fic: 30 Day McDanno Challenge (1/30)
Title: 30 Day McDanno Challenge
Author: stellarmeadow
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Paring: Steve/Danny
Rating: R
Summary: Series of prompts (altered a little to fit McDanno), one a day for 30 days.
Notes: Full list is here. Try it yourself--you might like it! :)
Danny traced a finger along the back of Steve's hand, marveling at the beauty of it. It made Danny's own hand look pale where it lay against it, despite the perpetual tan Danny had after years of living in Hawaii.
The veins were thick, standing out against the skin. The leathery feel of his skin was at odds with the fine hairs that tickled Danny's finger as he ran it down to Steve's wrist, then back up to Steve's fingers.
His fingers were long and beautiful, and Danny knew the shape and feel of them intimately, had felt them in his mouth, in his ass, and all over his body. It was hard, sometimes, to reconcile the pleasure those fingers, those hands, could give, knowing that they'd been trained to do so much damage.
And yet they were so gentle, so delicate, when needed. He'd seen Steve take Grace's hand, which disappeared into Steve's completely, and inspire such trust and confidence in her. He'd felt Steve's hand when he'd needed comforting, a hand on Danny's shoulder, or his back, both hands gripping Danny's back as Steve enveloped him in a hug.
Always just the right amount of pressure. Always holding on, never letting Danny fall apart or stray too far from where he needed to be.
Except now.
Now they lay limp on the hospital bed, the fingers moving whichever way Danny maneuvered them, but not on their own.
"Steve," Danny said, eyes moving up Steve's arm until they reached Steve's face, still as the rest of him, his tan and dark hair a stark contrast to the white hospital sheets. "You've slept enough, man. You have to wake up."
The doctors had promised Danny that the wound wasn't fatal, not when he'd gotten treatment so quickly. But this level of stillness in Steve for so long just wasn't right. The man was energy itself in his own way, even when he wasn't moving a muscle, at least to Danny.
And Danny needed that energy.
"Seriously, babe, you gotta open your eyes. Come on."
He had to. Danny didn't know what he'd do if it took much longer.
Steve didn't move, and Danny dropped his head until his forehead rested against the back of Steve's hand. "Wake up, dammit," Danny said, no fire to his voice, more a plea than any anger.
He felt Steve's hand move, fingers twitching slightly, and looked up, tracking on Steve's face instantly. Steve's eyelashes fluttered, his hand clutching around Danny's, holding it fast as Steve's eyes opened and he looked around.
"Danny?"
"Yeah, babe," Danny said, not caring if his voice sounded watery. "I'm right here."
Author: stellarmeadow
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Paring: Steve/Danny
Rating: R
Summary: Series of prompts (altered a little to fit McDanno), one a day for 30 days.
Notes: Full list is here. Try it yourself--you might like it! :)
Danny traced a finger along the back of Steve's hand, marveling at the beauty of it. It made Danny's own hand look pale where it lay against it, despite the perpetual tan Danny had after years of living in Hawaii.
The veins were thick, standing out against the skin. The leathery feel of his skin was at odds with the fine hairs that tickled Danny's finger as he ran it down to Steve's wrist, then back up to Steve's fingers.
His fingers were long and beautiful, and Danny knew the shape and feel of them intimately, had felt them in his mouth, in his ass, and all over his body. It was hard, sometimes, to reconcile the pleasure those fingers, those hands, could give, knowing that they'd been trained to do so much damage.
And yet they were so gentle, so delicate, when needed. He'd seen Steve take Grace's hand, which disappeared into Steve's completely, and inspire such trust and confidence in her. He'd felt Steve's hand when he'd needed comforting, a hand on Danny's shoulder, or his back, both hands gripping Danny's back as Steve enveloped him in a hug.
Always just the right amount of pressure. Always holding on, never letting Danny fall apart or stray too far from where he needed to be.
Except now.
Now they lay limp on the hospital bed, the fingers moving whichever way Danny maneuvered them, but not on their own.
"Steve," Danny said, eyes moving up Steve's arm until they reached Steve's face, still as the rest of him, his tan and dark hair a stark contrast to the white hospital sheets. "You've slept enough, man. You have to wake up."
The doctors had promised Danny that the wound wasn't fatal, not when he'd gotten treatment so quickly. But this level of stillness in Steve for so long just wasn't right. The man was energy itself in his own way, even when he wasn't moving a muscle, at least to Danny.
And Danny needed that energy.
"Seriously, babe, you gotta open your eyes. Come on."
He had to. Danny didn't know what he'd do if it took much longer.
Steve didn't move, and Danny dropped his head until his forehead rested against the back of Steve's hand. "Wake up, dammit," Danny said, no fire to his voice, more a plea than any anger.
He felt Steve's hand move, fingers twitching slightly, and looked up, tracking on Steve's face instantly. Steve's eyelashes fluttered, his hand clutching around Danny's, holding it fast as Steve's eyes opened and he looked around.
"Danny?"
"Yeah, babe," Danny said, not caring if his voice sounded watery. "I'm right here."