"Informed Consent" (Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett) NC-17
Informed Consent
A sequel to [ (Consenting) Adult]
By TNL
Danny lets himself out of Steve’s room and pads down the hallway. He’s got a hand out to feel for the doorknob when he thinks, Hey! Steve was jerking off in there!, and then he’s shouldering the guest room door open and shuffling forward until he can slip back into his bed.
He lies there in the dark, feeling winded, for - and he checks his watch more than once - fifteen minutes. He listens, and it sounds like Steve is still awake, until curiosity propels him out of bed and into the hall, where he can see light from Steve’s room stealing out into the corridor. Danny waits a moment longer, throat gone dry, and then he knocks.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Hey,” Danny replies, sticking his head around the door. He doesn’t know what to say, so he continues: “I just didn’t want you to think I was hittin’ on Kono” - Whuh? Where did that come from?, but it’s too late to stop - “I mean, Chin would kill me, obviously, and he’s already had a word with me, serious like a heart attack, and-”
“It’s O.K.,” Steve rumbles from his bed, “it was for the job; I get it.”
Danny feels, obscurely, that this constitutes an invitation, so he ventures into Steve’s room again.
“‘Can’t sleep,” he complains, coming to a halt near the head of the bed. Now he has time to check Steve out, from tousled hair to bad boy tattoos to alert nipples. The room is faintly redolent of something bittersweet, like cranberries.
“‘I know,” Steve says, and he’s patting the mattress and sliding over. “‘If we’re gonna talk, this is more comfortable.”
“‘Who says we’re gonna talk?” Danny replies, and then he sits down, perched gingerly on the edge of the bed.
“I dunno,” Steve grunts. “‘You just had that look.”
“‘That look’?” Danny contemplates Steve’s remark and decides it’s funny. “‘The look’ like you get before you’re gonna get me killed? ‘I got a look like that?”
“Uh huh,” say Steve, and the moment stretches comfortably: he’s not going to explain, apparently.
“‘You were beating off in here,” Danny observes, his eyes widening in comic horror as he hears himself speak.
Steve gives him an amused smile. “Yeah, that’s ‘the look,’” he says: “the one that says ‘I’m gonna open my mouth and just wait until you hear what comes out of it.’”
“‘Well, you were,” says Danny, still alert in case the crazy mofo decides he wants to bust his chops.
“‘So maybe I was,” Steve allows. “‘What’re you gonna do about it?”
Danny chuffs a breath. “Let me just say, you are one crazy mofo.”
Steve frowns at him. “‘Don’t bring my mother into this.”
He shrugs, stealing another look at Steve’s bare chest: this is some game of chicken. “‘This is you bein’ subtle, huh? ‘Cause my eyes tell me one thing, and my head tells me-”
“‘You, uh, don’t need an engraved invita-” Steve interjects, and Danny has already launched himself onto the bed. Steve growls playfully at his new burden and wraps them both in the blanket and sheet and they’re kissing now with Danny trapped between Steve’s thighs, and he’s had such a long drought that he gasps “‘Fuck! It’s been a while.”
“‘A while’ since what?” Steve husks, a hand out to guide their mouths back together.
When Danny next has a chance, he answers: “Since I got any action. ‘Even longer since it was a guy.”
“‘Then this is your lucky day,” Steve notes, and it’s Danny’s turn to laugh and he’s stripping the bedclothes away, watching avidly as Steve twists out of his briefs. The way Steve arranges himself on the bed, legs parted with his big dick canting off to one side, suggests a preference, and Danny gets up on his knees to strip off his boxers. Steve gathers him back up, fitting them together, so their erections grind together and it’s hot and already slightly messy and Danny’s probably going to fire off like a teenage boy.
“‘Condoms,” Steve mutters, biting his lip as he awaits Danny’s reaction, and Danny thinks he’s seeing a new side of McGarrett’s insane conscientiousness.
“‘Thought you’d never ask,” he replies, leaning in for another kiss, and then he’s off the bed, chest heaving as he looks past his own demanding cock at Steve, all debauched and elegant across the rumpled bed.
“‘Bathroom,” Steve tells him, reaching for his own dick, and Danny slaps at his hand reflexively and says:
“Hold your damn horses.”
“‘Hurry up, then,” says Steve, unrepentantly continuing his fist’s slow glide.
“‘All fucking right,” Danny replies, trotting off to the double closet.
“‘Other way, Danno.”
“‘Thanks for nothing, McGarrett.”
He roots through the medicine cabinet and then Steve’s shaving kit, finding condoms and lube buried at the bottom of the latter. He’s already flicking the bottle top open as he comes back into the bedroom, and Steve is up on his knees with a finger up his ass and-
“‘I told you to wait,” he complains, throwing all the condoms on the bed.
“‘Ambitious,” Steve replies, the strain evident in his voice as he presses another digit against his pucker.
“‘Have you even looked in the mirror lately?” says Danny. “‘This, by the way, is a very good look for you.”
“Thanks.”
“‘On your back. I told you I would handle that,” Danny says, kneeling beside him and pouring out half the bottle’s contents.
“‘Whenever you have the time,” McGarrett replies, cheekily, as he rearranges himself on the bed. “‘Feels damn good.”
“‘I know, you idiot. ‘So let me-” and he tugs at Steve’s wrist and quickly replaces Steve’s fingers with his own.
“Ooh . . . yeahh,” Steve sighs, enjoying the strange touch.
“‘I told you,” Danny says, shortly.
“‘I believed you; I was just-”
“Yeah, yeah,” says Danny, giving him a lopsided grin, “you always jump the gun.”
Steve is reaching for Danny’s dick, which pulses in Steve’s hot hand and reminds them both that-
“‘Finally’,” Steve complains, as Danny hastens to don the condom.
“‘Don’t be such a backseat driver,” Danny hisses, rubbing on a coat of lubricant.
“‘I wouldn’t dream of it,” Steve replies, and then Danny has moved between his legs and started pushing in, a different sensation from those questing fingers, hot and full and heavenly.
“‘Jesus,” Steve sighs, and Danny looks down at him fondly for a moment before he starts to move.
Steve’s legs grip Danny’s sides with just enough friction that Danny finds his prostate unerringly on every stroke. Danny, for his part, quickly loses himself in the tight compress of Steve’s channel, in the blinding openness - too much to handle right now - of McGarrett’s regard. It’s true, it has been a long time since he was with a partner of either sex, and he’s forgotten how intense it can be with a man - how intense things already are with Steve, and how bad an idea this probably is - Much, much worse than Chin about Kono.
But then he forgets to worry about all that - about the usual epic McGarrett freak-out, not to mention Danny’s own patented Williams meltdown - as Steve is starting to babble under him, his voice breaking, and then Danny presses in, hard, bucking through his orgasm as slick fingers grip Steve’s dick and they climax as one and it’s just too much.
When Danny remembers to shuck the condom, he still has so little motor control that he manages to empty most of the contents onto Steve’s bed. Steve has him held in a loose embrace, gently stroking Danny’s chest, until Danny grunts something about going to the bathroom. He rolls over, but he has mistaken the size of the bed, apparently, as off he goes into the air in graceless slow motion. Steve is already throwing himself across the mattress as Danny lands with most of his weight on one knee.
“‘Jesus, Danny,” Steve cries, and he has vaulted over the bed before Danny can even open his mouth to swear.
“Ow,” says Danny. And: “Fuck.”
But Steve looks so funny, with a big splash of ejaculate smeared into his chest hair and a comically anxious expression, that Danny just rolls his eyes and, with Steve’s help, gets to his feet. He extends his leg a couple of times, but the pain is already receding, and he reaches for Steve and says: “‘It’s O.K., McGarrett, I don’t break that easy.”
“That’s good,” Steve replies, pushing Danny back on the bed, “‘cause I don’t think we’re done here.”
“‘Probably not,” Danny agrees, and then Steve has his hands on Danny’s flanks, easing them apart, and Danny gives him a blinding smile. “‘Great minds,” he adds, and Steve leans down as they take turns plundering the other’s mouth.
“‘Fuck, yeah,” Steve says, breaking off the kissing when Danny starts to rock against him.
“‘Now,” Danny tells him, reaching blindly for the lube. “‘Keep in mind it’s-”
“‘Been a while, yeah.”
Steve is conscientious, that’s for damn sure, and Danny is only capable of a wheedling moan when McGarrett finally determines that they are both ready. Now it’s his turn to suit up, and Danny’s eyes light up as he watches Steve’s fist moving in a hypnotic cadence. “‘Now,” he breathes, too far gone to demand.
“‘You got it,” Steve says, and he’s pushing Danny’s knees up, up, until Danny is almost bent in half, and then he’s got the big head pressed against the yielding flesh and in goes the long body, too, and Danny just sighs happily as Steve begins to thrust.
His knee twinges, but he feels too good to care at present. His arms flail, searching for something to hold onto, and he settles on Steve’s broad shoulders, fingers grasping the toned skin as Steve finds his rhythm.
“‘Fucking fuck,” Danny pants, and it’s clear to them both that this is a compliment.
“‘At your service,” Steve says, irrelevantly, and then their bodies demand their undivided attention until Steve freezes above him, shuddering through his release, and Danny works a hand in between them and jerks off against Steve’s quivering belly until he comes messily and at length.
“‘We’ll have to do this again some time,” he murmurs, happily, as Steve sets him back down against the bed. “‘Cold,” he adds, squirming against the wet spot, and then Steve is pulling up the sheet and then the blanket, and Danny suspects he’s probably having a freak-out - I will, too, but not now; tomorrow, he decides, groggily - and then Steve is nudging him awake, mask in place, and telling him he’ll be late to pick up Grace.
“‘Hold up,” Danny says, sleepily, reaching out to keep Steve on the bed. “‘What about my ‘good morning’ kiss?”
“‘Danny,” Steve warns, eyes averted.
“‘Don’t Danny me. I slept in the wet spot, which is just gross, so the least you can do is give me a ‘good morning’ kiss - and, nice job last night. I give it an 8½.”
Steve sighs. “‘Danny.”
“Danny,” he mimics. “‘Listen, I don’t care if we never do this again - well, that would be a lie - but for the sake of argument, let’s pretend this happened, we both enjoyed it - yes?”
“‘Yes,” Steve murmurs.
“‘To recap, then - and thanks! - we did it, it was fun, we might do it again, and - oh, shit! I’m late to pick up Grace!”
And it’s Danny’s turn to vault out of bed, and Steve’s turn to watch, warily, as Danny flies across the room and into the bathroom, chiding himself the whole way.
He wants to hold onto his fresh fears about what last night means, if anything, but instead he’s musing on how Danny looks in motion, naked, graceful, and so he decides to lie back down again and doze until Danny gets back from his shower. They’ll probably continue the conversation - well, Danny will argue, and Steve will accede with appropriate reservations - and, maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll get a ‘good morning’ kiss.
Continued in [ To Advise and Consent]
© TNL 2010
A sequel to [ (Consenting) Adult]
By TNL
Danny lets himself out of Steve’s room and pads down the hallway. He’s got a hand out to feel for the doorknob when he thinks, Hey! Steve was jerking off in there!, and then he’s shouldering the guest room door open and shuffling forward until he can slip back into his bed.
He lies there in the dark, feeling winded, for - and he checks his watch more than once - fifteen minutes. He listens, and it sounds like Steve is still awake, until curiosity propels him out of bed and into the hall, where he can see light from Steve’s room stealing out into the corridor. Danny waits a moment longer, throat gone dry, and then he knocks.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Hey,” Danny replies, sticking his head around the door. He doesn’t know what to say, so he continues: “I just didn’t want you to think I was hittin’ on Kono” - Whuh? Where did that come from?, but it’s too late to stop - “I mean, Chin would kill me, obviously, and he’s already had a word with me, serious like a heart attack, and-”
“It’s O.K.,” Steve rumbles from his bed, “it was for the job; I get it.”
Danny feels, obscurely, that this constitutes an invitation, so he ventures into Steve’s room again.
“‘Can’t sleep,” he complains, coming to a halt near the head of the bed. Now he has time to check Steve out, from tousled hair to bad boy tattoos to alert nipples. The room is faintly redolent of something bittersweet, like cranberries.
“‘I know,” Steve says, and he’s patting the mattress and sliding over. “‘If we’re gonna talk, this is more comfortable.”
“‘Who says we’re gonna talk?” Danny replies, and then he sits down, perched gingerly on the edge of the bed.
“I dunno,” Steve grunts. “‘You just had that look.”
“‘That look’?” Danny contemplates Steve’s remark and decides it’s funny. “‘The look’ like you get before you’re gonna get me killed? ‘I got a look like that?”
“Uh huh,” say Steve, and the moment stretches comfortably: he’s not going to explain, apparently.
“‘You were beating off in here,” Danny observes, his eyes widening in comic horror as he hears himself speak.
Steve gives him an amused smile. “Yeah, that’s ‘the look,’” he says: “the one that says ‘I’m gonna open my mouth and just wait until you hear what comes out of it.’”
“‘Well, you were,” says Danny, still alert in case the crazy mofo decides he wants to bust his chops.
“‘So maybe I was,” Steve allows. “‘What’re you gonna do about it?”
Danny chuffs a breath. “Let me just say, you are one crazy mofo.”
Steve frowns at him. “‘Don’t bring my mother into this.”
He shrugs, stealing another look at Steve’s bare chest: this is some game of chicken. “‘This is you bein’ subtle, huh? ‘Cause my eyes tell me one thing, and my head tells me-”
“‘You, uh, don’t need an engraved invita-” Steve interjects, and Danny has already launched himself onto the bed. Steve growls playfully at his new burden and wraps them both in the blanket and sheet and they’re kissing now with Danny trapped between Steve’s thighs, and he’s had such a long drought that he gasps “‘Fuck! It’s been a while.”
“‘A while’ since what?” Steve husks, a hand out to guide their mouths back together.
When Danny next has a chance, he answers: “Since I got any action. ‘Even longer since it was a guy.”
“‘Then this is your lucky day,” Steve notes, and it’s Danny’s turn to laugh and he’s stripping the bedclothes away, watching avidly as Steve twists out of his briefs. The way Steve arranges himself on the bed, legs parted with his big dick canting off to one side, suggests a preference, and Danny gets up on his knees to strip off his boxers. Steve gathers him back up, fitting them together, so their erections grind together and it’s hot and already slightly messy and Danny’s probably going to fire off like a teenage boy.
“‘Condoms,” Steve mutters, biting his lip as he awaits Danny’s reaction, and Danny thinks he’s seeing a new side of McGarrett’s insane conscientiousness.
“‘Thought you’d never ask,” he replies, leaning in for another kiss, and then he’s off the bed, chest heaving as he looks past his own demanding cock at Steve, all debauched and elegant across the rumpled bed.
“‘Bathroom,” Steve tells him, reaching for his own dick, and Danny slaps at his hand reflexively and says:
“Hold your damn horses.”
“‘Hurry up, then,” says Steve, unrepentantly continuing his fist’s slow glide.
“‘All fucking right,” Danny replies, trotting off to the double closet.
“‘Other way, Danno.”
“‘Thanks for nothing, McGarrett.”
He roots through the medicine cabinet and then Steve’s shaving kit, finding condoms and lube buried at the bottom of the latter. He’s already flicking the bottle top open as he comes back into the bedroom, and Steve is up on his knees with a finger up his ass and-
“‘I told you to wait,” he complains, throwing all the condoms on the bed.
“‘Ambitious,” Steve replies, the strain evident in his voice as he presses another digit against his pucker.
“‘Have you even looked in the mirror lately?” says Danny. “‘This, by the way, is a very good look for you.”
“Thanks.”
“‘On your back. I told you I would handle that,” Danny says, kneeling beside him and pouring out half the bottle’s contents.
“‘Whenever you have the time,” McGarrett replies, cheekily, as he rearranges himself on the bed. “‘Feels damn good.”
“‘I know, you idiot. ‘So let me-” and he tugs at Steve’s wrist and quickly replaces Steve’s fingers with his own.
“Ooh . . . yeahh,” Steve sighs, enjoying the strange touch.
“‘I told you,” Danny says, shortly.
“‘I believed you; I was just-”
“Yeah, yeah,” says Danny, giving him a lopsided grin, “you always jump the gun.”
Steve is reaching for Danny’s dick, which pulses in Steve’s hot hand and reminds them both that-
“‘Finally’,” Steve complains, as Danny hastens to don the condom.
“‘Don’t be such a backseat driver,” Danny hisses, rubbing on a coat of lubricant.
“‘I wouldn’t dream of it,” Steve replies, and then Danny has moved between his legs and started pushing in, a different sensation from those questing fingers, hot and full and heavenly.
“‘Jesus,” Steve sighs, and Danny looks down at him fondly for a moment before he starts to move.
Steve’s legs grip Danny’s sides with just enough friction that Danny finds his prostate unerringly on every stroke. Danny, for his part, quickly loses himself in the tight compress of Steve’s channel, in the blinding openness - too much to handle right now - of McGarrett’s regard. It’s true, it has been a long time since he was with a partner of either sex, and he’s forgotten how intense it can be with a man - how intense things already are with Steve, and how bad an idea this probably is - Much, much worse than Chin about Kono.
But then he forgets to worry about all that - about the usual epic McGarrett freak-out, not to mention Danny’s own patented Williams meltdown - as Steve is starting to babble under him, his voice breaking, and then Danny presses in, hard, bucking through his orgasm as slick fingers grip Steve’s dick and they climax as one and it’s just too much.
When Danny remembers to shuck the condom, he still has so little motor control that he manages to empty most of the contents onto Steve’s bed. Steve has him held in a loose embrace, gently stroking Danny’s chest, until Danny grunts something about going to the bathroom. He rolls over, but he has mistaken the size of the bed, apparently, as off he goes into the air in graceless slow motion. Steve is already throwing himself across the mattress as Danny lands with most of his weight on one knee.
“‘Jesus, Danny,” Steve cries, and he has vaulted over the bed before Danny can even open his mouth to swear.
“Ow,” says Danny. And: “Fuck.”
But Steve looks so funny, with a big splash of ejaculate smeared into his chest hair and a comically anxious expression, that Danny just rolls his eyes and, with Steve’s help, gets to his feet. He extends his leg a couple of times, but the pain is already receding, and he reaches for Steve and says: “‘It’s O.K., McGarrett, I don’t break that easy.”
“That’s good,” Steve replies, pushing Danny back on the bed, “‘cause I don’t think we’re done here.”
“‘Probably not,” Danny agrees, and then Steve has his hands on Danny’s flanks, easing them apart, and Danny gives him a blinding smile. “‘Great minds,” he adds, and Steve leans down as they take turns plundering the other’s mouth.
“‘Fuck, yeah,” Steve says, breaking off the kissing when Danny starts to rock against him.
“‘Now,” Danny tells him, reaching blindly for the lube. “‘Keep in mind it’s-”
“‘Been a while, yeah.”
Steve is conscientious, that’s for damn sure, and Danny is only capable of a wheedling moan when McGarrett finally determines that they are both ready. Now it’s his turn to suit up, and Danny’s eyes light up as he watches Steve’s fist moving in a hypnotic cadence. “‘Now,” he breathes, too far gone to demand.
“‘You got it,” Steve says, and he’s pushing Danny’s knees up, up, until Danny is almost bent in half, and then he’s got the big head pressed against the yielding flesh and in goes the long body, too, and Danny just sighs happily as Steve begins to thrust.
His knee twinges, but he feels too good to care at present. His arms flail, searching for something to hold onto, and he settles on Steve’s broad shoulders, fingers grasping the toned skin as Steve finds his rhythm.
“‘Fucking fuck,” Danny pants, and it’s clear to them both that this is a compliment.
“‘At your service,” Steve says, irrelevantly, and then their bodies demand their undivided attention until Steve freezes above him, shuddering through his release, and Danny works a hand in between them and jerks off against Steve’s quivering belly until he comes messily and at length.
“‘We’ll have to do this again some time,” he murmurs, happily, as Steve sets him back down against the bed. “‘Cold,” he adds, squirming against the wet spot, and then Steve is pulling up the sheet and then the blanket, and Danny suspects he’s probably having a freak-out - I will, too, but not now; tomorrow, he decides, groggily - and then Steve is nudging him awake, mask in place, and telling him he’ll be late to pick up Grace.
“‘Hold up,” Danny says, sleepily, reaching out to keep Steve on the bed. “‘What about my ‘good morning’ kiss?”
“‘Danny,” Steve warns, eyes averted.
“‘Don’t Danny me. I slept in the wet spot, which is just gross, so the least you can do is give me a ‘good morning’ kiss - and, nice job last night. I give it an 8½.”
Steve sighs. “‘Danny.”
“Danny,” he mimics. “‘Listen, I don’t care if we never do this again - well, that would be a lie - but for the sake of argument, let’s pretend this happened, we both enjoyed it - yes?”
“‘Yes,” Steve murmurs.
“‘To recap, then - and thanks! - we did it, it was fun, we might do it again, and - oh, shit! I’m late to pick up Grace!”
And it’s Danny’s turn to vault out of bed, and Steve’s turn to watch, warily, as Danny flies across the room and into the bathroom, chiding himself the whole way.
He wants to hold onto his fresh fears about what last night means, if anything, but instead he’s musing on how Danny looks in motion, naked, graceful, and so he decides to lie back down again and doze until Danny gets back from his shower. They’ll probably continue the conversation - well, Danny will argue, and Steve will accede with appropriate reservations - and, maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll get a ‘good morning’ kiss.
Continued in [ To Advise and Consent]
© TNL 2010