[ trying to make up ]

[newkindofcop]

It's been a week since Danny stormed out of the hut in the middle of the night, just after the Mardi Gras party, and Steve had spent the whole night unable to get a single hour of sleep, staring blankly up at the dark ceiling and trying to figure out exactly when everything had gotten so complicated

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[haolehothead]

Danny thinks he deserves a medal for his walk to the Compound alone, going that whole mile and change just to pick up breakfast. And not just breakfast, but a hopefully Steve-approved version. He's got hard-boiled eggs, oatmeal, fruit, and just a little bacon and he walked back the whole way with it with a pitcher of juice.

So yeah, he thinks he deserves a medal. He's also exhausted because he's up at dawn to do this and he just knocks lightly on Steve's door, juice on the floor. "Hey," he breathes out. He's sleepy and in his pajamas and his hair is wrecked. "Steve. You awake?"

[newkindofcop]

Steve doesn't know why, but his first instinct is to not say anything at all. He's still trying to figure out a way to broach the subject of having heard what Danny was saying about him in the first place, and really, it would be easier if he could just slip out into the kitchen and make enough breakfast for the both of them and then leave it for Danny before heading out to the porch to keep working.

So instead of answering, he rolls over onto his stomach, sliding one arm underneath the pillow and turning to face away from the door, feigning sleep.

[haolehothead]

"Okay, then, m'coming in," Danny says, never having stopped when ignored before and he's got a whole group of sisters, brother, and ex's who can vouch for that. He opens the door and crouches to pick up the juice, sliding on top of the covers and setting the tray down in front of him, the juice off to the side. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Danny says evenly, brushing a thumb up Steve's spine, tracking every notch of bone. "Wake up."

[newkindofcop]

Danny's touch creates a rippling effect that starts where his thumb traces and slowly circling outwards, and Steve shifts slightly before he can help it, groaning in a way that he hopes sounds like that of a sleepy person being disturbed instead of an obvious sign of sensitivity to the touch. Danny's opening the door brought a little more light into the room, and he stretches, turning his head around to blink his eyes open at Danny.

[haolehothead]

Danny just smirks big and wide when he gets Steve's attention, nudging the tray forward just a little. "So I uh, I brought you breakfast, in bed." Because he's tired of ducking around this whole thing. If he's gonna do something, he's gonna do it and put it out there and if Steve hates him, well, at least he's not wrecking Five-O by doing it here. "I got hard-boiled eggs and oatmeal and what do we go there, we got mango and pineapple and some berries," he says, lifting plates and acting impressed. "And some OJ, fresh squeezed, and I even brought you bacon."

[newkindofcop]

Steve finally rolls over onto his back in a slow movement, stretching one arm up over his head as the other one scratches the blunts of his nails over his stomach, toes curling with one leg out and one leg underneath the covers. "You brought me breakfast," he murmurs, and it's the first words he's uttered all day, so they leave his mouth quiet and slightly raspy before he clears his throat, unconsciously licks his lips.

[haolehothead]

And holy fuck, but Danny is just going to be venerated at this rate. Steve looks like pure sex and considering what Danny's been trying to shove down for a while, it's just no good, it's no good at all. He lets out a helpless sound and just nods, swallowing hard. "Yeah, I brought you breakfast, cuz if I didn't, you were gonna avoid me again and I can't do this if you're avoiding me, Steve," he says, which is about when Danny leans forward, palm sliding slowly up Steve's torso, cupping his neck, and easing forward to just let his lips hover above Steve's as he lets his heart catch up to things.

Except he doesn't get all the way there. He closes his eyes tightly and relinquishes his grasp, easing back without having kissed Steve at all.

[newkindofcop]

Steve's in the middle of sitting up when Danny moves in, leaving him somewhat pinned back against the pillows, and he only gets as far as propping himself up on his elbows as Danny slides a hand over his front and up along his jaw, cupping his cheek, and Steve tilts his chin up and his head back and looks at him, just looks and tries to wrap his mind around the moment as it happens. His hand slips around Danny's wrist as he starts to pull away, and he shakes his head with a quiet word.

"Stop." His fingers curl against Danny's palm, his thumb pressing down against his pulse point. "You brought me breakfast."

[haolehothead]

Danny's mouth is eternally dry in this one moment and his heart is racing. No doubt Steve can definitely feel it with his hand there. "I brought you breakfast," Danny agrees. "A healthy breakfast that I would never eat because no man needs this much fiber, but what can I say? Huh? I respect your lean, mean ways."

[newkindofcop]

He smiles, leaving his hand loosely wrapped around Danny's as he reaches over to the tray and steals a slice of mango, sucking it in quickly before he ends up with juice all over himself. "You sure you don't want any?" Steve asks, pushing the fruit to the inside of his cheek to talk. "The mango's perfect like this."

[haolehothead]

Danny just shakes his head, trying to get himself out of his reverie. He leans forward with his free hand, swiping at the mango juice on Steve's face and pulling back to suck it off his thumb, trying to adjust to this freakish moment where he feels completely at a loss. "It is entirely too healthy. Hence, the bacon. The bacon is for me, Steve, don't you get any ideas."

[newkindofcop]

"But you said you brought me breakfast," Steve replies, raising an eyebrow and leaning over to the tray again to try and reach for one of the longer strips of bacon, quickly bringing it over across his front to the far end of the bed, away from Danny. "Why can't I have some bacon? Don't you think I like bacon too?"

[haolehothead]

"After your 'not without bypass surgery' little speech?" Danny says, his eyes wide as he shifts the tray and leans forward -- still just in his white t-shirt and blue pajama pants -- to sprawl over Steve's body and try and yank the bacon back from him. "Mr. Health? Mr. I-Have-Only-Two-Percent-Body-Fat?" he mocks, sliding his knee in between Steve's to get leverage to try and pull at the bacon. "I walked miles for this, Steven, miles!" he insists, voice getting louder. "I am not so selfless that I don't get some of the breakfast."

[newkindofcop]

"Well, it was a mile, tops," Steve feels the need to point out, even as he strains back against the pillows and tries to get at least one bite of the bacon before Danny snatches it back from his grasp. He slips off the pillow completely and winds up stretched diagonally across the bed, wiggling underneath Danny to try and hold him back long enough for that bite, craning his neck up towards the bacon in his hand. "Just - let me have a little - come on, Danny - "

[haolehothead]

"You want this?" Danny laughs, sliding his full palm up Steve's forearm and prying the bacon loose, taking a bite and closing his eyes, really showing off how much he's enjoying it. "That is just, that is delicious bacon," he moans, shifting and getting his knees on the outer side of Steve's thighs to pin him in place, sitting atop him and holding the bacon up, tearing off a piece and placing it just at Steve's lips. "Admit that greasy things are good," he demands. "Admit that I am not going to die of a heart attack because I like them."

[newkindofcop]

"Maybe not, but at the rate you eat them," Steve replies, reaching up to nip at Danny's fingertips while he's got him distracted about that, teeth scraping across the pad of his thumb as he draws back at least a little bit of bacon flavor even if he doesn't actually get the piece to eat for himself. He grins, settling back against the bed, one hand unconsciously dropping to Danny's thigh.