fic: Oblivion (2/?)
Title: Oblivion
Author: stellarmeadow
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Paring: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC17
Summary: Season 5 coda series - think of it as Season 5 canon with a twist....
Notes: Chapter 2 - coda for ep 502. Missed the first chapter? Read it here.
Danny watched, helpless, as Reyes got into his lawyer's car and they drove off. The smug fucker just casually mentioned he had Matt and then drove off, like Danny couldn't find him and put a bullet in his head if he wanted.
Except then he wouldn't find Matt.
Assuming the asshole actually had him and wasn't just bluffing. Hell, this was Matt. For all Danny knew, Matt could be working with the guy and hoping Danny would just track down a pile of money for both of them.
The fact that he even had to consider that as a possibility made Danny's stomach threaten to return what little was left of his dinner. He needed to find out if there had been any sightings of Matt, if there was any way this might be true. And he needed a plan.
And someone to keep him from tracking down Reyes and making the stunt with Bastille on the hood of Danny's Camaro look like child's play.
He got into his car and made a straight line for Steve's.
Steve was on the couch when Danny walked in. He looked up, frowning, as Danny walked over to the edge of the coffee table, and just stared at him. "What happened?" Steve asked, frown turning to worry, as Steve put his beer on the table and leaned forward. "Did something happen with Grace?"
"No, she's fine," Danny said, "though I sent a patrol car over to keep an eye on Rachel's place tonight, just in case."
"Reyes?" Steve asked.
Danny nodded. "Bail came through, and I was there when he got out." The scene played through his mind again, anger flowing through him once more.
"Danny?"
"Sorry. He..." Danny took a deep breath. "He says he has Matt. And that I'll never see him if I don't find that eighteen and a half million."
Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again for a brief second before speaking. "Are you sure he has Matt?"
The question was too careful, and Danny got the meaning just fine. "No, I'm not sure, and no, I'm not sure Matt isn't working with him, either."
"I didn't say--"
"You didn't have to. And it had already crossed my mind." The half laugh that forced its way out of Danny's throat hurt as he dropped down onto the couch. "How's that for a big brother, huh?" he said, picking up Steve's beer and downing it. "I'm sitting here wondering if my brother's life is in danger, or if he's colluding with the major criminal who's telling me it is."
He knew that particular tone of Steve's heavy sigh, even before he felt Steve's hand on his shoulder. "Does it matter either way?"
There was that laugh again, cutting at Danny's throat. "No. I gotta do what I gotta do, right?" He lifted his head to meet Steve's eyes, feeling a little better knowing he wasn't alone. "I need to find out first, though, if Reyes might really have him--whether he's there by choice or not--before I decide what to do next."
"Give me a few minutes," Steve said, getting up and pulling out his phone. "Let me make a couple of calls."
He gave Danny's shoulder one last squeeze before going out on to the lanai. Danny sat there drinking the beer and watching the baseball game Steve had left on the TV, focusing on the motion and the monotonous commentary without having a single clue what was going on by the time Steve came back.
He'd brought the rest of the six pack, which he put on the table, pulling one out and popping off the lid before handing it to Danny.
"It must be bad if you're giving me another beer before the news."
Steve sat back down, his leg pressing against Danny's. "There isn't any news," Steve said. "But a couple of leads that might give us info. I should hear something tomorrow, or the day after at the latest."
"I don't know if I have that much time," Danny said, taking a long drink. "I don't know how long this guy is gonna wait."
"So we'll put him off."
Danny took another drink. "And what if we find out he really does have Matt?" Danny asked. "Where the hell am I supposed to find that much money?"
"Well, I doubt we can steal that drug bust money again...."
It was a terrible joke, but it made Danny laugh all the same. He sobered, though, as the reality hit him all over again. "What am I gonna do?" he asked, eyes on Steve's. "I mean, I know what he's done, but he's my little brother."
"I know." Steve's voice was soft, his hand resting on Danny's thigh, a warm, comforting presence. "We'll figure it out."
The weight of everything hit him--the whole mess with Matt, now the new mess, what he was going to tell his parents, the thought that Reyes might go after Grace if Danny didn't respond to the Matt threat. And that was one thing he didn't need to think about, Grace in danger, not after the last two cases.
He didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about anything. He looked up at Steve, who'd done such an excellent job of driving everything out of Danny's head the other night. The method was a surprise, but not a bad one. Sex was definitely better for dealing with shit than, say, rearranging Reyes' face, for example.
Steve licked his lips, and Danny leaned into him just a little. "There's nothing you can do about it tonight, though," Steve said, his voice hoarse.
"I know. Hurry up and wait--story of my fucking life when it comes to my brother lately."
"Danny...."
He shook his head. "You're right," he said. "There's nothing I can do but think up increasingly bad scenarios all night about what might happen."
"What good does that do?" Steve said.
"None." Danny leaned a little closer. "So stop me."
"What?"
"Stop me from thinking."
Something flared in Steve's eyes, his hand tightening on Danny's leg. One corner of Steve's mouth lifted just a fraction. "Did you have something in mind for that?"
Danny didn't bother with a verbal response, choosing instead to turn sideways, lifting one leg over both of Steve's to straddle Steve's lap in one fluid motion. He captured Steve's lips before Steve could get a word out, chasing the mindless pleasure he'd found there before with his tongue. His hands were doing the same, undoing both their flies.
Steve's hands were on Danny's ass, holding him up just enough for Danny to get their dicks out, his hand wrapping around both of them. Danny stroked a few times, but the friction was too much, so he had to let Steve's mouth go long enough to lick his own hand.
At the sweep of Danny's tongue over his hand, Steve's eyes went darker, flicking between Danny's hand and his mouth. Steve's eyes stayed on Danny's mouth as Danny dropped his hand, until Danny squeezed both of their dicks together again, stroking them hard and fast, chasing oblivion.
It was tough to lose his mind completely, though, with Steve staring at him. Danny couldn't tear his eyes away, watching as Steve lost his mind instead, bit by bit, usually laser-sharp eyes becoming unfocused and finally fluttering closed as Steve groaned and came all over Danny's hand.
The sheer power of pulling that reaction out of someone who could, if he chose, probably kill Danny with his pinky, was enough to get Danny over the edge, oblivion finally reaching his brain and blotting out everything else there but pleasure.
The problem with sex as a coping mechanism, though, was that you had to come down eventually. There were worse places to do it than safe in his partner's arms, Danny supposed, but returning awareness also came with the knowledge that he was sweaty, sticky and a little disgusting, also in his partner's arms.
Not that said partner seemed to mind. Danny's forehead was resting on Steve's shoulder, and one of Steve's hands was at the small of Danny's back, the other at the base of Danny's neck. It was comfortable.
Too comfortable.
Danny made himself move, sitting up to give Steve a smile. "I should probably get cleaned up."
Steve nodded. "Me, too."
Danny removed himself, taking a second to make sure his legs still worked before disappearing into the spare bathroom. He could hear the water running through the pipes to the bathroom in Steve's room, and made sure he was out into the living room before Steve, finishing the beer as Steve came back down the stairs.
"You want to stay and watch the rest of the game?" Steve asked.
Danny hesitated. He did. But he didn't. "I should go," he said. "I want to check in with the patrol car at Rachel's before I go home."
"Okay. Let me know if anything seems off. Or if there's anything else I can do."
Danny ducked his head and laughed. "I think I've asked enough of you for one night."
"No such thing," Steve said. "Call if you need me."
"I will. Thanks."
Steve just shrugged, like it was nothing. Because he was Steve. "Night, Danno."
"Night."
Danny left without looking back.
***
Chapter 3
Author: stellarmeadow
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Paring: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC17
Summary: Season 5 coda series - think of it as Season 5 canon with a twist....
Notes: Chapter 2 - coda for ep 502. Missed the first chapter? Read it here.
Danny watched, helpless, as Reyes got into his lawyer's car and they drove off. The smug fucker just casually mentioned he had Matt and then drove off, like Danny couldn't find him and put a bullet in his head if he wanted.
Except then he wouldn't find Matt.
Assuming the asshole actually had him and wasn't just bluffing. Hell, this was Matt. For all Danny knew, Matt could be working with the guy and hoping Danny would just track down a pile of money for both of them.
The fact that he even had to consider that as a possibility made Danny's stomach threaten to return what little was left of his dinner. He needed to find out if there had been any sightings of Matt, if there was any way this might be true. And he needed a plan.
And someone to keep him from tracking down Reyes and making the stunt with Bastille on the hood of Danny's Camaro look like child's play.
He got into his car and made a straight line for Steve's.
Steve was on the couch when Danny walked in. He looked up, frowning, as Danny walked over to the edge of the coffee table, and just stared at him. "What happened?" Steve asked, frown turning to worry, as Steve put his beer on the table and leaned forward. "Did something happen with Grace?"
"No, she's fine," Danny said, "though I sent a patrol car over to keep an eye on Rachel's place tonight, just in case."
"Reyes?" Steve asked.
Danny nodded. "Bail came through, and I was there when he got out." The scene played through his mind again, anger flowing through him once more.
"Danny?"
"Sorry. He..." Danny took a deep breath. "He says he has Matt. And that I'll never see him if I don't find that eighteen and a half million."
Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again for a brief second before speaking. "Are you sure he has Matt?"
The question was too careful, and Danny got the meaning just fine. "No, I'm not sure, and no, I'm not sure Matt isn't working with him, either."
"I didn't say--"
"You didn't have to. And it had already crossed my mind." The half laugh that forced its way out of Danny's throat hurt as he dropped down onto the couch. "How's that for a big brother, huh?" he said, picking up Steve's beer and downing it. "I'm sitting here wondering if my brother's life is in danger, or if he's colluding with the major criminal who's telling me it is."
He knew that particular tone of Steve's heavy sigh, even before he felt Steve's hand on his shoulder. "Does it matter either way?"
There was that laugh again, cutting at Danny's throat. "No. I gotta do what I gotta do, right?" He lifted his head to meet Steve's eyes, feeling a little better knowing he wasn't alone. "I need to find out first, though, if Reyes might really have him--whether he's there by choice or not--before I decide what to do next."
"Give me a few minutes," Steve said, getting up and pulling out his phone. "Let me make a couple of calls."
He gave Danny's shoulder one last squeeze before going out on to the lanai. Danny sat there drinking the beer and watching the baseball game Steve had left on the TV, focusing on the motion and the monotonous commentary without having a single clue what was going on by the time Steve came back.
He'd brought the rest of the six pack, which he put on the table, pulling one out and popping off the lid before handing it to Danny.
"It must be bad if you're giving me another beer before the news."
Steve sat back down, his leg pressing against Danny's. "There isn't any news," Steve said. "But a couple of leads that might give us info. I should hear something tomorrow, or the day after at the latest."
"I don't know if I have that much time," Danny said, taking a long drink. "I don't know how long this guy is gonna wait."
"So we'll put him off."
Danny took another drink. "And what if we find out he really does have Matt?" Danny asked. "Where the hell am I supposed to find that much money?"
"Well, I doubt we can steal that drug bust money again...."
It was a terrible joke, but it made Danny laugh all the same. He sobered, though, as the reality hit him all over again. "What am I gonna do?" he asked, eyes on Steve's. "I mean, I know what he's done, but he's my little brother."
"I know." Steve's voice was soft, his hand resting on Danny's thigh, a warm, comforting presence. "We'll figure it out."
The weight of everything hit him--the whole mess with Matt, now the new mess, what he was going to tell his parents, the thought that Reyes might go after Grace if Danny didn't respond to the Matt threat. And that was one thing he didn't need to think about, Grace in danger, not after the last two cases.
He didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about anything. He looked up at Steve, who'd done such an excellent job of driving everything out of Danny's head the other night. The method was a surprise, but not a bad one. Sex was definitely better for dealing with shit than, say, rearranging Reyes' face, for example.
Steve licked his lips, and Danny leaned into him just a little. "There's nothing you can do about it tonight, though," Steve said, his voice hoarse.
"I know. Hurry up and wait--story of my fucking life when it comes to my brother lately."
"Danny...."
He shook his head. "You're right," he said. "There's nothing I can do but think up increasingly bad scenarios all night about what might happen."
"What good does that do?" Steve said.
"None." Danny leaned a little closer. "So stop me."
"What?"
"Stop me from thinking."
Something flared in Steve's eyes, his hand tightening on Danny's leg. One corner of Steve's mouth lifted just a fraction. "Did you have something in mind for that?"
Danny didn't bother with a verbal response, choosing instead to turn sideways, lifting one leg over both of Steve's to straddle Steve's lap in one fluid motion. He captured Steve's lips before Steve could get a word out, chasing the mindless pleasure he'd found there before with his tongue. His hands were doing the same, undoing both their flies.
Steve's hands were on Danny's ass, holding him up just enough for Danny to get their dicks out, his hand wrapping around both of them. Danny stroked a few times, but the friction was too much, so he had to let Steve's mouth go long enough to lick his own hand.
At the sweep of Danny's tongue over his hand, Steve's eyes went darker, flicking between Danny's hand and his mouth. Steve's eyes stayed on Danny's mouth as Danny dropped his hand, until Danny squeezed both of their dicks together again, stroking them hard and fast, chasing oblivion.
It was tough to lose his mind completely, though, with Steve staring at him. Danny couldn't tear his eyes away, watching as Steve lost his mind instead, bit by bit, usually laser-sharp eyes becoming unfocused and finally fluttering closed as Steve groaned and came all over Danny's hand.
The sheer power of pulling that reaction out of someone who could, if he chose, probably kill Danny with his pinky, was enough to get Danny over the edge, oblivion finally reaching his brain and blotting out everything else there but pleasure.
The problem with sex as a coping mechanism, though, was that you had to come down eventually. There were worse places to do it than safe in his partner's arms, Danny supposed, but returning awareness also came with the knowledge that he was sweaty, sticky and a little disgusting, also in his partner's arms.
Not that said partner seemed to mind. Danny's forehead was resting on Steve's shoulder, and one of Steve's hands was at the small of Danny's back, the other at the base of Danny's neck. It was comfortable.
Too comfortable.
Danny made himself move, sitting up to give Steve a smile. "I should probably get cleaned up."
Steve nodded. "Me, too."
Danny removed himself, taking a second to make sure his legs still worked before disappearing into the spare bathroom. He could hear the water running through the pipes to the bathroom in Steve's room, and made sure he was out into the living room before Steve, finishing the beer as Steve came back down the stairs.
"You want to stay and watch the rest of the game?" Steve asked.
Danny hesitated. He did. But he didn't. "I should go," he said. "I want to check in with the patrol car at Rachel's before I go home."
"Okay. Let me know if anything seems off. Or if there's anything else I can do."
Danny ducked his head and laughed. "I think I've asked enough of you for one night."
"No such thing," Steve said. "Call if you need me."
"I will. Thanks."
Steve just shrugged, like it was nothing. Because he was Steve. "Night, Danno."
"Night."
Danny left without looking back.
***
Chapter 3