FIC Discoveries
Written as an answer to azziria 's prompt of Danny/Steve, tattoo; Danny gets a tattoo (any rating) for kinkme_h50 .
Final rating PG-13. Sooo not what I was intending when I started this...
Of all the things Steve would have expected to learn when he started sleeping with Danny Williams, what he had just revealed was not it. Their first few times had been hurried, almost fugitive in nature, barely making it through the door of whomever’s house they had chosen before they succumbed to hormones and not really even getting their clothes off. Sometimes it had even been the adrenaline from surviving whatever harebrained stunt Steve had pulled to save their asses (in his view) or attempt to kill them (in Danny’s view) that had caused the lack of control. They fell into bed afterwards-too tired and fucked out to worry about getting undressed. And in the morning they were often in a rush to get to work again. So actually taking their time and getting all their clothes off, wasn’t really something either of them had either considered.
They’d managed to not only catch their bad guy today, but not get shot at (which Danny kept trying to write on the calendar since he said it would probably never happen again), so neither one of them were on an adrenaline high. As they finished up the paperwork (really Danny finished up the paperwork and Steve tried to think of ways to bug him that wouldn’t annoy him completely), Steve leaned closer. “What are you doing tonight?”
Danny looked up from where he’d been attempting to convince the computer that their prep’s name really was Jakkob Jingler. “Going home. Eating dinner. Sleeping. Rachel has Grace for the weekend so…” he shrugged.
“Wanna come over?”
“For?” Danny made a noise of triumph as the computer accepted his commands and devoted his full attention to Steve, who wore a very familiar expression. “Oh.”
“So?” Steve was not unlike a child with a favorite toy and sometimes Danny felt like the new one Steve had gotten for his birthday. “With dinner and everything,” he added after a minute. “I swear.”
Danny finished the last of his report as he considered Steve’s offer. “Yeah, okay,” he finally decided. If nothing else, Steve’s house was nicer than his rathole of a rental.
After dinner, Danny wandered out onto the patio while Steve cleaned up the kitchen. He’d attempted to help, but his standards had been woefully low compared to Steve’s and it had just been frustrating the other man. Even after sundown, it was still well above eighty and Danny undid the buttons on his shirt before stripping it off and tossing it on one of the deck chairs. For a few minutes, he just stood staring out across the sand and water, not really thinking about anything.
The sound of the screen sliding open behind him was loud enough that he wasn’t startled when Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “Hey,” Steve said quietly, almost as if he didn’t want to break the spell the view had wrought on Danny. “You okay?”
“Fine. You done with the dishes?” Danny leaned back into his embrace, letting Steve take his weight.
Steve nodded, intending to turn Danny in his arms. He got the smaller man turned partway when something caught his eye. “What’s this?” he asked. Unable to see it in the light spilling from the door, he attempted to drag Danny closer to the doorway.
“Hey! Hey! Not a chew toy!” Danny protested, attempting to wrench himself out of Steve’s grasp. “What the hell, man?”
“What’s on your arm? Did you get hurt today and not tell me?” Steve demanded.
“Damn it, I’m fine, Steve!” Danny dug his feet in and pulled in the opposite direction, finally stopping his forward momentum.
Steve came back towards him, reaching out to attempt to trace what was on Danny’s arm. “What?” His hand dropped away as Danny glared at him.
“It’s a tattoo, Steve,” Danny replied in the tone of voice that told him what an idiot he was being.
“Why haven’t I…Can I see it?”
Danny pointed towards the house without answering, and then grabbed his shirt, following Steve as he went inside. In the kitchen, Danny turned so Steve could see his shoulder; holding his shirt in case he had to make a quick exit. “You haven’t seen it because I haven’t had my shirt off when we’ve been working and when you might have had an opportunity, we’ve been a little busy.”
Steve ignored Danny’s voice and concentrated on the ink embedded in his skin; stepping close and tracing it with a reverent finger. Unlike his own tattoos, which had been picked for the colors and the time period when he was at his most rebellious, Danny’s was all black and simple. After a moment, he also realized it was deeply meaningful to the other man. “It’s Grace’s, isn’t it?” he asked softly.
Danny nodded, relaxing under Steve’s touch. “Her name, birth date, and handprint. After…” he breathed deeply. “After she was born, all I could think about was how I was entrusted with this life, this little girl, and she was the most precious thing to me. But…she wasn’t always going to be that little and I wasn’t always going to be able to protect her…”
“To remind yourself…?” Steve questioned.
“That even if I can’t protect her, I still need to be there for her. That I’m still her ‘Danno’.”
“Hey,” Steve said quietly, sensing that Danny’s memories have gone somewhere he can’t follow. “Grace knows you love her madly. Now come on.” He tugged on the other man’s hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Steve, I’m not really…”
“We both need to sleep, Danny,” Steve replied. “We both need to sleep.” He nudged Danny in the direction of the bedroom. “Go on. I’m gonna lock up.” When he entered his bedroom a few minutes later, he found Danny curled up on his side, eyes closed. Lying down behind him, he asked, “Do you want to call Grace?”
“Not like Rachel’ll let me talk to her,” Danny mumbled in reply.
Checking the time, Steve decided he could risk alienating Danny’s ex-wife a little more. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed the number and cut her off before she could start bitching him out. “Ma’am, this is Commander McGarrett. Put Grace on,” he ordered. “No, Danny isn’t hurt, but he needs to talk to his daughter for a few minutes.” When she started to protest, he cut her off again, “I really don’t give a damn. Just give her the phone.”
A moment later, the young voice of Grace Williams came on the line. “Steve? Is Danno okay?”
“He’s fine,” Steve replied. The young girl still made him feel a bit awkward, but he was willing to try for Danny. “He just wanted to say good-night.” Nudging Danny to get his attention, he handed him the phone. “Talk to her,” he whispered.
Danny took the phone and grabbed Steve’s hand, keeping him there when the other man tried to leave. As he spoke softly to his daughter, Steve settled back in behind him. Maybe it wasn’t how he’d planned for the night to end, but he couldn’t be upset about what he’d discovered.
Final rating PG-13. Sooo not what I was intending when I started this...
Of all the things Steve would have expected to learn when he started sleeping with Danny Williams, what he had just revealed was not it. Their first few times had been hurried, almost fugitive in nature, barely making it through the door of whomever’s house they had chosen before they succumbed to hormones and not really even getting their clothes off. Sometimes it had even been the adrenaline from surviving whatever harebrained stunt Steve had pulled to save their asses (in his view) or attempt to kill them (in Danny’s view) that had caused the lack of control. They fell into bed afterwards-too tired and fucked out to worry about getting undressed. And in the morning they were often in a rush to get to work again. So actually taking their time and getting all their clothes off, wasn’t really something either of them had either considered.
They’d managed to not only catch their bad guy today, but not get shot at (which Danny kept trying to write on the calendar since he said it would probably never happen again), so neither one of them were on an adrenaline high. As they finished up the paperwork (really Danny finished up the paperwork and Steve tried to think of ways to bug him that wouldn’t annoy him completely), Steve leaned closer. “What are you doing tonight?”
Danny looked up from where he’d been attempting to convince the computer that their prep’s name really was Jakkob Jingler. “Going home. Eating dinner. Sleeping. Rachel has Grace for the weekend so…” he shrugged.
“Wanna come over?”
“For?” Danny made a noise of triumph as the computer accepted his commands and devoted his full attention to Steve, who wore a very familiar expression. “Oh.”
“So?” Steve was not unlike a child with a favorite toy and sometimes Danny felt like the new one Steve had gotten for his birthday. “With dinner and everything,” he added after a minute. “I swear.”
Danny finished the last of his report as he considered Steve’s offer. “Yeah, okay,” he finally decided. If nothing else, Steve’s house was nicer than his rathole of a rental.
After dinner, Danny wandered out onto the patio while Steve cleaned up the kitchen. He’d attempted to help, but his standards had been woefully low compared to Steve’s and it had just been frustrating the other man. Even after sundown, it was still well above eighty and Danny undid the buttons on his shirt before stripping it off and tossing it on one of the deck chairs. For a few minutes, he just stood staring out across the sand and water, not really thinking about anything.
The sound of the screen sliding open behind him was loud enough that he wasn’t startled when Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “Hey,” Steve said quietly, almost as if he didn’t want to break the spell the view had wrought on Danny. “You okay?”
“Fine. You done with the dishes?” Danny leaned back into his embrace, letting Steve take his weight.
Steve nodded, intending to turn Danny in his arms. He got the smaller man turned partway when something caught his eye. “What’s this?” he asked. Unable to see it in the light spilling from the door, he attempted to drag Danny closer to the doorway.
“Hey! Hey! Not a chew toy!” Danny protested, attempting to wrench himself out of Steve’s grasp. “What the hell, man?”
“What’s on your arm? Did you get hurt today and not tell me?” Steve demanded.
“Damn it, I’m fine, Steve!” Danny dug his feet in and pulled in the opposite direction, finally stopping his forward momentum.
Steve came back towards him, reaching out to attempt to trace what was on Danny’s arm. “What?” His hand dropped away as Danny glared at him.
“It’s a tattoo, Steve,” Danny replied in the tone of voice that told him what an idiot he was being.
“Why haven’t I…Can I see it?”
Danny pointed towards the house without answering, and then grabbed his shirt, following Steve as he went inside. In the kitchen, Danny turned so Steve could see his shoulder; holding his shirt in case he had to make a quick exit. “You haven’t seen it because I haven’t had my shirt off when we’ve been working and when you might have had an opportunity, we’ve been a little busy.”
Steve ignored Danny’s voice and concentrated on the ink embedded in his skin; stepping close and tracing it with a reverent finger. Unlike his own tattoos, which had been picked for the colors and the time period when he was at his most rebellious, Danny’s was all black and simple. After a moment, he also realized it was deeply meaningful to the other man. “It’s Grace’s, isn’t it?” he asked softly.
Danny nodded, relaxing under Steve’s touch. “Her name, birth date, and handprint. After…” he breathed deeply. “After she was born, all I could think about was how I was entrusted with this life, this little girl, and she was the most precious thing to me. But…she wasn’t always going to be that little and I wasn’t always going to be able to protect her…”
“To remind yourself…?” Steve questioned.
“That even if I can’t protect her, I still need to be there for her. That I’m still her ‘Danno’.”
“Hey,” Steve said quietly, sensing that Danny’s memories have gone somewhere he can’t follow. “Grace knows you love her madly. Now come on.” He tugged on the other man’s hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Steve, I’m not really…”
“We both need to sleep, Danny,” Steve replied. “We both need to sleep.” He nudged Danny in the direction of the bedroom. “Go on. I’m gonna lock up.” When he entered his bedroom a few minutes later, he found Danny curled up on his side, eyes closed. Lying down behind him, he asked, “Do you want to call Grace?”
“Not like Rachel’ll let me talk to her,” Danny mumbled in reply.
Checking the time, Steve decided he could risk alienating Danny’s ex-wife a little more. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed the number and cut her off before she could start bitching him out. “Ma’am, this is Commander McGarrett. Put Grace on,” he ordered. “No, Danny isn’t hurt, but he needs to talk to his daughter for a few minutes.” When she started to protest, he cut her off again, “I really don’t give a damn. Just give her the phone.”
A moment later, the young voice of Grace Williams came on the line. “Steve? Is Danno okay?”
“He’s fine,” Steve replied. The young girl still made him feel a bit awkward, but he was willing to try for Danny. “He just wanted to say good-night.” Nudging Danny to get his attention, he handed him the phone. “Talk to her,” he whispered.
Danny took the phone and grabbed Steve’s hand, keeping him there when the other man tried to leave. As he spoke softly to his daughter, Steve settled back in behind him. Maybe it wasn’t how he’d planned for the night to end, but he couldn’t be upset about what he’d discovered.