Steve/Danny, close quarters 1/2 or 3tiptoe39May 13 2011, 02:45:41 UTC
The goons are searching the house, which puts Steve and Danny in the closet, looking out warily through the slats.
Steve had heard them coming first. He'd slammed his hand onto Danny's mouth and pulled them both into the closet. His gun's out, and his palm is still sealed over Danny's mouth, where it remains until the idiot goons (who are too dumb to search a closet) leave the room and go on to search the next one.
Danny grabs Steve's hand and pries it down off his mouth. "Do me a favor," he whispers. "Don't put your hand on my mouth like i'm some kind of damsel in distress. Do I look like the kind of guy who's gonna make noise? huh? Do I?"
Steve rolls his eyes.
"What? What is that for?"
"Wish I'd kept my hand on your mouth."
Danny starts angrily. "You jerk."
"Only way I can think of to shut you up."
"You could always kiss me." Big, taunting grin.
Steve swallows hard. "Don't say things like that."
And Danny shifts uncomfortably, because fact is, his hips are sort of flush against Steve's right now, and maybe that's another gun at his belt but then again maybe there's a reason Steve's eyes are suddenly wide and round, and he's staring at Danny's face -- his mouth -- like it's dinner.
"You want to kiss me." Danny's grin widens.
"Shut up. I don't."
"You do. Oh, my God, we're in a romantic comedy. Stuck in the freaking closet and you've got a hard-on for me."
Steve pulls his hips back, nearly arching his whole body backward in an effort to deny the evidence.
"Don't try to deny it, Stephen, this is clearly a whole new step in our relationship." Danny's holding in a gutful of laughter with a single tooth biting into his lower lip.
Steve stares at him, stewing, and Danny just finds it funnier. Obviously this is bullshit, obviously Steve's just thinking about some beach bunny he picked up, and the truth is Danny's pretty much joking to fight down the feeling that if it were him, and it were serious, there might actually be-- but no, no, if he's gonna lie to himself he's gonna do it all the way, so he laughs harder. Cause no way is Steve serious.
Except for Steve is serious.
Because Steve is kissing him.
Full on all-out kissing him, Steve's mouth sealed over his, teeth grazing against his lips for god's sake, and Danny makes a noise and grabs Steve by the small of the back and hauls him in again so he can feel that hard-on he'd laughed about a minute ago. Holy shit yes there it is, and Danny sucks in a breath through his nose and groans.
Now Steve pulls back, and Danny thinks shit, he wasn't serious, Steve was just doing it to call his bluff. Fuck. He'd better explain, come up with something, but now Steve's looking out through the slats again, and concentrating on something that definitely isn't Danny.
A minute later, he breathes, "I think they've left."
And in one movement, he's holstered his gun and grabbed Danny by the hips.
Some kind of noise tries to escape Danny's mouth, a shout or a gasp, but Steve won't let him, Steve's mouth is on his again, greedy tongue running over his lips. Danny's pushed against the closet door. It rattles, and he's rattled too, but Steve's whispering soft touches of fingertips down his arm and it's simultaneously raising goosebumps on his skin and soothing him.
"Steve." Danny wrenches his face away. "Steve. Why are you--"
"Shh." Steve lifts one thumb, presses it against Danny's lower lips. His eyes are solid and serious. "Just let me."
Re: Steve/Danny, close quarters 2/2tiptoe39May 13 2011, 02:46:01 UTC
A whimper escapes Danny despite his best efforts.The slats are biting into his back, but now Steve is running reverent hands down his thighs, clasping him tight, bringing them into hip-to-hip alignment again. "Jesus," Steve whispers when Danny's cock, tenting his oh-so-respectable khaki pants, pokes hard into the crotch of Steve's jeans. Danny grunts, and the grunt opens to a moan and a whispered swear when Steve angles his hips up, rubs his cock against Danny's, two or more layers of clothing not doing a damn thing to help with the friction and heat.
Steve's mouth is skimming over Danny's jaw, nipping into his neck, and Danny's heart is up in his throat somewhere, and with all that going on in that general area it's hard to force words out as well. But he has to, he tries, "Steve, are you-- hey, hey oh God Steve--"
"Wanted this," Steve murmurs, still not letting up his pace, still rocking their bodies together in a hot fever rhythm, "Jesus, Danny, wanted this so bad."
"You-- you did?" Danny's really just wondering When his hand ended up in Steve's hair. And why he's gripping tight and pulling Steve in to demand more kisses. And why in the hell this all feels so damn familiar, like they've done it a million times.
And why in the hell they're still in the closet. But that's just a detail.
Steve's mouth claims his again and Danny gives up the fight, just lets himself flow right into it. Tongue sliding along Steve's, groin rocking up and now rubbing, now gyrating, getting more and more out of the crazy hypnotizing contact, moaning soft into Steve's mouth and letting his fingertips tug against Steve's shirt, his collar, neck, face. And with each touch Steve groans, and his lips tremble, and Danny feels maybe like he wins at life because nobody makes Steve McGarrett groan or tremble but Danny's doing it, now, here.
When Danny's fingernails rake against the back of Steve's neck, Steve gives a low, broken groan, and it's that sound more than anything that starts the rush of release moving up it seems all the way from Danny's toes. He grinds into Steve uncontrollably, unable to even tell where he's moving from or to. Steve's panting in his ear, both hands plastered to Danny's ass, pulling him in, keeping the rhythm steady even as it ratchets up to fever speeds.
All at once heat is exploding through Danny's body, he's throwing his head back, crying out, and Steve's doing the same, high broken cries next to him, and their bodies god their bodies just never stop moving, closer and faster and more urgent until the moment of sweet light hits and turns them both to bright heat.
Danny seizes up, goes stiff all over. Steve's hips just pump all the harder. But they both cry out, and then their eyes meet, and they stifle their shouts with a kiss that's so hot and luscious and wet and full of stroking tongue that Danny feels like he's going to just go off again, like a fucking semiautomatic.
They kiss through the crest of it and as it winds down, as the fire in their blood ebbs and they're stuck, clinging, together, in a tiny closet, hopefully having not been loud enough to cause the Mafia guys to take a second look.
"You," Danny says, shaking his head, as they disentangle. "You were serious."
"I didn't say anything," Steve's starting to smile now, that lopsided thing he does when the laugh's just about to break free. "You brought it up."
"Is that an innuendo?" Danny wrinkles his nose. "There's a double meaning there, isn't there?"
Steve shrugs. He holds the innocent smile for another second before losing it, stuffing his mouth with his fist to keep from laughing too loud.
"We're really gonna do this, then?" Danny's still a little breathless, and his lips are wet with Steve's kisses, but he has to ask. "We're just gonna go from partners and buddies to-- whatever it is we're going to go to?"
Steve pinches his rear and pushes open the closet door behind him.
Danny stumbles backward. "Of course we are," he mumbles to himself. "You owe me a pair of pants, you know," he adds a minute later, but Steve's already headed out the door to the car. Danny swears and hustles out to follow him.
Re: Steve/Danny, close quarters 2/2sycophantasticMay 19 2011, 00:12:49 UTC
I'm so sorry I haven't commented yet. Long story short, my phone hates LJ as it is, & LJ has been shit lately, & I haven't had prolonged access to a computer 'til now, so... yep, I'm sorry. *cowers*
TRUST ME, my lack of response wasn't due to lack of interest. Because this is... hnnnnggg... it's very very nice. Ooooh Danny. The shut-up-kiss was practically created for you, bb. And Steve, all "WHAT, NO, I DON'T WANT TO KISS Y- I ATTACK YOUR FACE." Oooh god yes. And then just ... all of it ... I'm just sorry I can't come up with a better reaction than *jaw hanging open, eyes glazing over, head nodding slowly in approval*
And then "You brought it up." "There's a double meaning there, isn't there?" OH MY GOD. LAUGHTER PROBABLY STARTLED THE NEIGHBORS.
Thank yooooooou. And... of course... if you ever want to write about the crazy tension between them at the office for the rest of the day, & then trying to stay calm as they both drive to Steve's house, & then mauling each other the second they get past his front door... I would most certainly read it. Just sayin'. ;)
Re: Steve/Danny, close quarters 2/2tiptoe39May 19 2011, 00:21:23 UTC
No worries at all, I always know you're there and appreciative! I'm afraid I'm somewhat time-barred from a potential sequel, but... you could always pick up the torch :D
Steve had heard them coming first. He'd slammed his hand onto Danny's mouth and pulled them both into the closet. His gun's out, and his palm is still sealed over Danny's mouth, where it remains until the idiot goons (who are too dumb to search a closet) leave the room and go on to search the next one.
Danny grabs Steve's hand and pries it down off his mouth. "Do me a favor," he whispers. "Don't put your hand on my mouth like i'm some kind of damsel in distress. Do I look like the kind of guy who's gonna make noise? huh? Do I?"
Steve rolls his eyes.
"What? What is that for?"
"Wish I'd kept my hand on your mouth."
Danny starts angrily. "You jerk."
"Only way I can think of to shut you up."
"You could always kiss me." Big, taunting grin.
Steve swallows hard. "Don't say things like that."
And Danny shifts uncomfortably, because fact is, his hips are sort of flush against Steve's right now, and maybe that's another gun at his belt but then again maybe there's a reason Steve's eyes are suddenly wide and round, and he's staring at Danny's face -- his mouth -- like it's dinner.
"You want to kiss me." Danny's grin widens.
"Shut up. I don't."
"You do. Oh, my God, we're in a romantic comedy. Stuck in the freaking closet and you've got a hard-on for me."
Steve pulls his hips back, nearly arching his whole body backward in an effort to deny the evidence.
"Don't try to deny it, Stephen, this is clearly a whole new step in our relationship." Danny's holding in a gutful of laughter with a single tooth biting into his lower lip.
Steve stares at him, stewing, and Danny just finds it funnier. Obviously this is bullshit, obviously Steve's just thinking about some beach bunny he picked up, and the truth is Danny's pretty much joking to fight down the feeling that if it were him, and it were serious, there might actually be-- but no, no, if he's gonna lie to himself he's gonna do it all the way, so he laughs harder. Cause no way is Steve serious.
Except for Steve is serious.
Because Steve is kissing him.
Full on all-out kissing him, Steve's mouth sealed over his, teeth grazing against his lips for god's sake, and Danny makes a noise and grabs Steve by the small of the back and hauls him in again so he can feel that hard-on he'd laughed about a minute ago. Holy shit yes there it is, and Danny sucks in a breath through his nose and groans.
Now Steve pulls back, and Danny thinks shit, he wasn't serious, Steve was just doing it to call his bluff. Fuck. He'd better explain, come up with something, but now Steve's looking out through the slats again, and concentrating on something that definitely isn't Danny.
A minute later, he breathes, "I think they've left."
And in one movement, he's holstered his gun and grabbed Danny by the hips.
Some kind of noise tries to escape Danny's mouth, a shout or a gasp, but Steve won't let him, Steve's mouth is on his again, greedy tongue running over his lips. Danny's pushed against the closet door. It rattles, and he's rattled too, but Steve's whispering soft touches of fingertips down his arm and it's simultaneously raising goosebumps on his skin and soothing him.
"Steve." Danny wrenches his face away. "Steve. Why are you--"
"Shh." Steve lifts one thumb, presses it against Danny's lower lips. His eyes are solid and serious. "Just let me."
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Steve's mouth is skimming over Danny's jaw, nipping into his neck, and Danny's heart is up in his throat somewhere, and with all that going on in that general area it's hard to force words out as well. But he has to, he tries, "Steve, are you-- hey, hey oh God Steve--"
"Wanted this," Steve murmurs, still not letting up his pace, still rocking their bodies together in a hot fever rhythm, "Jesus, Danny, wanted this so bad."
"You-- you did?" Danny's really just wondering When his hand ended up in Steve's hair. And why he's gripping tight and pulling Steve in to demand more kisses. And why in the hell this all feels so damn familiar, like they've done it a million times.
And why in the hell they're still in the closet. But that's just a detail.
Steve's mouth claims his again and Danny gives up the fight, just lets himself flow right into it. Tongue sliding along Steve's, groin rocking up and now rubbing, now gyrating, getting more and more out of the crazy hypnotizing contact, moaning soft into Steve's mouth and letting his fingertips tug against Steve's shirt, his collar, neck, face. And with each touch Steve groans, and his lips tremble, and Danny feels maybe like he wins at life because nobody makes Steve McGarrett groan or tremble but Danny's doing it, now, here.
When Danny's fingernails rake against the back of Steve's neck, Steve gives a low, broken groan, and it's that sound more than anything that starts the rush of release moving up it seems all the way from Danny's toes. He grinds into Steve uncontrollably, unable to even tell where he's moving from or to. Steve's panting in his ear, both hands plastered to Danny's ass, pulling him in, keeping the rhythm steady even as it ratchets up to fever speeds.
All at once heat is exploding through Danny's body, he's throwing his head back, crying out, and Steve's doing the same, high broken cries next to him, and their bodies god their bodies just never stop moving, closer and faster and more urgent until the moment of sweet light hits and turns them both to bright heat.
Danny seizes up, goes stiff all over. Steve's hips just pump all the harder. But they both cry out, and then their eyes meet, and they stifle their shouts with a kiss that's so hot and luscious and wet and full of stroking tongue that Danny feels like he's going to just go off again, like a fucking semiautomatic.
They kiss through the crest of it and as it winds down, as the fire in their blood ebbs and they're stuck, clinging, together, in a tiny closet, hopefully having not been loud enough to cause the Mafia guys to take a second look.
"You," Danny says, shaking his head, as they disentangle. "You were serious."
"I didn't say anything," Steve's starting to smile now, that lopsided thing he does when the laugh's just about to break free. "You brought it up."
"Is that an innuendo?" Danny wrinkles his nose. "There's a double meaning there, isn't there?"
Steve shrugs. He holds the innocent smile for another second before losing it, stuffing his mouth with his fist to keep from laughing too loud.
"We're really gonna do this, then?" Danny's still a little breathless, and his lips are wet with Steve's kisses, but he has to ask. "We're just gonna go from partners and buddies to-- whatever it is we're going to go to?"
Steve pinches his rear and pushes open the closet door behind him.
Danny stumbles backward. "Of course we are," he mumbles to himself. "You owe me a pair of pants, you know," he adds a minute later, but Steve's already headed out the door to the car. Danny swears and hustles out to follow him.
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TRUST ME, my lack of response wasn't due to lack of interest. Because this is... hnnnnggg... it's very very nice. Ooooh Danny. The shut-up-kiss was practically created for you, bb. And Steve, all "WHAT, NO, I DON'T WANT TO KISS Y- I ATTACK YOUR FACE." Oooh god yes. And then just ... all of it ... I'm just sorry I can't come up with a better reaction than *jaw hanging open, eyes glazing over, head nodding slowly in approval*
And then "You brought it up." "There's a double meaning there, isn't there?" OH MY GOD. LAUGHTER PROBABLY STARTLED THE NEIGHBORS.
Thank yooooooou. And... of course... if you ever want to write about the crazy tension between them at the office for the rest of the day, & then trying to stay calm as they both drive to Steve's house, & then mauling each other the second they get past his front door... I would most certainly read it. Just sayin'. ;)
Again, thank you. ♥♥♥♥♥
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Love you hon, forever and ever!!!! :D
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