Hawaii 5-0 Fic: Incentive [Danny/Steve]
Title: Incentive
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Rating: R
Wordcount:1 K
Warnings: None
Summary: Danny gets hit with a clue-bat.
There are times where the heat is so humid, so hot and sticky it feels like he’s being drizzled with honey, and that’s a feeling Danny is trying to get used to. Sometimes he feels compressed just watching Steve enjoy it so much. But then, that’s just Steve. The bastard enjoys all the things that Danny detests.
But yeah, the heat- fuckin’ suffocating. He’d like to think it’s also part of the reason why he’s had to cut his date short, but then he’d just be lying. She was nice. Pretty and blonde and not British, the complete opposite of Rachel. Which was good for a while, until he realised that they had absolutely nothing to talk about, and the funny giggle she constantly let slip was starting to annoy him.
Instead he’s heading to their headquarters, wondering if maybe he can work on something, anything really, because right now, there’s nothing else to do. And after that, at night, when it’s too hot to sleep, too hot to even breathe, his muddled mind will sift through dreams filled with prickly fingers, teeth dragging across the back of his neck, and fingers sliding into him, torturing him for more than he can give. He wants to be taken apart like that, shredded so he's left naked and vulnerable -there’s no need to hide from anything.
But that’s not happening. Possibly not for a while.
He heads towards his office, noticing that Kono is still in hers. She’s laughing about something over the phone and he wonders if that means Steve is here, too. He hopes not. If he grabs his things real fast and lunges for the door, there’s a chance he could make it. Steve figuring out about his failed date is something Danny will do whatever possible to avoid.
Steve’s in Danny’s office, perched on his desk like a hawk, waiting.
‘You weren’t here when I got in,’ Steve starts, like there’s nothing odd with finding him here, invading Danny’s space.
Danny shrugs his shoulders. ‘I was out. It’s a Saturday, Steve.’
Steve, it appears, is completely ignoring this. ‘Where did you go?’ he asks instead.
This is the part Danny wants to really avoid. He’s not sure why but he does. Badly. But Steve is like this sometimes, relentless in his pursuit of answers. On occasions it's great, it gets them answers real fucking quick. This isn't really the time for that, though.
‘Just hanging out,’ he says, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Steve rises from the desk, his shoulders stiff and posture defiant, like he's out for a victim. Danny’s wondering if it’s him. Steve smiles briefly. ‘You know,' he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowed, 'I saw you with her.’
Later, Danny will be ashamed. Right now, it’s about self-preservation. ‘Who?’ he mutters, before moving towards the filing cabinet in the corner.
‘Your date, Danny, that’s who.’
Oh. Well. Shit. ‘Oh, her. I was just out with somebody, people do that Steve. Jesus, what’s with the twenty questions?’
‘Daniel,’ Steve says in a hard, calculating tone that it freezes Danny, stops him in his tracks. His head snaps around and he stares at Steve, because fuck, he sounds.......not like himself. ‘You’re not going to see her again.’
Danny just stares at him. ‘What? Seriously. What are you talking about?’
Steve locks the door with a deafening click. When the hell did he manage to get to the door?
‘My right hand isn’t the company I’ve been hoping for the last couple of months, do you know that Danny,’ Steve says as he stalks his way towards Danny. ‘I gave you time, I thought you needed space.’ Steve smirks at him, his gaze unrelenting like steel.
Danny licks his lips and tries to make sense of it all. ‘Wait, Jesus fuck. Steve, are you jealous?’
Steve ignores him. He heads towards Danny, crowding him into a corner. Instinct kicking in, Danny tries to move away. Steve it seems knows him too well and grabs him by the wrists and slots their bodies together perfectly. He rubs his thumb over Danny’s bottom lip, and Danny’s fucking speechless, frozen. His body is sighing in relief and his mind can’t reconcile himself with this fact.
‘What the fuck?’ is all he manages before Steve moves quickly, licks Danny’s lips before plunging in and sucking on his tongue, and it’s so fucking filthy and hot. He lets out a slow needy whine he’s never known he had the ability to do. There’s a hot rush of fire flooding his body and Danny’s heart is pounding loudly in his chest. Steve slowly rocks their hips and grinds their cocks together and Danny bites down hard on Steve’s bottom lip.
Shit. Danny’s is going to die. This is the only reason Steve is doing this. He’s a cruel bastard.
Steve rips open his buttons, and yanks the tie over his shoulder and Danny moans into his mouth, bites down hard on his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Steve is making an attempt at tearing the zipper off his trousers.
‘This is how it’s going to go, Danny,’ he says with absolute confidence. ‘I know you want this. You want it so fucking bad. You want me to make you need this, you wanna see me hold you down and fuck your ass like it’s mine. And trust me Danny,’ he kisses him hard, ‘you’ll like this,’ he says it like it’s absolute. As if there’s no other option, and there probably isn’t what with Steve mouthing his jaw while Danny’s got his fingers in Steve’s hair, tugging his mouth back to him.
‘We’re going back to my house,’ Steve says, his eyes sharp and mouth swollen. Danny wonders why he even went out in the first place. He get’s his fingers on Danny’s dick and starts stroking it slow and sweet, and Danny lets out a moan, all strangled and high.
‘You’re not seeing anyone after this,’ he snaps at him, all breathless and half lost like Danny.
‘God, fucking hell, no. No,’ Danny says, and Steve lets out a feral and half-scary growl, rubbing under the head of his cock before the orgasm rips through Danny’s body leaving him gasping for breath, his hand in a vice grip around Steve’s hip.
‘We’re going back to my house, now,’ Steve orders.
Danny just nods and kisses him again.
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Rating: R
Wordcount:1 K
Warnings: None
Summary: Danny gets hit with a clue-bat.
There are times where the heat is so humid, so hot and sticky it feels like he’s being drizzled with honey, and that’s a feeling Danny is trying to get used to. Sometimes he feels compressed just watching Steve enjoy it so much. But then, that’s just Steve. The bastard enjoys all the things that Danny detests.
But yeah, the heat- fuckin’ suffocating. He’d like to think it’s also part of the reason why he’s had to cut his date short, but then he’d just be lying. She was nice. Pretty and blonde and not British, the complete opposite of Rachel. Which was good for a while, until he realised that they had absolutely nothing to talk about, and the funny giggle she constantly let slip was starting to annoy him.
Instead he’s heading to their headquarters, wondering if maybe he can work on something, anything really, because right now, there’s nothing else to do. And after that, at night, when it’s too hot to sleep, too hot to even breathe, his muddled mind will sift through dreams filled with prickly fingers, teeth dragging across the back of his neck, and fingers sliding into him, torturing him for more than he can give. He wants to be taken apart like that, shredded so he's left naked and vulnerable -there’s no need to hide from anything.
But that’s not happening. Possibly not for a while.
He heads towards his office, noticing that Kono is still in hers. She’s laughing about something over the phone and he wonders if that means Steve is here, too. He hopes not. If he grabs his things real fast and lunges for the door, there’s a chance he could make it. Steve figuring out about his failed date is something Danny will do whatever possible to avoid.
Steve’s in Danny’s office, perched on his desk like a hawk, waiting.
‘You weren’t here when I got in,’ Steve starts, like there’s nothing odd with finding him here, invading Danny’s space.
Danny shrugs his shoulders. ‘I was out. It’s a Saturday, Steve.’
Steve, it appears, is completely ignoring this. ‘Where did you go?’ he asks instead.
This is the part Danny wants to really avoid. He’s not sure why but he does. Badly. But Steve is like this sometimes, relentless in his pursuit of answers. On occasions it's great, it gets them answers real fucking quick. This isn't really the time for that, though.
‘Just hanging out,’ he says, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Steve rises from the desk, his shoulders stiff and posture defiant, like he's out for a victim. Danny’s wondering if it’s him. Steve smiles briefly. ‘You know,' he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowed, 'I saw you with her.’
Later, Danny will be ashamed. Right now, it’s about self-preservation. ‘Who?’ he mutters, before moving towards the filing cabinet in the corner.
‘Your date, Danny, that’s who.’
Oh. Well. Shit. ‘Oh, her. I was just out with somebody, people do that Steve. Jesus, what’s with the twenty questions?’
‘Daniel,’ Steve says in a hard, calculating tone that it freezes Danny, stops him in his tracks. His head snaps around and he stares at Steve, because fuck, he sounds.......not like himself. ‘You’re not going to see her again.’
Danny just stares at him. ‘What? Seriously. What are you talking about?’
Steve locks the door with a deafening click. When the hell did he manage to get to the door?
‘My right hand isn’t the company I’ve been hoping for the last couple of months, do you know that Danny,’ Steve says as he stalks his way towards Danny. ‘I gave you time, I thought you needed space.’ Steve smirks at him, his gaze unrelenting like steel.
Danny licks his lips and tries to make sense of it all. ‘Wait, Jesus fuck. Steve, are you jealous?’
Steve ignores him. He heads towards Danny, crowding him into a corner. Instinct kicking in, Danny tries to move away. Steve it seems knows him too well and grabs him by the wrists and slots their bodies together perfectly. He rubs his thumb over Danny’s bottom lip, and Danny’s fucking speechless, frozen. His body is sighing in relief and his mind can’t reconcile himself with this fact.
‘What the fuck?’ is all he manages before Steve moves quickly, licks Danny’s lips before plunging in and sucking on his tongue, and it’s so fucking filthy and hot. He lets out a slow needy whine he’s never known he had the ability to do. There’s a hot rush of fire flooding his body and Danny’s heart is pounding loudly in his chest. Steve slowly rocks their hips and grinds their cocks together and Danny bites down hard on Steve’s bottom lip.
Shit. Danny’s is going to die. This is the only reason Steve is doing this. He’s a cruel bastard.
Steve rips open his buttons, and yanks the tie over his shoulder and Danny moans into his mouth, bites down hard on his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Steve is making an attempt at tearing the zipper off his trousers.
‘This is how it’s going to go, Danny,’ he says with absolute confidence. ‘I know you want this. You want it so fucking bad. You want me to make you need this, you wanna see me hold you down and fuck your ass like it’s mine. And trust me Danny,’ he kisses him hard, ‘you’ll like this,’ he says it like it’s absolute. As if there’s no other option, and there probably isn’t what with Steve mouthing his jaw while Danny’s got his fingers in Steve’s hair, tugging his mouth back to him.
‘We’re going back to my house,’ Steve says, his eyes sharp and mouth swollen. Danny wonders why he even went out in the first place. He get’s his fingers on Danny’s dick and starts stroking it slow and sweet, and Danny lets out a moan, all strangled and high.
‘You’re not seeing anyone after this,’ he snaps at him, all breathless and half lost like Danny.
‘God, fucking hell, no. No,’ Danny says, and Steve lets out a feral and half-scary growl, rubbing under the head of his cock before the orgasm rips through Danny’s body leaving him gasping for breath, his hand in a vice grip around Steve’s hip.
‘We’re going back to my house, now,’ Steve orders.
Danny just nods and kisses him again.