less than tentative, but just shy of confident. All the same, the heat of it confirmed for Steve something he should have already worked out regarding his feelings for Danny. He was pretty damned sure that anything to follow could only make their hammock shenanigans seem tame in comparison.
"You wanna help me out of here?" Danny said when they finally drew apart.
"Only if I can 'help you' upstairs to my bed," Steve grinned, as they extricated themselves from the hammock.
"Oh, that's funny. That's very funny. Got any more of those 'helping' puns?" Danny dragged Steve closer to instigate another kiss as he spoke.
"Just one," Steve told him when the second kiss finally finished and they could continue their way inside and upstairs. "Thanks for helping me see what I was missing."
Danny, for once, didn't say anything more, but the look in his eyes said Steve had helped him just as much.
And that was good enough in Steve's mind.
~//~
END