H50 fic: Heat, Part 8/8
Title: Heat, Chapter 8 of 8
Characters: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams and Grace Williams (in this chapter)
Word Count: 1919 of approximately 17K in full story
Rating: It gets a little steamy in the shower this chapter, so NC-17 ;-)
Warnings: There is some adult material in some chapters; AU, no spoilers for the show
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters named in this fic; the setting is entirely of my own imagining and in no way reflects the show's premises or ideas. I make no money from my wild imaginings
Beta: the always generous siluria made time to correct and offer suggestions; any remaining mistakes are entirely my own fault
Summary: Hawaii 5-0 Rock Star AU in which Steve is a rock singer with a backing band featuring Chin, Kono and other characters you've seen on the show, and Danny is a Rolling Stone reporter writing an article on Steve
Author’s Notes: I started writing this as some time ago as either a reward for something or from a prompt at 1_million_words (I forget which). The first couple of parts have already been posted at the comm, but now it's completely written, I am finally posting it in AO3 and my own fic LJ.
This chapter: Steve is back on the road some months down the track; Danny attends the concert where Steve debuts a new song
This story can also be found here at AO3
"Steve!" The volume of the voices rise as Steve nears the stage, and he takes a deep breath as he follows Chin, Kono, Kamekona and the others up the steps and onto the stage. The applause and general crowd noise is thunderous, but Steve's not going attempt to speak just yet. He raises a hand and offers a wave and a grin to the fans before picking up his guitar and moving toward the mic.
He turns back to meet Kamekona's eye and nods the count as the drums start up, and then his fingers are finding their place on the fretboard as he launches into his new single - the newest one that Danny inspired, and is currently climbing the charts faster than any of his three previous singles did. Steve licks his lips and leans into the mic, his voice soaring as he sings the opening lines.
As he continues with the song, Steve keeps glancing towards the VIP area, looking for Danny. In between that, he looks out over the rest of the crowd, putting everything into the song, which he hopes Danny gets. When the last chord rings out, the audience goes crazy, and Steve spins around looking directly towards the VIPs and grinning widely when he spots Danny properly. Danny's clapping and wolf-whistling along with everyone else, but Steve swears there's a look in his eye that acknowledges exactly what the song means.
Then Steve's back to business, moving towards the mic and greeting the crowd.
Throughout the rest of the concert, Steve offers a few smiles in Danny's direction, but doesn't make a big deal of it. He hasn't acknowledged his relationship with the man in public yet, but he's close to doing so. They've been together for six months now, sneaking in a few nights and weekends here and there when they've been able to meet up - nowhere near as often as Steve would like - in between both of their commitments, but this is the first time Danny's been to one of Steve's shows since they met in Chicago.
Tonight's crowd has been a fantastic one, and Steve is buzzing when he and the band take their final bows after the second encore, and head backstage. Steve grabs the towel his assistant holds for him, offering a brief thanks as he heads into his dressing room. Denning's there already and he stands up as Steve arrives.
"Great show," Denning tells him, grinning. "The new material is bringing new fans in, and they're not just buying the music. Keep this up and we'll have to extend the tour."
Steve grins back at him as there's a knock on the door.
Denning raises his eyebrows in query. "You need some time?"
Hoping it's not just any ordinary fan, Steve shakes his head and reaches for the doorknob. He's more than pleased to see Danny on the other side. "Hey."
"Hey yourself."
"Come in," Steve says, his voice pitched low and inviting.
Denning clears his throat. "Good evening, Mr. Williams."
"Please call me Danny. Good to see you again, Mr. Denning."
"I think... you'd probably rather see Steve alone though, Danny. Time I disappeared." Denning turns to Steve. "Don't worry; I'll see you're not disturbed for a while."
"Thanks," Steve manages before Denning slips out the door and is gone. He barely turns away from Danny as he speaks, so it doesn't take much to focus all his attention back on him. "So..."
Danny steps closer, grinning so that tiny wrinkles appear at the corner of his eyes. Steve loves those tiny wrinkles. "So... we're alone. And I wanted to tell you how fantastic that new single is."
"Thank you," Steve says, standing still. He probably stinks; it gets pretty hot out there under the lights and he knows he's covered in a layer of sweat despite the toweling off he's just done. "I wrote it for you."
Danny presses a hand against his chest. "For me?"
Steve feels nervous all of a sudden. "Yeah, you." He reaches out a hand and runs it down Danny's arm. "I should shower. I'm not exactly at my cleanest right now."
Danny laughs. "Yeah, you stink; you totally should."
Realizing that Danny is kidding, Steve laughs. "You wanna..."
"...wash your back? You bet."
Steve can't move fast enough. He grabs Danny's hand and drags him into the dressing room's bathroom. Danny is laughing as he allows it, and then they're pulling each other's clothes off, heat rising between them. That's not all that's rising either.
Steve backs toward the shower, dragging Danny with him. Reaching behind himself he sets the water going as he aligns their bodies, hissing as their hot flesh meets, then their mouths are joined once more as they both touch as much of each other as they can reach. Pleasure's building already and there's barely any friction so far, but Danny turns Steve on so damned much it wouldn't surprise him if he came from just this.
Instead of letting it go, like a teenager, Steve manages to manhandle Danny into the cubicle, hot water sliding over both of them as he presses the man up against the wall and slides down to his knees. It's like he's been in the desert for weeks and Danny is his oasis, rather than the spray from the shower. Danny looks down at him, need written across his features, and as Steve grins back up at him, he wraps both hands around Danny's hips, ghosting his breath across the shining head of the cock mere inches from his mouth.
Danny makes a strangled kind of noise as Steve licks his lips. Desperate to do exactly what Danny wants, more than taking pity on him, Steve finally slides his dampened lips over the firmness in front of him, smiling around his mouthful as Danny groans with the pleasure of it.
Steve hasn't been doing this for long, but he's taken to it like a duck to water, and odd though it is to admit it, he likes it more than when they're the other way around - which is saying something for a guy who’s been on the receiving end of such attentions more than he ever performed similar favours to the women in his life. Closing his eyes to the water now dripping from his lashes, Steve finds the rhythm of suck, slide, tongue-curl, suck, slide, tongue-curl that he's discovered Danny likes, and follows it to the end of what's close to his own personal song.
The climax of the piece has Steve swallowing down every last drop of Danny's appreciation, and then he's back on his feet, thrusting his tongue into Danny's mouth in imitation of what he'd like to do with his cock somewhere else on Danny's body.
"Christ..." Danny breathes out between kisses. "You'd think... we hadn't... done this... in months."
"We haven't," Steve tells him, moving to suck on his neck, his own cock pressing into Danny's firm abdomen. "Well, for weeks, then."
Danny wraps a heated hand around Steve's erection, tugging it lightly so the tip of it hits Danny's belly repeatedly. His fingers tighten just below Steve's cockhead as he does this - it's kind of awkward, but it's the biggest turn-on - and as Steve's been holding back, trying to make things last, it's too hard to stop things now. With a deeply felt groan at the back of his throat, Steve spills over, spirals of pleasure jerking through his entire body.
He presses his face into Danny's neck, curling over him to match his height as Danny milks the last of his come all over his stomach. Steve stays where he is, breath heaving and heart thumping until Danny finally slides his hand away and they return to kissing, this time more softly, less hurried than they had been.
Steve sighs and reaches for the soap, smiling to himself as he washes the traces of his pleasure from Danny's skin. Danny silently takes the soap from him when he's done and returns the favor, neither of them speaking until the suds have been washed away and Steve reaches to turn off the shower.
"I needed that," Steve says, hearing how satisfaction has lowered his voice.
"Me too," Danny grins as they dry each other off. "You are something else, Steve McGarrett - both on and off stage."
"You're pretty hot yourself," Steve beams back at him, then offers him another heated kiss.
"Much as I like when things are hot and steamy with you..." Danny begins, moving to find his clothes and put them back on, "There are bound to be others out there that will not go away until they've had a piece of you tonight."
Steve laughs and wanders naked to where his post-concert clothes are laid out, his cock already half-hard again. "We could tell them to get lost."
Danny laughs. "We could try, but I know how these things work. You need time to wind down anyway, plus... if I go back to my hotel now, it gives you - well, both of us - something to look forward to later. This..." He gestures between them as if to indicate what they've just done. "...was great, but we have all night."
Waggling his eyebrows as he watches Steve pull his jeans up and fasten them, Danny takes a deep breath. "I'd better go now or I'm going to change my mind again."
"You still-"
Steve's reply is cut off by a knock on the door, and Chin's voice calls out, "I hope you've got your pants on, Steve, because-"
The door opens, and about ten people pile in before Steve can tell them not to. "Sorry, man," Chin shrugs from amongst the growing crowd, "I tried to warn you."
Steve can't be annoyed now; at least they gave him and Danny time alone to reconnect the way they needed to for now, and there will be - as Danny so rightly pointed out - plenty of time later for them to be alone to savor things more; the undercurrent of anticipation will keep things smoldering very nicely in the meantime.
Over the still increasing throng of people now in between them, Steve catches Danny's eye. He grinning like he knew this would happen and he speaks in gestures and eye movements that Steve has already learnt to read, telling Steve he's leaving and that he expects him back at the hotel later. Steve replies in kind that he'll be there.
Kono's got a friend in tow that she's trying to introduce to Steve, and he finally makes an effort to hear her words as he silently - but very contentedly - watches Danny leave the room.
This is the world he lives in, and while it may not make things as easy as he and Danny would like for them to be together, there are some rewards in having a part of his life out of the limelight; one of those is that no-one will bother Danny in the way that used to force Catherine into hiding when they were together, and another is that Steve gets to have Danny to himself as often as their respective jobs allow them to meet up.
It's not perfect, and they've got a long way to go before they can be sure it's anything like forever, but as far as Steve's concerned, it's the foreseeable future, and the heat that started everything - fueling his inspiration to greater heights than ever before - is far from dying away any time soon.
~//~
END
Characters: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams and Grace Williams (in this chapter)
Word Count: 1919 of approximately 17K in full story
Rating: It gets a little steamy in the shower this chapter, so NC-17 ;-)
Warnings: There is some adult material in some chapters; AU, no spoilers for the show
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters named in this fic; the setting is entirely of my own imagining and in no way reflects the show's premises or ideas. I make no money from my wild imaginings
Beta: the always generous siluria made time to correct and offer suggestions; any remaining mistakes are entirely my own fault
Summary: Hawaii 5-0 Rock Star AU in which Steve is a rock singer with a backing band featuring Chin, Kono and other characters you've seen on the show, and Danny is a Rolling Stone reporter writing an article on Steve
Author’s Notes: I started writing this as some time ago as either a reward for something or from a prompt at 1_million_words (I forget which). The first couple of parts have already been posted at the comm, but now it's completely written, I am finally posting it in AO3 and my own fic LJ.
This chapter: Steve is back on the road some months down the track; Danny attends the concert where Steve debuts a new song
This story can also be found here at AO3
"Steve!" The volume of the voices rise as Steve nears the stage, and he takes a deep breath as he follows Chin, Kono, Kamekona and the others up the steps and onto the stage. The applause and general crowd noise is thunderous, but Steve's not going attempt to speak just yet. He raises a hand and offers a wave and a grin to the fans before picking up his guitar and moving toward the mic.
He turns back to meet Kamekona's eye and nods the count as the drums start up, and then his fingers are finding their place on the fretboard as he launches into his new single - the newest one that Danny inspired, and is currently climbing the charts faster than any of his three previous singles did. Steve licks his lips and leans into the mic, his voice soaring as he sings the opening lines.
As he continues with the song, Steve keeps glancing towards the VIP area, looking for Danny. In between that, he looks out over the rest of the crowd, putting everything into the song, which he hopes Danny gets. When the last chord rings out, the audience goes crazy, and Steve spins around looking directly towards the VIPs and grinning widely when he spots Danny properly. Danny's clapping and wolf-whistling along with everyone else, but Steve swears there's a look in his eye that acknowledges exactly what the song means.
Then Steve's back to business, moving towards the mic and greeting the crowd.
Throughout the rest of the concert, Steve offers a few smiles in Danny's direction, but doesn't make a big deal of it. He hasn't acknowledged his relationship with the man in public yet, but he's close to doing so. They've been together for six months now, sneaking in a few nights and weekends here and there when they've been able to meet up - nowhere near as often as Steve would like - in between both of their commitments, but this is the first time Danny's been to one of Steve's shows since they met in Chicago.
Tonight's crowd has been a fantastic one, and Steve is buzzing when he and the band take their final bows after the second encore, and head backstage. Steve grabs the towel his assistant holds for him, offering a brief thanks as he heads into his dressing room. Denning's there already and he stands up as Steve arrives.
"Great show," Denning tells him, grinning. "The new material is bringing new fans in, and they're not just buying the music. Keep this up and we'll have to extend the tour."
Steve grins back at him as there's a knock on the door.
Denning raises his eyebrows in query. "You need some time?"
Hoping it's not just any ordinary fan, Steve shakes his head and reaches for the doorknob. He's more than pleased to see Danny on the other side. "Hey."
"Hey yourself."
"Come in," Steve says, his voice pitched low and inviting.
Denning clears his throat. "Good evening, Mr. Williams."
"Please call me Danny. Good to see you again, Mr. Denning."
"I think... you'd probably rather see Steve alone though, Danny. Time I disappeared." Denning turns to Steve. "Don't worry; I'll see you're not disturbed for a while."
"Thanks," Steve manages before Denning slips out the door and is gone. He barely turns away from Danny as he speaks, so it doesn't take much to focus all his attention back on him. "So..."
Danny steps closer, grinning so that tiny wrinkles appear at the corner of his eyes. Steve loves those tiny wrinkles. "So... we're alone. And I wanted to tell you how fantastic that new single is."
"Thank you," Steve says, standing still. He probably stinks; it gets pretty hot out there under the lights and he knows he's covered in a layer of sweat despite the toweling off he's just done. "I wrote it for you."
Danny presses a hand against his chest. "For me?"
Steve feels nervous all of a sudden. "Yeah, you." He reaches out a hand and runs it down Danny's arm. "I should shower. I'm not exactly at my cleanest right now."
Danny laughs. "Yeah, you stink; you totally should."
Realizing that Danny is kidding, Steve laughs. "You wanna..."
"...wash your back? You bet."
Steve can't move fast enough. He grabs Danny's hand and drags him into the dressing room's bathroom. Danny is laughing as he allows it, and then they're pulling each other's clothes off, heat rising between them. That's not all that's rising either.
Steve backs toward the shower, dragging Danny with him. Reaching behind himself he sets the water going as he aligns their bodies, hissing as their hot flesh meets, then their mouths are joined once more as they both touch as much of each other as they can reach. Pleasure's building already and there's barely any friction so far, but Danny turns Steve on so damned much it wouldn't surprise him if he came from just this.
Instead of letting it go, like a teenager, Steve manages to manhandle Danny into the cubicle, hot water sliding over both of them as he presses the man up against the wall and slides down to his knees. It's like he's been in the desert for weeks and Danny is his oasis, rather than the spray from the shower. Danny looks down at him, need written across his features, and as Steve grins back up at him, he wraps both hands around Danny's hips, ghosting his breath across the shining head of the cock mere inches from his mouth.
Danny makes a strangled kind of noise as Steve licks his lips. Desperate to do exactly what Danny wants, more than taking pity on him, Steve finally slides his dampened lips over the firmness in front of him, smiling around his mouthful as Danny groans with the pleasure of it.
Steve hasn't been doing this for long, but he's taken to it like a duck to water, and odd though it is to admit it, he likes it more than when they're the other way around - which is saying something for a guy who’s been on the receiving end of such attentions more than he ever performed similar favours to the women in his life. Closing his eyes to the water now dripping from his lashes, Steve finds the rhythm of suck, slide, tongue-curl, suck, slide, tongue-curl that he's discovered Danny likes, and follows it to the end of what's close to his own personal song.
The climax of the piece has Steve swallowing down every last drop of Danny's appreciation, and then he's back on his feet, thrusting his tongue into Danny's mouth in imitation of what he'd like to do with his cock somewhere else on Danny's body.
"Christ..." Danny breathes out between kisses. "You'd think... we hadn't... done this... in months."
"We haven't," Steve tells him, moving to suck on his neck, his own cock pressing into Danny's firm abdomen. "Well, for weeks, then."
Danny wraps a heated hand around Steve's erection, tugging it lightly so the tip of it hits Danny's belly repeatedly. His fingers tighten just below Steve's cockhead as he does this - it's kind of awkward, but it's the biggest turn-on - and as Steve's been holding back, trying to make things last, it's too hard to stop things now. With a deeply felt groan at the back of his throat, Steve spills over, spirals of pleasure jerking through his entire body.
He presses his face into Danny's neck, curling over him to match his height as Danny milks the last of his come all over his stomach. Steve stays where he is, breath heaving and heart thumping until Danny finally slides his hand away and they return to kissing, this time more softly, less hurried than they had been.
Steve sighs and reaches for the soap, smiling to himself as he washes the traces of his pleasure from Danny's skin. Danny silently takes the soap from him when he's done and returns the favor, neither of them speaking until the suds have been washed away and Steve reaches to turn off the shower.
"I needed that," Steve says, hearing how satisfaction has lowered his voice.
"Me too," Danny grins as they dry each other off. "You are something else, Steve McGarrett - both on and off stage."
"You're pretty hot yourself," Steve beams back at him, then offers him another heated kiss.
"Much as I like when things are hot and steamy with you..." Danny begins, moving to find his clothes and put them back on, "There are bound to be others out there that will not go away until they've had a piece of you tonight."
Steve laughs and wanders naked to where his post-concert clothes are laid out, his cock already half-hard again. "We could tell them to get lost."
Danny laughs. "We could try, but I know how these things work. You need time to wind down anyway, plus... if I go back to my hotel now, it gives you - well, both of us - something to look forward to later. This..." He gestures between them as if to indicate what they've just done. "...was great, but we have all night."
Waggling his eyebrows as he watches Steve pull his jeans up and fasten them, Danny takes a deep breath. "I'd better go now or I'm going to change my mind again."
"You still-"
Steve's reply is cut off by a knock on the door, and Chin's voice calls out, "I hope you've got your pants on, Steve, because-"
The door opens, and about ten people pile in before Steve can tell them not to. "Sorry, man," Chin shrugs from amongst the growing crowd, "I tried to warn you."
Steve can't be annoyed now; at least they gave him and Danny time alone to reconnect the way they needed to for now, and there will be - as Danny so rightly pointed out - plenty of time later for them to be alone to savor things more; the undercurrent of anticipation will keep things smoldering very nicely in the meantime.
Over the still increasing throng of people now in between them, Steve catches Danny's eye. He grinning like he knew this would happen and he speaks in gestures and eye movements that Steve has already learnt to read, telling Steve he's leaving and that he expects him back at the hotel later. Steve replies in kind that he'll be there.
Kono's got a friend in tow that she's trying to introduce to Steve, and he finally makes an effort to hear her words as he silently - but very contentedly - watches Danny leave the room.
This is the world he lives in, and while it may not make things as easy as he and Danny would like for them to be together, there are some rewards in having a part of his life out of the limelight; one of those is that no-one will bother Danny in the way that used to force Catherine into hiding when they were together, and another is that Steve gets to have Danny to himself as often as their respective jobs allow them to meet up.
It's not perfect, and they've got a long way to go before they can be sure it's anything like forever, but as far as Steve's concerned, it's the foreseeable future, and the heat that started everything - fueling his inspiration to greater heights than ever before - is far from dying away any time soon.
~//~
END