Fic! Hawaii-five-O Standalone, lighthearted slash
Title: Secrets
Pairings: Steve/Lt. Bradley Jacks (2.03/2.10), Steve/Danno
Genre: Slash (can't really say what else)
Rating: Phew, NC 17 - R (Sex and language)
Word count: 6359
Summary: Danny doesn't like secrets and there are already too many. However, in his attempt to find out the truth he is confronted with something he really didn't expect.
Note: Beta'd by the wonderful magnificent mcparrot, thank you so much for help and advise. Lighthearted fun. Not a masterpiece but it will hopefully entertain to a certain extent. Danny's POV. Set somewhere in Season 2 before Lori leaves. I haven't written slash in that way since LPfiction, so consider this a warning because I'm quite rusty.
I don't like secrets. In fact, I hate them. Secrets, if you ask me, only lead to problems. Working with McGarrett, though is a daily confrontation with secrets. Secret Missions called 'Operation Strawberry Fields', which, frankly, makes me wonder who comes up with those names. Unfortunately, Steve won't even tell me that. I've witnessed what such a secret mission can look like when they took down the drug lord that killed the members of Seal Team 9 and believe me, it didn't look like a walk in the park. I even asked McGarrett if he had done stuff like that, which, of course, he would neither confirm nor deny. His entire life is built up on secrets; SEAL missions, Naval intelligence missions. Hell I know for a fact that he has been to Afghanistan but he never talks about that. He keeps repeating that it's all classified but come on, not everything can possibly be classified, right?
The thing is, it drives me crazy. I am a detective and by nature I am curious. I like to know the details. At least some details. The bits and pieces that I gather from working with him, or better, from being friends with him, feel like pathetic breadcrumbs scattered in my path. I haven't even figured out his specialty. I know, or rather, I suspect that he was a Sniper once upon a time but I doubt that's the specialty that gets you recruited to the Naval intelligence Agency. The ability to hit a target from afar, or driving a car like a maniac doesn't necessarily scream spy, in my opinion.
And don't even get me started on Joe White, who trained Steve, making him the man he is and who carries even more secrets on his back. Ever since he turned up things had gotten worse. Don't get me wrong, I like the old man who helped saving McGarrett's life, actually, according to Steve, more than once, but ever since he showed up my headaches are getting worse. I worry, you know. I worry. I probably shouldn't because I've seen up close what Steve is able to do but I can't help but wondering if all that secrecy might one fine day break him down. You can't blame the guy for being oblivious to the danger of secrets considering that this all started in adolescence with his father, who, go figure, also had a trashcan full of goddamn secrets. Secrets that got people killed.
So, when Mcgarrett, the Navy poster guy it took me a minute here to realize you were talking about Steve. Maybe you could put Steve’s name after poster guy called me yesterday and served me another lie to cancel surfing in the afternoon, I decided I’d had just about enough. It's one thing to keep the past classified, considering it would get him in trouble for committing treason, but we are friends for almost two years now and I think I deserve a little honesty. To cancel our appointment, he had made an awfully lame excuse, which has me convinced that social engineering was definitely not his specialty, but I pretended to buy it. If he can have secrets so can I, right? He said he would be home today, all day, working on the car that he already fixed but that keeps breaking down.
He didn't ask me to help him but suggested I should spent time with Grace, which I would have done if Rachel hadn't taken her on a trip. I didn't say that to him, though. Whatever he was hiding, I intended to find out. I wouldn't let him get away with this. In addition, I was also, yet again, worried. McGarrett has a tendency to look for trouble by himself.
Unfortunately it's not easy spying on Steve McGarrett. Not solely because he's got all of those superpowers that he likes to show off constantly, but because there is not much cover in the area around his house. I parked the car a bit further away than usual. His car was parked outside the gate, which meant he was either truly home, or swam a few miles to another shore, which, considering the Navy aspect wouldn't be completely surprising.
I was just about to enter the lawn in front of his house when I heard a car and quickly looked for concealment. Imagine my surprise when I noticed Lt. Bradley Jacks approaching the McGarrett residence. I would have expected Joe turning up but certainly not this guy. Jacks was, or is, part of SEAL Team 9 and was once rescued by Steve and returned the favor by flying with us to North Korea to save McGarrett. I talked to him a little during that flight but nothing more than random chit chat, during, what was to me, the most daring thing I've ever done. I shouldn't have been so surprised to see one SEAL visiting another SEAL but I was. I was actually shocked and somewhat hurt, which I know, sounds insane but I couldn't help thinking that he was probably invited because McGarrett wanted to talk all open and honest for a change. Something he cannot do with me. At least not in that Navy sense. In addition, he never even so much mentioned that name. Never, even casually, said that he was hanging out with Jacks.
I admit that my position was spectacularly pathetic. I was hiding in the bushes fueled by an unexplainable anger, watching Bradley walk in the house without knocking, which is kind of my thing, you know. He didn't look like he came here for the first time. He looked familiar with his surroundings and had a content smile on his face. Evidently he was visiting a friend and it bothered me that I didn't even know they were actually friends at all.
My anger drove me to approach the house and sneak around in order to catch them through the window. A risky move considering the two highly trained soldiers in the house but I threw caution out of the window because I wanted to know the nature of this relationship. Perhaps, it was only a thank you for saving my ass and vis versa sort of lunch, but perhaps it was something else. Something secret and I was done with secrets.
In my defense, I was really worried. I even suspected Steve of recruiting SEALS for a personal secret mission. I had many suspicions and ideas of what I would see but it turned out I was completely unprepared, to say the least. I was focused on being quiet and stealthy while I sneaked around the house and froze when I heard voices. I managed to reach the window that would give me the widest view of the living room.
They were kissing. No, not just kissing. They were making out. Quite passionately. Lips locked, arms wrapped around each other, grinding crotches through matching cargo pants. McGarrett and Jacks. Two men. Two SEALS. Two fucking sailors. It felt like a bad movie or a very insensitive prank to me. I was partly expecting Chin jumping up behind me, yelling: Busted. Sadly, that didn't happen. Nothing happened on my part because the shock had paralyzed me and I kept watching.
I can't even recall the thoughts I had in that moment. I do remember that sudden aching feeling in my stomach, though. See, it wasn't the male-on-male part that disturbed me, because let's be honest here I'm as gay as they come. It's my very own secret.
My only secret actually. The one that never felt like a secret but more like a choice. I'm open minded and I'm not afraid of admitting that I do like cock, but in my line of work it's better to keep that private. Very private. Only Rachel knows about this because well, our marriage didn't exactly work out and this was most definitely one of the main reasons as to why. I never considered a ‘coming out’ in a classic sense because there never seemed a need to do so. I've had my affairs. Mostly with other police officers back in New Jersey. Very random, strictly physical affairs and that suited me quite well. It granted me release without drama. When I came to Hawaii I had too many things in mind to even look closely and always figured there would be time for that eventually.
Then I met Steve McGarrett.
Obviously, that so called Gay Radar had completely failed me because I would have never guessed, not in a million years, that Steve could be interested in men as a sexual preference. Never. He was an extraordinary example of the male species. The kind that was able to lead warriors in to hopeless battles. He was always in control, always in charge, well except when he was imprisoned or tortured, but that's beside the point. I mean, I'm pretty manly, right? Not because I'm trying to hide anything but because it's me. I don’t have much love for the rainbow flag. In fact, ever since I came here to Hawaii rainbows in general annoy the shit out of me. Nonetheless, I do spend a lot of time in the bathroom and a lot of time on my hair. Not to stereotype myself but I have the need to get a decent look before going out there hunting scumbags. Steve, though, Steve takes three minute Navy showers for crying out loud.
Seeing them, in that close embrace made me realize that I failed entirely. I've observed this man closely. Believe me, very closely and never even so much considered making a move. We do have that bromance vibe but it was all platonic and oh, so very straight. I wouldn't have dared to risk this friendship for something random. Of course, I like him. I like him a lot, otherwise I wouldn't be worrying about him all the fucking time. It was fine to simply cherish the friendship because I was convinced he was straight. Now, I saw him sticking his tongue in to the other man's throat and I hated it. I hated it because I was jealous. Perhaps, that shocked me more than the original discovery.
I watched as Steve pulled off Bradley's shirt. He, of course, hadn't even bothered putting one on in the first place. They kissed again. I watched as their hands roamed over each other’s skin and while to a certain extent arousing, it also pained me in a way I would have never expected. My mouth felt dry and my head hurt, from the shock, the heat and the uncomfortable position but I just couldn't make myself to turn around. I was mesmerized by the scene in the house. Through, the open windows I heard them panting and saw Bradley dropping on to his knees. The prospect of watching McGarrett receiving a blow-job activated my senses and I tried to take a step back.
It was stupid to presume that they were too wrapped up to notice me. I stumbled and almost fell, catching the windowsill at the last moment. It was far too loud. I knew that they must have heard me and of course, seconds later, Steve was standing before me, shirt and breath -less, with his eyes widened and I felt my face crimsoning in utter embarrassment.
“Danny?” He uttered, astounded and lowered his gun.
“Hey,” I replied in a lame attempt to sound casual, “I was just in the neighborhood.”
What a lie. What a horrible, pathetic lie. He knew, of course, he knew I spied on him, he knew I had seen what I probably shouldn't have seen. My mind was completely blank when I noticed Bradley approaching Steve from behind. He had put his shirt back on, thankfully and touched McGarrett briefly, saying, “I probably should go.”
Steve nodded without looking at him and said something like a, 'I’ll call you,' but I didn't really understand because I was trapped in a Navy Seal death stare and could barely keep myself from running away in a panic. His eyes, ever so fucking gorgeous, were fixed on me while he stood there with his arms crossed. He had the upper hand in this and I knew that he was enjoying my unfortunate situation. It confused me because, shouldn't he be shocked as well? He looked calm, though, content and not at all terrified that I had caught him making out with a guy. It ignited that fury inside my chest yet again.
“Wanna come in, Danno?” he asked, seemingly entertained, with his chin lifted.
I probably should have declined but you don't say no to Commander Steve McGarrett. Therefore, I shrugged helplessly and followed him in to the house like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar, awaiting severe punishment. Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I felt so embarrassed and I was grateful that he handed me a beer the second I walked in to the living room. Alcohol seemed like a great idea.
“So, you were in the neighborhood?” he wondered, amused. “What brought you here? To this neighborhood?”
I hated him. Severely hated him, because he knew, of course, that there was not much reason to be here. Around his home it was all private houses instead shops or anything else that would justify my being here.
“Excuse me for being worried,” I managed and ignored him raising his eyebrow in that cocky McGarrett manner, “but you were evasive on the phone and I just wanted to avoid you running off on some Ninja Mission by yourself. So, I thought I check. And I'm sorry that I disturbed your date with Lt. Jacks.”
I was hoping that would make him blush but he only grinned. I was startled by how relaxed he was, considering I had caught him like that.
“Actually, you do look a little disturbed, Danny.”
“Oh, I am, Steve. I am. I am very disturbed, actually. Here I thought you might be in trouble but no, you are making out with a guy!”
“I actually planned on fucking him as well,” Steve replied in an unwavering voice and his goddamn smile broadened. He winked at me, which was even more disturbing.
I hadn't expected that. I thought he'd act all ashamed but he wasn't ashamed. He wasn't even shaken up much about being discovered. It annoyed the hell out of me because I still felt embarrassed.
“You! Are you trying to make this worse?”
“Relax, Danny.”
“Relax? Seriously? You want me to relax? I just found out that my partner is gay. Excuse me for being a little stunned over that fact. It's not like you ever mentioned anything about that before.”
I know, I did sound like an absolute ass but the words just came out and I had no way of stopping myself. Not that it was bothering Steve, who laughed lightly.
“You think this is funny?” I inquired now furiously.
“A little.”
In a way the phone call saved his life because I was about to draw my weapon and shoot him right then and there.
“We got a case,” he said when he was done and gave me a questioning glance. “Can you handle it?”
Of course I could handle it. The question alone infuriated me further as we walked to the car. My car, which he would drive because he always wants to drive because he is Steve McGarrett. Simple as that. I wasn't done, though. I tried keeping it inside but five minutes on the road and it became impossible to restrain myself.
“How can you be so at ease with this?”
He shrugged, “It's no big deal. It's a little weird that you found out this way and I think I might owe Bradley an apology, but it's no reason to feel uneasy.”
“But you're gay!”
“So, are you, Danno.”
BAM! It hit me like an avalanche and I suppressed the urge to open up the door of the driving car and jump out. How the fuck did he know and I didn't? What did I do that he recognized my sexual orientation? I hadn't had sex with a man since I came to this island and I never made a comment in that regard. Well, aside from the Estrada one, but other than that?
“How?”
“You give up a vibe.”
“I do…” I protested wildly, “not give up a vibe! What the hell does that even mean? What's a vibe? I don't have vibes.”
“Fine, it's your hair, then.”
“I…” I opposed, impotently defending, “My hair is not gay!”
Steve laughed out loudly, which was intoxicating and despite all my anger, I could feel the hilarity of the situation, “Do you know how ridiculous you sound?”
“That's because this entire situation is ridiculous. Why did you never say a word? And why are you so calm? Isn't being gay forbidden and punishable by death in the Navy?”
“Dude, the Village People have a song about the Navy,” he replied, still laughing but then gathered himself and toned his voice down. “It's not something you advertise. I'm sure you know what I mean by that. You just keep it private.”
“A secret.”
“Exactly.”
“But why did you keep it a secret from me?” I finally managed to ask. I understood what he was saying in regards to his career because I was doing the same thing. However, I still felt hurt that he never trusted in me as a friend.
“You kept your secret and I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“But I'm always uncomfortable. This could have made me comfortable. Have you ever thought about that?”
“You think if I came out to you, it would have made you comfortable?”
“Yes,” I said far too hastily, “because it's a question of trust.”
“We work together every day, Danny. I figured the last thing we need is sexual tension between us.”
Give me a break. Everything McGarrett said made me more angry. I thought he was overly arrogant and I still had not come to terms with the fact that he knew about me before I knew about him. It grated on my ego. Therefore my voice grew a lot louder than intended when I replied.
“Sexual tension?”
“Yes. Sexual tension. Don't you think there would be tension?”
I really hated the way he asked that question.
“Oh, please don't flatter yourself, Sailor. Just because we both share a preference doesn't mean I want you.”
“But you do.”
He was right. God, he was right but he wasn't supposed to know that. He certainly wasn't supposed to rub this in my face in that really annoying arrogant McGarrett way..
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I'm just observant. You always look at me with those hungry eyes.”
“Hungry eyes? A Dirty Dancing reference? Really, Steve? Don't you think it's a little too cliché?”
“Do you want me or not?” he asked and I felt cornered.
“No. Yes. Fuck you!” Not exactly a great answer, right? But what was I supposed to say? Evidently, he had me figured out all this time and a lie wouldn't help me out of this situation. The absolute truth though would only make this worse.
When he turned his head to look at me briefly, I saw him licking his lips. It was such a strange moment. For the first time we were facing each other without masks. I knew what he meant by fearing this might mess things up because I hadn't even thought about asking about the case. I had already lost concentration.
“Tell you what,” he suddenly said casually while looking at the street again, “when this case is over, why don't you come by my place and we'll see what happens.”
I suspected this to be a very bad idea but nodded and grunted, “Okay. Good. We'll see what happens.”
What happens when two adult homosexual guys meet? I tell you what happens; a lot of r-rated entertainment. At least that's what usually happens but Steve McGarrett is quite different from your usual hunk at a gay bar. Or, in my case, Steve is very different to the cops I had my adventures with. See, in New Jersey, well it's probably not a general Jersey thing, but back home everything was much easier. You met someone and you notice something that makes you risk a move and 9 out of 10 times your fucking radar was right. Dinner, well pizza to be honest, because I'm not a fancy guy, and a few beers and then sex. Very simple, very casual, mostly satisfying. No need to stay for breakfast and definitely no need to do it twice with the same guy.
I know that this might make me sound like a male slut but let me assure you that I'm not. I had sex with about nine guys in my life. Honestly, maybe 10 if you'd count that boy in high school, though you can't really call that sex at all. I thought I was pretty well adept with that number, though. After all I was keeping it a secret and was married to a woman whom I really loved. Granted, not enough to become straight, but still wholeheartedly. I thought we would work but eventually the urge catches up with you and there will come a moment where you can no longer suppress it. It still pains me that our marriage didn't work but that's another story.
Anyway, so, let's go with 10 guys to round it up and I always thought it to be enough. I never felt the urge to increase that number just for the number's sake. Maybe, I'm a weird gay guy because, although sex is terrific, I'm not a hunter. I'm perfectly fine with lame internet porn and masturbation. Less stressful.
It dawned on me when I accepted that invite that I might have gone over my head. Not to mention that I recently saw him heavily making out with a guy and that image was still lingering very prominently in my mind. I was able to push the thoughts about the upcoming date out of mind during the work on the case but guess what? It was an easy case for a change. The husband actually did kill his wife this time and it was easy to gather the evidence to prove it.
Unlike our usual cases we were all done by the evening. Chin was happy to spend quality time with the wife, Kono was looking forward to a party and Lori planned on going to the movies. Leaving only Steve and me. I was secretly hoping Rachel would call or another murder would occur but unfortunately none of that happened and I had no choice, really. I couldn't back out.
I bought me some time by saying I need to get changed but even that didn't take long. My whole mind was split in two. One part was overly excited and looked forward to it, while the other part was petrified. For the first time in my life I was wondering if my date had certain likings. Was he a top or a bottom? What was I? Pretty casually versatile actually and it made me feel lame.
Still, I drove over there with my thoughts and doubts and the number 10 waving like a Damocles sword over my head. I told myself that Steve might be even less experienced. I mean, where would he have time to fuck, right? Turns out, that in the Navy you make time for that and according to Steve, frighteningly often. I'm not judging but it really makes you wonder if it's the uniforms.
He let me in with a smile, wearing his comfy SEAL shirt and short cargo pants (imagine that) and greeted me with the words, “I wasn't sure if you'd come.”
“Why?”
“Thought you might chicken out.”
Asshole, I thought but nonetheless grinned, “You think I'm afraid of you?”
“I hope not,” he simply stated and handed me a beer.
None of it was done in an extra special way. IT was casual. Just as we’d done a hundred times before. Two friends drinking beer. Only, and it pains me to admit that, Steve had been right in the car, the sexual tension was lingering in the atmosphere and caused me physical difficulties. It was hard to breathe calmly. I always checked him out but now I seemed unable to take my eyes away from the muscles bending under his shirt.
“This is weird,” I finally confessed and he nodded in agreement.
“Yes. Very weird.”
“Never had a date like that.”
“You think this is a date?”
”What the hell do you think this is?”
He made a face and shrugged, “I wish I'd known because I would have done something more... date appropriate.”
And just like that he infuriated me yet again. I felt my checks blushing because evidently I had different expectations. He didn't view this as a date but if he didn't then what? A booty call? Or just a healthy discussion about our sexual orientation?
“Oh, god, this was a bad idea.”
“Why?”
“Because we don't fit. Because you already annoy me and I'm here for like, five seconds!”
“I annoy you? Why? What did I do wrong?” He was looking sincerely surprised, which made me even more angry. How can someone with so much training be so oblivious?
“It's your arrogance. I mean, fine, I didn't know you were gay but you evidently figured it about me because you are observant. That doesn't give you the right to be this cocky. You invited me to your house after our discussion about who wants who and then you are surprised that a normal human being sees this as a possible date. Come one, Steve, even you must see the contradiction in that!”
McGarrett hesitated for a brief moment, looking somewhat stupid, before he gave me a defensive glance and said, “I'm sorry, Danny. But I don't do dates.”
“What do you mean?”
Finally, it was his turn to blush with embarrassment and it felt good to see him like that.
“I fuck soldiers,” he suddenly said and that confused, I think, the both of us, but then he elaborated.
“I don't date. I meet guys and we have sex. Most of the time that happened when I was in training or deployed somewhere. We keep it private. It's sorta like a code. If you don't talk about it, it didn't happen. There was never any dating involved.”
You'd think, great, McGarrett is no different from me, but you'd be damn wrong because sex in the Navy, as I figured out that night, does happen rather frequently. We are talking about fast sex in a bunk bed, or a quick hand-job in the shower. Apparently, not as uncommon as I would have guessed. In a three minute Navy Shower, masturbation is possible, according to Steve, though I think he kinda exaggerated there a little.
My problem was, the more he was talking about that stuff the more horny I was getting. At some point every word was making my dick react to it. A part of me even wished to be on a fucking aircraft carrier in a shower, full of Sailors. McGarrett was explaining his sex life and it sounded like the kind of porn I wanted to star in.
“Okay, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Your confession. I don't want to hear about Soldier porn,” I added, “What are we going to do about our situation here?”
It was a dumb, yet brilliant question and neither of us had an answer just yet.
“We can go upstairs,” he suggested with a very intense stare.
“And then get undressed and see what happens?” I wondered and shook my head. He really had absolutely no seduction skills. He wanted this to happen, which was evident in his face but he didn't know how to seduce someone. It didn't bother me to be honest. I actually found it somewhat adorable, that this tough guy didn't know the first thing about sensuality.
“Yes,” he croaked and smiled. What a goddamn smile that was. Made my knees shake.
“So, from all you've been saying, you want me to go upstairs with you and then what? I bend over and you fuck me for three minutes?”
“Don't get so caught up on the three minutes.”
“There's a problem, though, babe. I'm not some horny sailor who dies to be Navy-SEAL-fucked. If you want me to bend over, you have to work for it. Now, if you can't do that, I suggest we go outside and sit on the beach, talking about the good old times.”
It was a risky move and trust me, my entire body was revolting against this cockiness because I definitely wanted him, but he was not just some guy but Steve McGarrett and I couldn't let him have me, without any effort. In addition, I enjoyed making him uncomfortable by taking away his well-known routine.
Say, what you will about him though, he understood the message. He was still unable to put on some seductive moves but he dropped on his knees before me. I swallowed hard because he looked perfectly exquisite in that position. Then he lowered his eyes and lifted his hands to work on my belt.
He pulled down my jeans and gave the boxers an amused look.
“Flowers, Danny?”
I took a step back, “Is this how you want to earn my ass? Because if it is…” I ranted and pretended to pull my pants up.
“No, no, no,” he protested, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. Then he pushed down the boxers as well, looking at my cock that sprung free, throbbing, leaking.
I'm not going to lie here, but what happened next can only be described as the most astonishing blow-job I have ever received. His eager tongue flicked over the tip softly, before he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck. I don't know if he learned that in the Navy but by god, if he did, God bless America. He fellated my cock fervently, barely taking breaks to breathe. His hands were on my hips, teasing them to thrust forward a lot harder than anyone had ever allowed me to do.
I felt my balls swelling up fucking his face and he never struggled but took it all in. He didn't gag, but sucked hungrily while I clawed my hands in his hair. I felt like screaming but all that came out were lascivious pants of joy. I could not hold back a loud moan when I climaxed and he swallowed greedily everything I had to offer. I reeled with the sensations and could barely catch my breath when he stood up and wiped his mouth.
“Good enough?”
It took me a moment to answer.
“Shit, yeah.”
“Then I guess it's my turn.”
With that he kissed me. I tasted the residue of my spunk in his mouth while his arms wrapped around me. I exhaled in his throat and felt my cock getting hard again just from that kiss. What a kiss. A blow-job first and then kissing was quite new to me but both felt incredibly good. I could only imagine of what else he was capable of.
When he let go of me I was trembling. He gazed at me breathlessly, “Upstairs?”
What was I supposed to do? I'd lost the ability to resist and simply nodded, following him to the bedroom. He undressed himself, while I was still mesmerized over what had just happened. His cock was a gorgeous piece of manhood. It was cut, appropriately thick and impressive in length. Absentmindedly he touched himself, which sent shudders down my back.
In the bedroom, Steve Mcgarrett was once again in control. He was the king and I'm a slave but definitely a willing one. I've lost the ability to protest and or to make witty replies. All I wanted was to be fucked. Sometimes things can be that easy. He was taking charge and I was kissed even more passionately than downstairs. I was touched in places that made me go wild. In return, I couldn't keep my hands under control, almost desperately trying to touch every inch of his skin.
At some point he turned me around, shoved my thighs open with his knee. I was completely exposed and let out some yelps when I felt him feeling me up. He was sort of sensual but also eager and arousingly agitated. He was a bit animal like and didn't waste time to play around. I felt something cold and liquid and knew he was lubing me up. Gotta say, I was grateful, because in all my lust I had forgotten to talk about such terms.
He also used protection, which I only noticed hearing the familiar sounds of a condom pack being ripped open. And then he fucked me. I was never the biggest fan of anal sex because most of the times the guys who fucked me, or rather attempted to fuck me, were amateurs and didn't know the first thing of how to properly fuck someone.. Steve, however, knew how to do this properly. He took time to enter me. He was cautious but firm and at some point pushed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in my ass. Then he haltered in the position. The pause, gave me time to adjust and began to move. Slowly at first up until he knew that I was ready to take the full force. He fucked me in a way that made me actually scream out with lust. I was sliced open but it felt so incredibly magnificent that it made me cum without even touching my dick.
That never happened before.
It didn't take Steve only three minutes to reach his climax. Instead he took his time while keeping me balanced, enjoyed himself, lifted my hips up at some point and kept fucking me in a steady rhythm. Not too slow, not too fast just right. I was unprepared when he pulled out suddenly and with an impossible move he had me turned onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulder and plunged back in, so hard that it made me scream again.
His hand was stimulating my now almost aching dick, while he continued fucking me like a mad rabbit and I can taste sweat when he leans down to kiss me. I came again.
My cock felt on fire. I was gasping erratically but tried to keep my eyes open because I didn't want to miss watching him come. His eyes fluttered closed, his lips opened and his muscles bending while he thrusts hard in to me and comes inside. His eyes shut, while he opens his lips, releasing a moan. His orgasm lasted for a long moment before he collapsed in to my arms, breathing erratically, clinging to me like someone who is drowning. When he finally calmed down he kissed me over and over again. I hadn't expected that. I was overwhelmed with post-orgasmic shuddering and emotions I couldn't define. I was holding a heavy trembling Navy SEAL in my arms and almost felt like crying fwith joy.
When he rolled away from me I almost cried out for him stay but restrained myself to avoid sounding like a teenage girl or a badly written erotic novel character. Instead, I took in a deep breath and looked at him. “That was something.”
“Something? That was something?” His breathing had simmered down and the arrogance was back, of course.
“Well, yeah, it was okay,” I had a smile on my face. No need to let him know how absolutely glorious it had been for me, right?
“Okay? Danny, you screamed!”
“Of course, I screamed. I had your dick in my ass. Kinda of a screaming moment.” I teased him with a broad grin, “But I'm a general screamer in that matter.”
I'm not. Actually, I'm usually very quiet but he doesn't need to know that, does he?
“So, what does that mean? You didn't like it?”
“No, that's not what I said. I said it was okay. I like okay.”
Before I can add more nonsense he was on top of me, face to face, croaking, “We'll do this until okay becomes outstanding!”
That's the funny thing when you have sex with Navy Seal. See, they get told in BUDS training things like 'It pays to be a winner,' and are raised to be overly competitive. To me, that means I can get a lot more out of this than I originally thought.
From that day on, McGarrett threw himself in to his mission. He even adorably, calls it the 'Satisfy Danno Mission' and I certainly can't complain about that. It's somewhat amusing that he doesn't even realize that I'm playing with him and you know, I think it's because he likes it. He likes having to work for a goal. We are more than random by now. It's strange and it still scares me but it's definitely not random.
I'm his secret now.
Pairings: Steve/Lt. Bradley Jacks (2.03/2.10), Steve/Danno
Genre: Slash (can't really say what else)
Rating: Phew, NC 17 - R (Sex and language)
Word count: 6359
Summary: Danny doesn't like secrets and there are already too many. However, in his attempt to find out the truth he is confronted with something he really didn't expect.
Note: Beta'd by the wonderful magnificent mcparrot, thank you so much for help and advise. Lighthearted fun. Not a masterpiece but it will hopefully entertain to a certain extent. Danny's POV. Set somewhere in Season 2 before Lori leaves. I haven't written slash in that way since LPfiction, so consider this a warning because I'm quite rusty.
I don't like secrets. In fact, I hate them. Secrets, if you ask me, only lead to problems. Working with McGarrett, though is a daily confrontation with secrets. Secret Missions called 'Operation Strawberry Fields', which, frankly, makes me wonder who comes up with those names. Unfortunately, Steve won't even tell me that. I've witnessed what such a secret mission can look like when they took down the drug lord that killed the members of Seal Team 9 and believe me, it didn't look like a walk in the park. I even asked McGarrett if he had done stuff like that, which, of course, he would neither confirm nor deny. His entire life is built up on secrets; SEAL missions, Naval intelligence missions. Hell I know for a fact that he has been to Afghanistan but he never talks about that. He keeps repeating that it's all classified but come on, not everything can possibly be classified, right?
The thing is, it drives me crazy. I am a detective and by nature I am curious. I like to know the details. At least some details. The bits and pieces that I gather from working with him, or better, from being friends with him, feel like pathetic breadcrumbs scattered in my path. I haven't even figured out his specialty. I know, or rather, I suspect that he was a Sniper once upon a time but I doubt that's the specialty that gets you recruited to the Naval intelligence Agency. The ability to hit a target from afar, or driving a car like a maniac doesn't necessarily scream spy, in my opinion.
And don't even get me started on Joe White, who trained Steve, making him the man he is and who carries even more secrets on his back. Ever since he turned up things had gotten worse. Don't get me wrong, I like the old man who helped saving McGarrett's life, actually, according to Steve, more than once, but ever since he showed up my headaches are getting worse. I worry, you know. I worry. I probably shouldn't because I've seen up close what Steve is able to do but I can't help but wondering if all that secrecy might one fine day break him down. You can't blame the guy for being oblivious to the danger of secrets considering that this all started in adolescence with his father, who, go figure, also had a trashcan full of goddamn secrets. Secrets that got people killed.
So, when Mcgarrett, the Navy poster guy it took me a minute here to realize you were talking about Steve. Maybe you could put Steve’s name after poster guy called me yesterday and served me another lie to cancel surfing in the afternoon, I decided I’d had just about enough. It's one thing to keep the past classified, considering it would get him in trouble for committing treason, but we are friends for almost two years now and I think I deserve a little honesty. To cancel our appointment, he had made an awfully lame excuse, which has me convinced that social engineering was definitely not his specialty, but I pretended to buy it. If he can have secrets so can I, right? He said he would be home today, all day, working on the car that he already fixed but that keeps breaking down.
He didn't ask me to help him but suggested I should spent time with Grace, which I would have done if Rachel hadn't taken her on a trip. I didn't say that to him, though. Whatever he was hiding, I intended to find out. I wouldn't let him get away with this. In addition, I was also, yet again, worried. McGarrett has a tendency to look for trouble by himself.
Unfortunately it's not easy spying on Steve McGarrett. Not solely because he's got all of those superpowers that he likes to show off constantly, but because there is not much cover in the area around his house. I parked the car a bit further away than usual. His car was parked outside the gate, which meant he was either truly home, or swam a few miles to another shore, which, considering the Navy aspect wouldn't be completely surprising.
I was just about to enter the lawn in front of his house when I heard a car and quickly looked for concealment. Imagine my surprise when I noticed Lt. Bradley Jacks approaching the McGarrett residence. I would have expected Joe turning up but certainly not this guy. Jacks was, or is, part of SEAL Team 9 and was once rescued by Steve and returned the favor by flying with us to North Korea to save McGarrett. I talked to him a little during that flight but nothing more than random chit chat, during, what was to me, the most daring thing I've ever done. I shouldn't have been so surprised to see one SEAL visiting another SEAL but I was. I was actually shocked and somewhat hurt, which I know, sounds insane but I couldn't help thinking that he was probably invited because McGarrett wanted to talk all open and honest for a change. Something he cannot do with me. At least not in that Navy sense. In addition, he never even so much mentioned that name. Never, even casually, said that he was hanging out with Jacks.
I admit that my position was spectacularly pathetic. I was hiding in the bushes fueled by an unexplainable anger, watching Bradley walk in the house without knocking, which is kind of my thing, you know. He didn't look like he came here for the first time. He looked familiar with his surroundings and had a content smile on his face. Evidently he was visiting a friend and it bothered me that I didn't even know they were actually friends at all.
My anger drove me to approach the house and sneak around in order to catch them through the window. A risky move considering the two highly trained soldiers in the house but I threw caution out of the window because I wanted to know the nature of this relationship. Perhaps, it was only a thank you for saving my ass and vis versa sort of lunch, but perhaps it was something else. Something secret and I was done with secrets.
In my defense, I was really worried. I even suspected Steve of recruiting SEALS for a personal secret mission. I had many suspicions and ideas of what I would see but it turned out I was completely unprepared, to say the least. I was focused on being quiet and stealthy while I sneaked around the house and froze when I heard voices. I managed to reach the window that would give me the widest view of the living room.
They were kissing. No, not just kissing. They were making out. Quite passionately. Lips locked, arms wrapped around each other, grinding crotches through matching cargo pants. McGarrett and Jacks. Two men. Two SEALS. Two fucking sailors. It felt like a bad movie or a very insensitive prank to me. I was partly expecting Chin jumping up behind me, yelling: Busted. Sadly, that didn't happen. Nothing happened on my part because the shock had paralyzed me and I kept watching.
I can't even recall the thoughts I had in that moment. I do remember that sudden aching feeling in my stomach, though. See, it wasn't the male-on-male part that disturbed me, because let's be honest here I'm as gay as they come. It's my very own secret.
My only secret actually. The one that never felt like a secret but more like a choice. I'm open minded and I'm not afraid of admitting that I do like cock, but in my line of work it's better to keep that private. Very private. Only Rachel knows about this because well, our marriage didn't exactly work out and this was most definitely one of the main reasons as to why. I never considered a ‘coming out’ in a classic sense because there never seemed a need to do so. I've had my affairs. Mostly with other police officers back in New Jersey. Very random, strictly physical affairs and that suited me quite well. It granted me release without drama. When I came to Hawaii I had too many things in mind to even look closely and always figured there would be time for that eventually.
Then I met Steve McGarrett.
Obviously, that so called Gay Radar had completely failed me because I would have never guessed, not in a million years, that Steve could be interested in men as a sexual preference. Never. He was an extraordinary example of the male species. The kind that was able to lead warriors in to hopeless battles. He was always in control, always in charge, well except when he was imprisoned or tortured, but that's beside the point. I mean, I'm pretty manly, right? Not because I'm trying to hide anything but because it's me. I don’t have much love for the rainbow flag. In fact, ever since I came here to Hawaii rainbows in general annoy the shit out of me. Nonetheless, I do spend a lot of time in the bathroom and a lot of time on my hair. Not to stereotype myself but I have the need to get a decent look before going out there hunting scumbags. Steve, though, Steve takes three minute Navy showers for crying out loud.
Seeing them, in that close embrace made me realize that I failed entirely. I've observed this man closely. Believe me, very closely and never even so much considered making a move. We do have that bromance vibe but it was all platonic and oh, so very straight. I wouldn't have dared to risk this friendship for something random. Of course, I like him. I like him a lot, otherwise I wouldn't be worrying about him all the fucking time. It was fine to simply cherish the friendship because I was convinced he was straight. Now, I saw him sticking his tongue in to the other man's throat and I hated it. I hated it because I was jealous. Perhaps, that shocked me more than the original discovery.
I watched as Steve pulled off Bradley's shirt. He, of course, hadn't even bothered putting one on in the first place. They kissed again. I watched as their hands roamed over each other’s skin and while to a certain extent arousing, it also pained me in a way I would have never expected. My mouth felt dry and my head hurt, from the shock, the heat and the uncomfortable position but I just couldn't make myself to turn around. I was mesmerized by the scene in the house. Through, the open windows I heard them panting and saw Bradley dropping on to his knees. The prospect of watching McGarrett receiving a blow-job activated my senses and I tried to take a step back.
It was stupid to presume that they were too wrapped up to notice me. I stumbled and almost fell, catching the windowsill at the last moment. It was far too loud. I knew that they must have heard me and of course, seconds later, Steve was standing before me, shirt and breath -less, with his eyes widened and I felt my face crimsoning in utter embarrassment.
“Danny?” He uttered, astounded and lowered his gun.
“Hey,” I replied in a lame attempt to sound casual, “I was just in the neighborhood.”
What a lie. What a horrible, pathetic lie. He knew, of course, he knew I spied on him, he knew I had seen what I probably shouldn't have seen. My mind was completely blank when I noticed Bradley approaching Steve from behind. He had put his shirt back on, thankfully and touched McGarrett briefly, saying, “I probably should go.”
Steve nodded without looking at him and said something like a, 'I’ll call you,' but I didn't really understand because I was trapped in a Navy Seal death stare and could barely keep myself from running away in a panic. His eyes, ever so fucking gorgeous, were fixed on me while he stood there with his arms crossed. He had the upper hand in this and I knew that he was enjoying my unfortunate situation. It confused me because, shouldn't he be shocked as well? He looked calm, though, content and not at all terrified that I had caught him making out with a guy. It ignited that fury inside my chest yet again.
“Wanna come in, Danno?” he asked, seemingly entertained, with his chin lifted.
I probably should have declined but you don't say no to Commander Steve McGarrett. Therefore, I shrugged helplessly and followed him in to the house like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar, awaiting severe punishment. Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I felt so embarrassed and I was grateful that he handed me a beer the second I walked in to the living room. Alcohol seemed like a great idea.
“So, you were in the neighborhood?” he wondered, amused. “What brought you here? To this neighborhood?”
I hated him. Severely hated him, because he knew, of course, that there was not much reason to be here. Around his home it was all private houses instead shops or anything else that would justify my being here.
“Excuse me for being worried,” I managed and ignored him raising his eyebrow in that cocky McGarrett manner, “but you were evasive on the phone and I just wanted to avoid you running off on some Ninja Mission by yourself. So, I thought I check. And I'm sorry that I disturbed your date with Lt. Jacks.”
I was hoping that would make him blush but he only grinned. I was startled by how relaxed he was, considering I had caught him like that.
“Actually, you do look a little disturbed, Danny.”
“Oh, I am, Steve. I am. I am very disturbed, actually. Here I thought you might be in trouble but no, you are making out with a guy!”
“I actually planned on fucking him as well,” Steve replied in an unwavering voice and his goddamn smile broadened. He winked at me, which was even more disturbing.
I hadn't expected that. I thought he'd act all ashamed but he wasn't ashamed. He wasn't even shaken up much about being discovered. It annoyed the hell out of me because I still felt embarrassed.
“You! Are you trying to make this worse?”
“Relax, Danny.”
“Relax? Seriously? You want me to relax? I just found out that my partner is gay. Excuse me for being a little stunned over that fact. It's not like you ever mentioned anything about that before.”
I know, I did sound like an absolute ass but the words just came out and I had no way of stopping myself. Not that it was bothering Steve, who laughed lightly.
“You think this is funny?” I inquired now furiously.
“A little.”
In a way the phone call saved his life because I was about to draw my weapon and shoot him right then and there.
“We got a case,” he said when he was done and gave me a questioning glance. “Can you handle it?”
Of course I could handle it. The question alone infuriated me further as we walked to the car. My car, which he would drive because he always wants to drive because he is Steve McGarrett. Simple as that. I wasn't done, though. I tried keeping it inside but five minutes on the road and it became impossible to restrain myself.
“How can you be so at ease with this?”
He shrugged, “It's no big deal. It's a little weird that you found out this way and I think I might owe Bradley an apology, but it's no reason to feel uneasy.”
“But you're gay!”
“So, are you, Danno.”
BAM! It hit me like an avalanche and I suppressed the urge to open up the door of the driving car and jump out. How the fuck did he know and I didn't? What did I do that he recognized my sexual orientation? I hadn't had sex with a man since I came to this island and I never made a comment in that regard. Well, aside from the Estrada one, but other than that?
“How?”
“You give up a vibe.”
“I do…” I protested wildly, “not give up a vibe! What the hell does that even mean? What's a vibe? I don't have vibes.”
“Fine, it's your hair, then.”
“I…” I opposed, impotently defending, “My hair is not gay!”
Steve laughed out loudly, which was intoxicating and despite all my anger, I could feel the hilarity of the situation, “Do you know how ridiculous you sound?”
“That's because this entire situation is ridiculous. Why did you never say a word? And why are you so calm? Isn't being gay forbidden and punishable by death in the Navy?”
“Dude, the Village People have a song about the Navy,” he replied, still laughing but then gathered himself and toned his voice down. “It's not something you advertise. I'm sure you know what I mean by that. You just keep it private.”
“A secret.”
“Exactly.”
“But why did you keep it a secret from me?” I finally managed to ask. I understood what he was saying in regards to his career because I was doing the same thing. However, I still felt hurt that he never trusted in me as a friend.
“You kept your secret and I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“But I'm always uncomfortable. This could have made me comfortable. Have you ever thought about that?”
“You think if I came out to you, it would have made you comfortable?”
“Yes,” I said far too hastily, “because it's a question of trust.”
“We work together every day, Danny. I figured the last thing we need is sexual tension between us.”
Give me a break. Everything McGarrett said made me more angry. I thought he was overly arrogant and I still had not come to terms with the fact that he knew about me before I knew about him. It grated on my ego. Therefore my voice grew a lot louder than intended when I replied.
“Sexual tension?”
“Yes. Sexual tension. Don't you think there would be tension?”
I really hated the way he asked that question.
“Oh, please don't flatter yourself, Sailor. Just because we both share a preference doesn't mean I want you.”
“But you do.”
He was right. God, he was right but he wasn't supposed to know that. He certainly wasn't supposed to rub this in my face in that really annoying arrogant McGarrett way..
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I'm just observant. You always look at me with those hungry eyes.”
“Hungry eyes? A Dirty Dancing reference? Really, Steve? Don't you think it's a little too cliché?”
“Do you want me or not?” he asked and I felt cornered.
“No. Yes. Fuck you!” Not exactly a great answer, right? But what was I supposed to say? Evidently, he had me figured out all this time and a lie wouldn't help me out of this situation. The absolute truth though would only make this worse.
When he turned his head to look at me briefly, I saw him licking his lips. It was such a strange moment. For the first time we were facing each other without masks. I knew what he meant by fearing this might mess things up because I hadn't even thought about asking about the case. I had already lost concentration.
“Tell you what,” he suddenly said casually while looking at the street again, “when this case is over, why don't you come by my place and we'll see what happens.”
I suspected this to be a very bad idea but nodded and grunted, “Okay. Good. We'll see what happens.”
What happens when two adult homosexual guys meet? I tell you what happens; a lot of r-rated entertainment. At least that's what usually happens but Steve McGarrett is quite different from your usual hunk at a gay bar. Or, in my case, Steve is very different to the cops I had my adventures with. See, in New Jersey, well it's probably not a general Jersey thing, but back home everything was much easier. You met someone and you notice something that makes you risk a move and 9 out of 10 times your fucking radar was right. Dinner, well pizza to be honest, because I'm not a fancy guy, and a few beers and then sex. Very simple, very casual, mostly satisfying. No need to stay for breakfast and definitely no need to do it twice with the same guy.
I know that this might make me sound like a male slut but let me assure you that I'm not. I had sex with about nine guys in my life. Honestly, maybe 10 if you'd count that boy in high school, though you can't really call that sex at all. I thought I was pretty well adept with that number, though. After all I was keeping it a secret and was married to a woman whom I really loved. Granted, not enough to become straight, but still wholeheartedly. I thought we would work but eventually the urge catches up with you and there will come a moment where you can no longer suppress it. It still pains me that our marriage didn't work but that's another story.
Anyway, so, let's go with 10 guys to round it up and I always thought it to be enough. I never felt the urge to increase that number just for the number's sake. Maybe, I'm a weird gay guy because, although sex is terrific, I'm not a hunter. I'm perfectly fine with lame internet porn and masturbation. Less stressful.
It dawned on me when I accepted that invite that I might have gone over my head. Not to mention that I recently saw him heavily making out with a guy and that image was still lingering very prominently in my mind. I was able to push the thoughts about the upcoming date out of mind during the work on the case but guess what? It was an easy case for a change. The husband actually did kill his wife this time and it was easy to gather the evidence to prove it.
Unlike our usual cases we were all done by the evening. Chin was happy to spend quality time with the wife, Kono was looking forward to a party and Lori planned on going to the movies. Leaving only Steve and me. I was secretly hoping Rachel would call or another murder would occur but unfortunately none of that happened and I had no choice, really. I couldn't back out.
I bought me some time by saying I need to get changed but even that didn't take long. My whole mind was split in two. One part was overly excited and looked forward to it, while the other part was petrified. For the first time in my life I was wondering if my date had certain likings. Was he a top or a bottom? What was I? Pretty casually versatile actually and it made me feel lame.
Still, I drove over there with my thoughts and doubts and the number 10 waving like a Damocles sword over my head. I told myself that Steve might be even less experienced. I mean, where would he have time to fuck, right? Turns out, that in the Navy you make time for that and according to Steve, frighteningly often. I'm not judging but it really makes you wonder if it's the uniforms.
He let me in with a smile, wearing his comfy SEAL shirt and short cargo pants (imagine that) and greeted me with the words, “I wasn't sure if you'd come.”
“Why?”
“Thought you might chicken out.”
Asshole, I thought but nonetheless grinned, “You think I'm afraid of you?”
“I hope not,” he simply stated and handed me a beer.
None of it was done in an extra special way. IT was casual. Just as we’d done a hundred times before. Two friends drinking beer. Only, and it pains me to admit that, Steve had been right in the car, the sexual tension was lingering in the atmosphere and caused me physical difficulties. It was hard to breathe calmly. I always checked him out but now I seemed unable to take my eyes away from the muscles bending under his shirt.
“This is weird,” I finally confessed and he nodded in agreement.
“Yes. Very weird.”
“Never had a date like that.”
“You think this is a date?”
”What the hell do you think this is?”
He made a face and shrugged, “I wish I'd known because I would have done something more... date appropriate.”
And just like that he infuriated me yet again. I felt my checks blushing because evidently I had different expectations. He didn't view this as a date but if he didn't then what? A booty call? Or just a healthy discussion about our sexual orientation?
“Oh, god, this was a bad idea.”
“Why?”
“Because we don't fit. Because you already annoy me and I'm here for like, five seconds!”
“I annoy you? Why? What did I do wrong?” He was looking sincerely surprised, which made me even more angry. How can someone with so much training be so oblivious?
“It's your arrogance. I mean, fine, I didn't know you were gay but you evidently figured it about me because you are observant. That doesn't give you the right to be this cocky. You invited me to your house after our discussion about who wants who and then you are surprised that a normal human being sees this as a possible date. Come one, Steve, even you must see the contradiction in that!”
McGarrett hesitated for a brief moment, looking somewhat stupid, before he gave me a defensive glance and said, “I'm sorry, Danny. But I don't do dates.”
“What do you mean?”
Finally, it was his turn to blush with embarrassment and it felt good to see him like that.
“I fuck soldiers,” he suddenly said and that confused, I think, the both of us, but then he elaborated.
“I don't date. I meet guys and we have sex. Most of the time that happened when I was in training or deployed somewhere. We keep it private. It's sorta like a code. If you don't talk about it, it didn't happen. There was never any dating involved.”
You'd think, great, McGarrett is no different from me, but you'd be damn wrong because sex in the Navy, as I figured out that night, does happen rather frequently. We are talking about fast sex in a bunk bed, or a quick hand-job in the shower. Apparently, not as uncommon as I would have guessed. In a three minute Navy Shower, masturbation is possible, according to Steve, though I think he kinda exaggerated there a little.
My problem was, the more he was talking about that stuff the more horny I was getting. At some point every word was making my dick react to it. A part of me even wished to be on a fucking aircraft carrier in a shower, full of Sailors. McGarrett was explaining his sex life and it sounded like the kind of porn I wanted to star in.
“Okay, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Your confession. I don't want to hear about Soldier porn,” I added, “What are we going to do about our situation here?”
It was a dumb, yet brilliant question and neither of us had an answer just yet.
“We can go upstairs,” he suggested with a very intense stare.
“And then get undressed and see what happens?” I wondered and shook my head. He really had absolutely no seduction skills. He wanted this to happen, which was evident in his face but he didn't know how to seduce someone. It didn't bother me to be honest. I actually found it somewhat adorable, that this tough guy didn't know the first thing about sensuality.
“Yes,” he croaked and smiled. What a goddamn smile that was. Made my knees shake.
“So, from all you've been saying, you want me to go upstairs with you and then what? I bend over and you fuck me for three minutes?”
“Don't get so caught up on the three minutes.”
“There's a problem, though, babe. I'm not some horny sailor who dies to be Navy-SEAL-fucked. If you want me to bend over, you have to work for it. Now, if you can't do that, I suggest we go outside and sit on the beach, talking about the good old times.”
It was a risky move and trust me, my entire body was revolting against this cockiness because I definitely wanted him, but he was not just some guy but Steve McGarrett and I couldn't let him have me, without any effort. In addition, I enjoyed making him uncomfortable by taking away his well-known routine.
Say, what you will about him though, he understood the message. He was still unable to put on some seductive moves but he dropped on his knees before me. I swallowed hard because he looked perfectly exquisite in that position. Then he lowered his eyes and lifted his hands to work on my belt.
He pulled down my jeans and gave the boxers an amused look.
“Flowers, Danny?”
I took a step back, “Is this how you want to earn my ass? Because if it is…” I ranted and pretended to pull my pants up.
“No, no, no,” he protested, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. Then he pushed down the boxers as well, looking at my cock that sprung free, throbbing, leaking.
I'm not going to lie here, but what happened next can only be described as the most astonishing blow-job I have ever received. His eager tongue flicked over the tip softly, before he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck. I don't know if he learned that in the Navy but by god, if he did, God bless America. He fellated my cock fervently, barely taking breaks to breathe. His hands were on my hips, teasing them to thrust forward a lot harder than anyone had ever allowed me to do.
I felt my balls swelling up fucking his face and he never struggled but took it all in. He didn't gag, but sucked hungrily while I clawed my hands in his hair. I felt like screaming but all that came out were lascivious pants of joy. I could not hold back a loud moan when I climaxed and he swallowed greedily everything I had to offer. I reeled with the sensations and could barely catch my breath when he stood up and wiped his mouth.
“Good enough?”
It took me a moment to answer.
“Shit, yeah.”
“Then I guess it's my turn.”
With that he kissed me. I tasted the residue of my spunk in his mouth while his arms wrapped around me. I exhaled in his throat and felt my cock getting hard again just from that kiss. What a kiss. A blow-job first and then kissing was quite new to me but both felt incredibly good. I could only imagine of what else he was capable of.
When he let go of me I was trembling. He gazed at me breathlessly, “Upstairs?”
What was I supposed to do? I'd lost the ability to resist and simply nodded, following him to the bedroom. He undressed himself, while I was still mesmerized over what had just happened. His cock was a gorgeous piece of manhood. It was cut, appropriately thick and impressive in length. Absentmindedly he touched himself, which sent shudders down my back.
In the bedroom, Steve Mcgarrett was once again in control. He was the king and I'm a slave but definitely a willing one. I've lost the ability to protest and or to make witty replies. All I wanted was to be fucked. Sometimes things can be that easy. He was taking charge and I was kissed even more passionately than downstairs. I was touched in places that made me go wild. In return, I couldn't keep my hands under control, almost desperately trying to touch every inch of his skin.
At some point he turned me around, shoved my thighs open with his knee. I was completely exposed and let out some yelps when I felt him feeling me up. He was sort of sensual but also eager and arousingly agitated. He was a bit animal like and didn't waste time to play around. I felt something cold and liquid and knew he was lubing me up. Gotta say, I was grateful, because in all my lust I had forgotten to talk about such terms.
He also used protection, which I only noticed hearing the familiar sounds of a condom pack being ripped open. And then he fucked me. I was never the biggest fan of anal sex because most of the times the guys who fucked me, or rather attempted to fuck me, were amateurs and didn't know the first thing of how to properly fuck someone.. Steve, however, knew how to do this properly. He took time to enter me. He was cautious but firm and at some point pushed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in my ass. Then he haltered in the position. The pause, gave me time to adjust and began to move. Slowly at first up until he knew that I was ready to take the full force. He fucked me in a way that made me actually scream out with lust. I was sliced open but it felt so incredibly magnificent that it made me cum without even touching my dick.
That never happened before.
It didn't take Steve only three minutes to reach his climax. Instead he took his time while keeping me balanced, enjoyed himself, lifted my hips up at some point and kept fucking me in a steady rhythm. Not too slow, not too fast just right. I was unprepared when he pulled out suddenly and with an impossible move he had me turned onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulder and plunged back in, so hard that it made me scream again.
His hand was stimulating my now almost aching dick, while he continued fucking me like a mad rabbit and I can taste sweat when he leans down to kiss me. I came again.
My cock felt on fire. I was gasping erratically but tried to keep my eyes open because I didn't want to miss watching him come. His eyes fluttered closed, his lips opened and his muscles bending while he thrusts hard in to me and comes inside. His eyes shut, while he opens his lips, releasing a moan. His orgasm lasted for a long moment before he collapsed in to my arms, breathing erratically, clinging to me like someone who is drowning. When he finally calmed down he kissed me over and over again. I hadn't expected that. I was overwhelmed with post-orgasmic shuddering and emotions I couldn't define. I was holding a heavy trembling Navy SEAL in my arms and almost felt like crying fwith joy.
When he rolled away from me I almost cried out for him stay but restrained myself to avoid sounding like a teenage girl or a badly written erotic novel character. Instead, I took in a deep breath and looked at him. “That was something.”
“Something? That was something?” His breathing had simmered down and the arrogance was back, of course.
“Well, yeah, it was okay,” I had a smile on my face. No need to let him know how absolutely glorious it had been for me, right?
“Okay? Danny, you screamed!”
“Of course, I screamed. I had your dick in my ass. Kinda of a screaming moment.” I teased him with a broad grin, “But I'm a general screamer in that matter.”
I'm not. Actually, I'm usually very quiet but he doesn't need to know that, does he?
“So, what does that mean? You didn't like it?”
“No, that's not what I said. I said it was okay. I like okay.”
Before I can add more nonsense he was on top of me, face to face, croaking, “We'll do this until okay becomes outstanding!”
That's the funny thing when you have sex with Navy Seal. See, they get told in BUDS training things like 'It pays to be a winner,' and are raised to be overly competitive. To me, that means I can get a lot more out of this than I originally thought.
From that day on, McGarrett threw himself in to his mission. He even adorably, calls it the 'Satisfy Danno Mission' and I certainly can't complain about that. It's somewhat amusing that he doesn't even realize that I'm playing with him and you know, I think it's because he likes it. He likes having to work for a goal. We are more than random by now. It's strange and it still scares me but it's definitely not random.
I'm his secret now.