H50/Lost crossover: Masquerade, Part 9/10
Title: Masquerade, Part Nine of Ten
Pairing/Characters this chapter: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, James 'Sawyer' Ford; Steve/Sawyer
Genre: 'Hawaii 5-0' case-fic, crossover, 'Lost' AU
Word Count this chapter: 1767
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Warnings/Spoilers: Not for either show
Disclaimer: I don't own H50, Lost, or any of the characters from either show. I claim the OCs mentioned, though they are minor characters. I make no money from my wild imaginings.
Beta: Once again, siluria was on deck to point out the plot holes and help make things flow when I was unsure. I take responsibility for any remaining issues.
Summary: When a porn star is found dead in his car near the set of his latest film, Danny finds out that Steve has connections he never would have imagined. In this part, Danny watches one of Ford's old movies and sees something that makes him react in a way he doesn't expect.
Author’s Notes: This is a straight-forward case fic for H50 (with a side of slash thrown in, naturally), and an AU for Lost - you don't have to know anything about the show to appreciate the characters that I have borrowed to use in this fic. Suffice to say that James 'Sawyer' Ford was a con-man in Lost (sexy and irresistibly charming) and Jack Sheppard was a slightly uptight medical doctor (hot to look at and never far from tears as any Lost fan will tell you!). This is my first H50/Lost crossover…
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
Danny had almost forgotten about the porn movie until he got home and went to pick up the DVDs from the seat where he'd dumped them upon leaving Steve's. Opening the glove compartment, he pulled the DVD out and took it with him.
Once inside his front door, he studied the masked men on the back cover once more. There was one guy at the back who had Steve's sort of build, but he was behind a couple of the others and it was impossible to tell how much of role he played in the film.
In all honesty, Danny didn't feel tired, despite the late hour, and he figured he may as well get comfortable and see what Ford's porn did for him. Stripping off and loading the DVD into his player, he settled into his bed and turned on the TV screen, not in the least surprised at the porn music that immediately started playing.
The first few scenes before the masked ball that was the main 'attraction' of the film were fairly tame and pedestrian, although the voluptuous brunette that Ford got it on with in one scene had Danny feeling horny enough to reach for something to clean up with should he need it.
The image changed to a group of three guys - clearly college students from the bad dialogue going on - already masked and half-naked; two of them lying on a bed smoking what was clearly supposed to be dope, and the third standing with his back to the camera in a closet doorway, like he was searching for trousers to go with the tight t-shirt and jock strap that were all he was wearing aside from the mask covering most of his head. Danny couldn't help admiring the tight ass-cheeks; much as he didn't routinely do so, he had been known to admire guys' bodies now and then.
There was a knock on the door of the room in the film and the two boys on the bed jumped up, opening a window and making to disperse the heavy smoke hanging in the room. The guy at the closet nodded briefly in their direction and then opened the door.
Danny frowned, watching the way the guy moved, and then grinned as Ford appeared in the open door, no mask in sight.
"Hey boys, you look set for the ball," he told them, his eyes traveling up and down the half-dressed body of the youth in front of him.
"Uh, yeah…" one of the others said as he and his friend crowded towards the door, pushing the one in the doorway with his back to the camera out of view for a moment. "Catch you there later, huh? We gotta go find Maria and Kelsey."
"Don't hurry on my account," Ford told them, shutting the door behind them and moving closer to the first guy, who was leaning back against the wall beside the door and eyeing Ford through the holes in his mask with dark and hungry-looking eyes. It was impossible to see what he looked like properly, although there was something about the curve of his lip below the mask that seemed familiar…
As Ford neared the guy, the camera angle changed and there was a close-up of Ford's hand stroking up one of his arms. Danny's mouth dropped open at the sight of a tattoo he recognized all too well. He was frozen to the spot as the angle changed again and Ford's lips met the other man's, his tongue worming its way inside. Steve's reaction - and Danny had absolutely no doubt that it was Steve - was unmistakably one of more than just acceptance. He was eagerly responding to the kiss, and pushing at Ford's clothing like he wanted him naked.
Danny's cock throbbed; he couldn't believe what he was seeing and yet… yet he'd had an inkling that something like this must have happened; he just hadn't wanted to believe it.
He gulped as Ford manhandled Steve - the man was a little taller than Steve and probably built even better than Steve at the time of the movie, going by what little Danny could see of Steve's body. He'd already seen Ford's in all its glory earlier in the film. Steve ended up on the bed on his stomach, his underwear off but the t-shirt and mask still in place as Ford sat down beside him.
Pressing down on his insistent erection, Danny felt vaguely guilty for witnessing this. He didn't find Ford's body off-putting, but his smirking expression as he rolled Steve over and wrapped a hand around Steve's very firm dick was arrogant enough to make him just a little uncomfortable, and also somewhat concerned about Steve's welfare. Steve's expression was hard to judge properly under the mask, but he was gulping out things like, 'please' and 'I can't' while Ford was murmuring 'you know you want it' and 'yes, you can', which didn't exactly mollify Danny's worry.
"Suck it for me," Ford said next, and stood up at the end of the bed.
Steve's tongue shot out from his mouth and licked his own lips as he shuffled closer and sat up, gazing up at Ford's face as the man began feeding him his cock.
A surge of lust shot through Danny and he let out an involuntary groan as Steve's mouth began work on the flesh inside it in earnest. It looked odd with the mask covering the upper half of Steve's face, but also very hot somehow.
Christ!
Danny's throat felt dry and heat started to build up in his chest and neck, working its way higher as he began to stroke his own very rigid dick. He knew he shouldn't be doing this; should not find this so much of a turn-on, considering who was doing what to whom and how Danny had tried so damned hard not to think of them doing something like this in the whole time since he'd met Ford.
After a few minutes of the bad porn music and sound effects accompanying the sight of Steve giving what appeared to be very satisfactory head to Ford, the scene changed again. Ford pushed Steve off, panting like he was close to the edge, and growled "Turn over, kid."
Steve pulled away from the edge of the bed, nodding, and flipped. His dick was as hard as Ford's still was, and Danny gulped as it disappeared under him and Ford lowered himself onto the bed once more.
As so often happens in porn, the condom was suddenly on Ford's cock and he was sliding the sizeable organ into Steve's nicely presented asshole before Danny was able to blink. He squeezed his own cock, delaying orgasm as he watched Steve push back against every thrust with apparent pleasure.
Another change a few minutes later had Steve on his back this time and Ford pushing the t-shirt Steve still wore up his perfect abdomen as he re-entered Steve's body and began sliding in and out. Steve curled towards him, his own hand wrapping around his impressive erection as Ford leaned down to bring their lips together again.
Danny felt a twinge of anger as he watched, though his own orgasm was still building. The kiss ended and Ford groaned, pounding into Steve harder as Steve writhed under him, his hand moving faster and faster until the inevitable happened. Danny blinked sweat out of his eyes, watching the white creaminess pumping out of Steve's cock and all over his spasming stomach.
Ford slowed down again, whispering, "Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby; so good," in typical porn style.
Danny was too far gone to care any more; Steve's orgasm had short-circuited his brain and he let out a low moan as his own climax overtook him. As Danny reached for the cloth he'd placed on the night-stand and collapsed back against the pillow behind him, Ford drew out of Steve. With the magic of porn, the condom disappeared and Ford began milking his own come all over Steve's belly, his free hand holding him off Steve's body as he grinned down at him. Steve was smiling as he gulped in air and it was impossible to believe that it had been anything but enjoyable for him. His mask had very conveniently stayed in place throughout.
Pressing the pause button for a moment, Danny drew in a deep breath, wiping at his body and shaking his head at how incredibly arousing the whole thing had been for him. He wouldn't have believed it was possible if he hadn't got the proof of it wrapped up in the damp cloth he now held.
Licking his lip, Danny pressed play again and watched the scene to its conclusion. Steve pulled his underwear back on and Ford found the jeans he'd discarded when he'd stood up to allow Steve to suck his cock, smirking sexily at Steve on the bed as he dressed. Then Steve stood up and the two men kissed briefly but sloppily before Ford left the room, whistling a jaunty little tune as he left.
His parting words to Steve's character were "See you later, Hot Stuff. Glad you're still coming to the ball, even if you already came for me."
It was stupid and way beyond corny, but Danny found himself fast forwarding the on-screen action in the hopes he'd see Steve again. He didn't want to admit it, but a part of him wanted to see Ford fuck him again. But that appeared to be Steve's only moment. The rest of the action was decidedly heterosexual, except for the obligatory lesbian scene that Danny normally would have found quite hot, but somehow tonight, it couldn't hold a candle to seeing Steve in orgasmic delight.
He flicked off the TV at the end, glancing at the clock before collecting the cloth he'd cleaned himself up with and heading for the shower. It was after midnight and suddenly Danny felt exhausted; the knowledge of what Steve had done with Ford all those years ago had hit him like a ton of bricks, as well as turning him on beyond all reason.
Closing his eyes in the shower, Danny was disturbed to realize he could picture the scene as easily as if he was still viewing it, and his dick was trying to go hard again at the image in his head.
"Quit that," he told it, scrubbing perfunctorily at the crustiness already forming on his body. He finished the shower in double-quick time and found himself yawning as he hit the bed at last.
~//~
Send Flowers
Pairing/Characters this chapter: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, James 'Sawyer' Ford; Steve/Sawyer
Genre: 'Hawaii 5-0' case-fic, crossover, 'Lost' AU
Word Count this chapter: 1767
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Warnings/Spoilers: Not for either show
Disclaimer: I don't own H50, Lost, or any of the characters from either show. I claim the OCs mentioned, though they are minor characters. I make no money from my wild imaginings.
Beta: Once again, siluria was on deck to point out the plot holes and help make things flow when I was unsure. I take responsibility for any remaining issues.
Summary: When a porn star is found dead in his car near the set of his latest film, Danny finds out that Steve has connections he never would have imagined. In this part, Danny watches one of Ford's old movies and sees something that makes him react in a way he doesn't expect.
Author’s Notes: This is a straight-forward case fic for H50 (with a side of slash thrown in, naturally), and an AU for Lost - you don't have to know anything about the show to appreciate the characters that I have borrowed to use in this fic. Suffice to say that James 'Sawyer' Ford was a con-man in Lost (sexy and irresistibly charming) and Jack Sheppard was a slightly uptight medical doctor (hot to look at and never far from tears as any Lost fan will tell you!). This is my first H50/Lost crossover…
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
Danny had almost forgotten about the porn movie until he got home and went to pick up the DVDs from the seat where he'd dumped them upon leaving Steve's. Opening the glove compartment, he pulled the DVD out and took it with him.
Once inside his front door, he studied the masked men on the back cover once more. There was one guy at the back who had Steve's sort of build, but he was behind a couple of the others and it was impossible to tell how much of role he played in the film.
In all honesty, Danny didn't feel tired, despite the late hour, and he figured he may as well get comfortable and see what Ford's porn did for him. Stripping off and loading the DVD into his player, he settled into his bed and turned on the TV screen, not in the least surprised at the porn music that immediately started playing.
The first few scenes before the masked ball that was the main 'attraction' of the film were fairly tame and pedestrian, although the voluptuous brunette that Ford got it on with in one scene had Danny feeling horny enough to reach for something to clean up with should he need it.
The image changed to a group of three guys - clearly college students from the bad dialogue going on - already masked and half-naked; two of them lying on a bed smoking what was clearly supposed to be dope, and the third standing with his back to the camera in a closet doorway, like he was searching for trousers to go with the tight t-shirt and jock strap that were all he was wearing aside from the mask covering most of his head. Danny couldn't help admiring the tight ass-cheeks; much as he didn't routinely do so, he had been known to admire guys' bodies now and then.
There was a knock on the door of the room in the film and the two boys on the bed jumped up, opening a window and making to disperse the heavy smoke hanging in the room. The guy at the closet nodded briefly in their direction and then opened the door.
Danny frowned, watching the way the guy moved, and then grinned as Ford appeared in the open door, no mask in sight.
"Hey boys, you look set for the ball," he told them, his eyes traveling up and down the half-dressed body of the youth in front of him.
"Uh, yeah…" one of the others said as he and his friend crowded towards the door, pushing the one in the doorway with his back to the camera out of view for a moment. "Catch you there later, huh? We gotta go find Maria and Kelsey."
"Don't hurry on my account," Ford told them, shutting the door behind them and moving closer to the first guy, who was leaning back against the wall beside the door and eyeing Ford through the holes in his mask with dark and hungry-looking eyes. It was impossible to see what he looked like properly, although there was something about the curve of his lip below the mask that seemed familiar…
As Ford neared the guy, the camera angle changed and there was a close-up of Ford's hand stroking up one of his arms. Danny's mouth dropped open at the sight of a tattoo he recognized all too well. He was frozen to the spot as the angle changed again and Ford's lips met the other man's, his tongue worming its way inside. Steve's reaction - and Danny had absolutely no doubt that it was Steve - was unmistakably one of more than just acceptance. He was eagerly responding to the kiss, and pushing at Ford's clothing like he wanted him naked.
Danny's cock throbbed; he couldn't believe what he was seeing and yet… yet he'd had an inkling that something like this must have happened; he just hadn't wanted to believe it.
He gulped as Ford manhandled Steve - the man was a little taller than Steve and probably built even better than Steve at the time of the movie, going by what little Danny could see of Steve's body. He'd already seen Ford's in all its glory earlier in the film. Steve ended up on the bed on his stomach, his underwear off but the t-shirt and mask still in place as Ford sat down beside him.
Pressing down on his insistent erection, Danny felt vaguely guilty for witnessing this. He didn't find Ford's body off-putting, but his smirking expression as he rolled Steve over and wrapped a hand around Steve's very firm dick was arrogant enough to make him just a little uncomfortable, and also somewhat concerned about Steve's welfare. Steve's expression was hard to judge properly under the mask, but he was gulping out things like, 'please' and 'I can't' while Ford was murmuring 'you know you want it' and 'yes, you can', which didn't exactly mollify Danny's worry.
"Suck it for me," Ford said next, and stood up at the end of the bed.
Steve's tongue shot out from his mouth and licked his own lips as he shuffled closer and sat up, gazing up at Ford's face as the man began feeding him his cock.
A surge of lust shot through Danny and he let out an involuntary groan as Steve's mouth began work on the flesh inside it in earnest. It looked odd with the mask covering the upper half of Steve's face, but also very hot somehow.
Christ!
Danny's throat felt dry and heat started to build up in his chest and neck, working its way higher as he began to stroke his own very rigid dick. He knew he shouldn't be doing this; should not find this so much of a turn-on, considering who was doing what to whom and how Danny had tried so damned hard not to think of them doing something like this in the whole time since he'd met Ford.
After a few minutes of the bad porn music and sound effects accompanying the sight of Steve giving what appeared to be very satisfactory head to Ford, the scene changed again. Ford pushed Steve off, panting like he was close to the edge, and growled "Turn over, kid."
Steve pulled away from the edge of the bed, nodding, and flipped. His dick was as hard as Ford's still was, and Danny gulped as it disappeared under him and Ford lowered himself onto the bed once more.
As so often happens in porn, the condom was suddenly on Ford's cock and he was sliding the sizeable organ into Steve's nicely presented asshole before Danny was able to blink. He squeezed his own cock, delaying orgasm as he watched Steve push back against every thrust with apparent pleasure.
Another change a few minutes later had Steve on his back this time and Ford pushing the t-shirt Steve still wore up his perfect abdomen as he re-entered Steve's body and began sliding in and out. Steve curled towards him, his own hand wrapping around his impressive erection as Ford leaned down to bring their lips together again.
Danny felt a twinge of anger as he watched, though his own orgasm was still building. The kiss ended and Ford groaned, pounding into Steve harder as Steve writhed under him, his hand moving faster and faster until the inevitable happened. Danny blinked sweat out of his eyes, watching the white creaminess pumping out of Steve's cock and all over his spasming stomach.
Ford slowed down again, whispering, "Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby; so good," in typical porn style.
Danny was too far gone to care any more; Steve's orgasm had short-circuited his brain and he let out a low moan as his own climax overtook him. As Danny reached for the cloth he'd placed on the night-stand and collapsed back against the pillow behind him, Ford drew out of Steve. With the magic of porn, the condom disappeared and Ford began milking his own come all over Steve's belly, his free hand holding him off Steve's body as he grinned down at him. Steve was smiling as he gulped in air and it was impossible to believe that it had been anything but enjoyable for him. His mask had very conveniently stayed in place throughout.
Pressing the pause button for a moment, Danny drew in a deep breath, wiping at his body and shaking his head at how incredibly arousing the whole thing had been for him. He wouldn't have believed it was possible if he hadn't got the proof of it wrapped up in the damp cloth he now held.
Licking his lip, Danny pressed play again and watched the scene to its conclusion. Steve pulled his underwear back on and Ford found the jeans he'd discarded when he'd stood up to allow Steve to suck his cock, smirking sexily at Steve on the bed as he dressed. Then Steve stood up and the two men kissed briefly but sloppily before Ford left the room, whistling a jaunty little tune as he left.
His parting words to Steve's character were "See you later, Hot Stuff. Glad you're still coming to the ball, even if you already came for me."
It was stupid and way beyond corny, but Danny found himself fast forwarding the on-screen action in the hopes he'd see Steve again. He didn't want to admit it, but a part of him wanted to see Ford fuck him again. But that appeared to be Steve's only moment. The rest of the action was decidedly heterosexual, except for the obligatory lesbian scene that Danny normally would have found quite hot, but somehow tonight, it couldn't hold a candle to seeing Steve in orgasmic delight.
He flicked off the TV at the end, glancing at the clock before collecting the cloth he'd cleaned himself up with and heading for the shower. It was after midnight and suddenly Danny felt exhausted; the knowledge of what Steve had done with Ford all those years ago had hit him like a ton of bricks, as well as turning him on beyond all reason.
Closing his eyes in the shower, Danny was disturbed to realize he could picture the scene as easily as if he was still viewing it, and his dick was trying to go hard again at the image in his head.
"Quit that," he told it, scrubbing perfunctorily at the crustiness already forming on his body. He finished the shower in double-quick time and found himself yawning as he hit the bed at last.
~//~
Send Flowers