Hele On... Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Aumoe Aloha
Steve awoke to the sound of his phone chirping and he noticed the lights were on and Danny wasn’t in bed with him anymore as he sat up to answer it.
“Alooooha boss-man!” It was Kono.
“Hi Kono.” Steve said, rubbing his eyes. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Ah, shit, sorry, brah. Didn’t mean to wake you boys.” She apologized.
“How much have you had to drink?” Steve smiled. Kono wasn’t a drinker.
“Chin Ho, Jenna, Kamekona.” Kono slurred. “Teaching me how to play ‘Asshole’. I’m the asshole.” She giggled.
“Yes,” Steve agreed. “Yes you are. Why are you calling?” He heard discussion and rustling in the background.
“Steve? It’s Jenna.”
“Hi Jenna. And how much have you had to drink?”
“Nothing.” She giggled. Steve heard Chin Ho slur “She’s lying!” in the background. “So did ya boff Danny yet?”
Chaos ensued on the other end of the line as there was a clear battle for whoever could grab the phone. He heard Jenna squealing and numbers dialing as it sounded like she kept a death grip on the phone, carrying on about how it was her turn to talk to Steve.
“She doesn’t mean that, boss.” It was Chin’s turn.
“You’re full of shit. How much money’s on the table?”
Chin paused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The game’s up, Chin. Danny told me everything before he kissed m-“
Shit.
Chin let out an awfully gloating noise. “You owe me fifty bucks Cuz!”
“I’m hanging up now!” Steve laughed.
“Who was on the phone?” Steve looked up and saw Danny. He hadn’t heard him come back into the room, but his jaw dropped when he saw him.
His partner carried a laundry bag almost filled with plumeria, and he had a double plumeria lei around his neck, and another blossom over his ear.
“The rest of our team, drunk and settling bets on whether we fucked.” Steve smiled. “And they’re teaching Kono how to play ‘Asshole’”.
“Lemme guess, she’s the asshole.” Danny smirked.
“Is she ever.” Steve laughed. “Where did you get all these flowers at 11:30 at night?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Danny said, shedding the plumeria lei, stripping off his shirt, and replacing the lei. His shorts followed. “So I went out to pick some of these flowers you like so much, and Noelani at the front desk noticed that I’d walked back through with a bag full of them, and she gave me this.” Danny indicated the plumeria lei he was wearing. “And this.” he pulled a white coil out of the bag, and slipped in bed behind Steve, who was still sitting up.
Steve could smell what it was even before Danny uncoiled it and slipped it around his neck from behind, the delicate buds still cool from the refrigerator they’d undoubtedly been kept in. “White ginger.” Steve almost whispered.
“Yes, white ginger.” Danny said. “Noelani asked me if I was picking flowers for anybody special, and I said, as a matter of fact I was, and she gave me these that were for some VIPs who cancelled, and they were going to waste anyway.”
“Danny.” Steve was still whispering. “White ginger is typically a wedding lei.”
Danny nuzzled the back of Steve’s neck with butterfly kisses. “She mentioned.”
Steve shivered. “You mean-“
Danny shushed him softly. “This isn’t a proposal, Steven. Sometimes a lei is just a lei.”
He was right. You didn’t really need an excuse to give lei, Steve thought.
“But don’t rule it out.”
Shit.
“Danny, this is spectacular.”
Danny shushed him again. “Just let me work on you a little bit.” He said, beginning to massage Steve’s shoulders, tracing up his neck and spidering his hands through his scalp. He reached into the bag and tucked a plumeria behind Steve’s ear and continued his massage.
He was intoxicated by the near overwhelming fragrance of the white ginger, and at length, after Danny’s massage had morphed into a rocking embrace, he melted back into his partner’s arms and closed his eyes, dozing for a split second before he felt Danny slip out from behind him, laying him back down on the stack of pillows. Steve watched his cute butt twitch as he walked on his knees to his side of the oversized bed before kneeling beside him. Steve giggled.
“What?” Danny asked, smiling, as he grabbed the bag of plumeria.
“Never thought I’d see you wearing nothing but flowers.”
Danny blushed. Actually blushed, like he realized for the first time it might have been out of character for him. “New things, Steven.” He grinned broadly. “New things.”
“You have a cute nose.” Steve said.
Steve stared for a moment at Danny’s soft dick, still quite impressive, plumping slightly as it brushed against the sheets he was sitting on.
Danny plucked a plumeria from the bag and held it under Steve’s nose, giving him the briefest whiff of the light, delicate fragrance before tracing it down his jaw. Steve shivered as it brushed the side of his neck as Danny swirled it around his Adam’s apple and let it rest in the notch between his collar bones, like an heirloom brooch on a Victorian choker, punctuating the two ridges like a Morse code dot in between two dashes.
Danny continued with more flowers until he had formed an unbroken chain down the middle of Steve’s chest with the bright white blossoms, covering each nipple, intermittently leaning forward and kissing his lips softly before continuing the plumeria procession down his front, briefly holding each of the delicate flowers under Steve’s nose before tracing it down the same path to meet its new neighbor on a smooth canvas sparsely tufted with hair and tattoos.
When he reached the bottom of Steve’s rib cage, Steve hadn’t realized he was holding his breath, and he took several in rapid succession as Danny marched his floral parade onto the softer, yet still taut skin of his abdomen, threatening to derail the entire chain. He kept his movement to a minimum, feeling eroticized by the self-discipline required to keep absolutely still while his partner worked to adorn him with his favorite flower. He felt less naked with each added blossom covered him, yet more vulnerable as the delicate petals could easily be crushed and browned with a wrong move. Along the way, Danny discovered spots that made Steve shudder; such as when slipped the stem into his belly button, or when he ticketed the ridges of his hip bones before placing the flower.
Steve’s eyes wandered to a smaller pile of flowers next to Danny’s knee. He’d been pulling smaller blossoms from the bag and saving them. Steve wondered why in silence until the chain of flowers reached all the way to his crotch and his thick nest of dark pubic hair began to disappear into a white puddle of flowers, until Danny’s supply was exhausted, and he sat back to admire his work.
“Baby.” Steve whispered. “Kiss me.”
Danny obliged. He was remarkably silent. He lingered for a moment on Steve’s lips and then set to work, removing the flowers with his lips, careful not to bite down too hard lest he crush them. Once he’d plucked the last flower from between Steve’s legs he set to work on more traditional, direct activities that soon left the two men collapsed upon each other in an impassioned, exhausted flush.
“Danny?” Steve asked the top of his partners head.
“Mmm?” Danny responded.
“That was the most erotic moment of my life.” Steve said as Danny lifted his head to look into his eyes. “Mahalo.”
“It was pretty hot. You’re pretty hot.” Danny smiled, dumbly.
Steve gave a tired, intoxicated smile and brushed the stray hair out of Danny’s face.
“I could do that forever.” Steve ventured, thinking it might have been a mistake as soon as he said it.
Danny didn’t seem bothered. “Maybe you will.”