Territorial (Hawaii Five-0, Danny/Steve, NC-17)
It had started as a nagging at the back of his mind in the club when the two hot young things tried to eat Steve with their eyes. The nagging grew in volume when he finally twigged to the cause of the stupid grin that had curved Steve's mouth all day. It exploded with the resounding crack of his cane against the doorframe when Steve started to walk out the door of his office once they put the case to bed.
"Danny, what the hell?" Steve's expression was incredulous, his eyes narrowed as if he was wondering if Danny had taken too many pain pills that day.
"No." The single word was as short and sharp as the cane's report had been, and Danny reached out to flip the blinds closed.
"No?" Steve's voice rose, and he backed up to lean against his desk, his arms crossed over his chest. "No, what?"
"No, you aren’t going back to her tonight. If anyone if going to put that stupid grin on your face, it's going to be me."
Dark eyebrows winged upwards, and Steve tilted his head back to look down the bridge of his nose as Danny shoved his office door closed and flipped the light off, sending the room into half-shadowed darkness.
"Danny..."
"Problem?" Danny asked, stepping forward and reaching around Steve with his cane to sweep the papers on his desk to the floor. He set his free hand against Steve's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his quick, shallow breaths and the rapid pace of his heartbeat.
"Jesus, Danny." A quirk of Danny's lips met that rasped out comment before his eyebrows rose as he waited for an answer.
"No. I, uh, no problem."
A wide smile curved Danny's mouth at that, and he fisted his hand in Steve's t-shirt, pulling him down and in for a teasing kiss, flicking his tongue over Steve's lips, tracing their outline. Steve groaned and reached out, gripping Danny's upper arms and yanking him closer, his open mouth a warm haven for Danny's tongue.
The cane clattered to the floor as Danny pushed his hands up under Steve's shirt, pleasure coursing through him at the feeling of taut muscles flexing under warm skin while Steve massaged his biceps with a kneading grip, apparently not willing to let him go.
"Other side of the desk."
Steve drew back again at that, confusion clouding his features and causing Danny to chuckle, the sound low and sensual in the confined space of the office. "Go sit on the other side of your desk, 'cause there's no way in hell I'm going to survive kneeling on the floor to do what I want to you."
"Oh. Oh!" The way comprehension lightened Steve's eyes was endearing, and Danny smacked him on the ass as he sidled around the desk and carefully sat across from his chair, shifting slightly to ease the constriction on the bulge at his crotch.
Without bothering to bend down and grab his cane, Danny followed him, carefully settling himself into the supple leather office chair and putting pressure on his good leg so that he could raise the height to a level that was more conducive to what he had planned. Steve's legs were helpfully spread, and he scooted in between them, running his palms up Steve's thighs, feeling the muscles bunch beneath his palms.
"I don’t think we'll be needing this right now." Danny plucked Steve's badge from his belt and set it on the desk, placing his gun next to it. He went to work on Steve's belt next, his knuckles grazing the taut skin of Steve's abdomen as he worked and drawing breathless grunts from the other man's lips.
"Scoot forward." Steve hurried to comply, and Danny smiled even as he popped the button on his fly and slowly drew the zipper down, feeling Steve's body jerk as each set of metal teeth gave way.
"A little more." Danny drew Steve's cock from the slit in his boxer briefs, and, after a quick look up to enjoy the mixed strain and shock that pulled Steve's expression taut, he dove in. There was the taste of salty musk then Steve was heavy against his tongue, filling his mouth. Tongue lashing, cheeks hollowing, Danny explored the length of Steve's cock, the gasps, groans, and grunts from above him providing the only encouragement he needed to continue.
Steve arched his hips up off the desk, and Danny urged him on, the wet, sucking noises of his mouth moving over Steve's cock his addition to the crescendo that was building around them.
"Danny-" That single word warned him, and he pulled back, swallowing the pulses of musky semen down, riding out Steve's climax until he finally released him, looking with satisfaction at the long length of Steve's body that was now collapsed over his desk.
"Jesus, Danny-" Steve got out as he struggled to sit up.
"You said that before." Need made Danny's words sharper than he had planned.
"Why am I guessing that you don’t want me to see Cat anymore?"
"You can see her." Danny climbed slowly to his feet, moving carefully and favoring his bad knee as he leaned in, looming over Steve. "You just can’t fuck her. You're mine, McGarrett; got it?"
The smile that curved Steve's lips lightened his eyes, and he reached out, catching Danny by his tie and pulling him in for a kiss that attempted to explore every inch of Danny's mouth. "Yeah, I got it. So, who can I fuck?"
Danny chuckled at the question even as he slipped Steve's cock back into his boxer briefs, patting the warm bulge after the action was completed. "Me eventually. Tonight though, we're going back to my place, and I'm fucking you."
"Your place?"
"No interruptions there," Danny pointed out, backing up and allowing Steve to put the rest of his clothes to rights once he stood as well though he still looked somewhat dazed from the earlier events.
"Oh. Yeah. Good idea." They walked around opposite sides of the desk, and Steve bent over to scoop up Danny's cane. "You might need this."
Danny looked from the cane to Steve's dilated eyes as he stared at it and grinned. "Yeah, I think I will at that."