Fic: A Work in Progress Part 1 of 2

[thegrrrl2002]

Title: A Work in Progress, Part 1
Authors: delicatale and thegrrrl2002
Fandom: H50
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: ~13,000
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Five times Steve and Danny have sex in places they shouldn't.
Authors note: So, it's basically a porn-fest. We had so much fun writing this! delicatale is the awesomest. I'm just sayin'.


Steve and Danny’s relationship didn’t start with sex, but when the sex did start, it did because of Danny. Well, Steve blames Danny, and Danny blames Steve, but in Steve’s opinion, it really was all of Danny’s fault. Danny, and his hips, and his freckles, and his shoulders, and his hair, and his lips.

And everything else, right, but mostly, these. Really Danny started it all when he got naked in front of Steve in the communal showers at HQ, completely unashamed and unbothered and gorgeous. Steve has showered with a ton of guys before, it’s not really a problem and he can keep himself in check, but Danny--Danny’s been different from the very beginning, and he looks different from any SEAL and sailor Steve has ever been around and Steve doesn’t know what to do with himself as he see the water cascading down Danny’s back.

He supposes it's totally Danny's fault for always being so dressed all the time, in his button down shirts and trousers. Hell, he's never even seen Danny in shorts. So now, with all that naked wet Danny skin right there in front of him, it's impossible to look away. Especially with the water streaming down Danny's broad shoulders and flowing to the center of his back, down to the small of his back and over his ass, between his cheeks and wow, if Steve thought Danny's ass looked fantastic in his blue pants, it's truly in it's full glory without any clothing at all.

And then Danny shuts the water off, turns and grabs his towel from the hook. "Steve--catch you outside, okay?"

Steve drags his eyes up to Danny's face, cheeks growing warm. "Uh. Right."

Danny hesitates, cocking his head to the side for a second. “Were you--were you checking me out?”

“Huh, no.”

“Okay, is that a thing you do between Navy SEALs or something? Because let me tell you, it does not help your social skills. Don’t look at people like that, Steve, it will make them uncomfortable.”

Steve stills, seeing Danny look him up and down in the same kind of manner, as if wanting to give back just as good as he got. But then he takes in Danny’s words.

“Did it make you uncomfortable?”

"Do I look uncomfortable?" Danny takes a step toward Steve and spreads his arms, towel hanging down from one hand.

"No," Steve says, looking Danny over. Shamelessly. "You look wet."

There are droplets of water clinging to Danny everywhere, dripping down over his chest, running along his shoulders and clinging to the tip of his nose.

"Perhaps because I just showered," Danny explains evenly. "Which, by the way, if you plan on doing, you might want to actually turn the water on." Danny gestures up at the showerhead behind Steve. "Works a lot better that way. So I hear."

He tosses the towel over his shoulder, turns and saunters out toward the lockers.

Steve lets his forehead rest against the cold tiles of shower wall, closing his eyes for a second. He is so atrociously fucked, because he’s seen Danny naked now, and he’s never going to be able to forget how he looks under all these clothes, the golden hairs and the muscles in his shoulders and the freckles dusting his skin. His ass is a true thing of beauty, Steve isn’t going to lie to himself about it, and his cock, beautiful as well; Danny is going to haunt Steve’s thoughts for the rest of his life, the bastard. Steve is so fucked, and he desperately need to do something about it, sort himself out, sort Danny out.

Steve turns on the shower, forcing his body to stay calm, but the hot spray hitting his skin just makes him even more riled up, angry at himself for being so stupidly horny. Danny does that to him, with his lack of shame and his abundance of confidence, it’s attractive, Steve can’t help himself.

That’s what he tells himself when he reaches down for his cock and grips it in his soap-slick hand, letting out a soft sigh at the sensation. It’s not Danny but it’ll have to do, a quick, slightly guilty handjob in the shower before going back to work.

He turns slightly, away from the spray so the soap doesn't wash away from his hand. A long, slow pull on his cock and Steve grunts, lost in thoughts of Danny. He swipes water from his face with his other hand and as he blinks his eyes open, he catches a movement out of the corner of his eye.

Danny. Watching him.

Mortified, Steve lets go of his cock, his heart racing.

"Sorry," Danny says. "I was just, I wanted to check with you on the report--" He waves his hands in the air, his face and chest flushed pink, his towel now wrapped securely around his waist.

"Sure." Steve doesn't know what to do with his hands. "I, uh--" He scratches the back of his neck.

"I know, I know, there are things a guy's gotta do," Danny says with a nod. "Usually in the privacy of their own home, but hey. I'm not complaining." He grins at Steve, a positively filthy, suggestive grin.

"Danny," Steve snaps. He doesn't know what to do with that smile, honestly, he suspects Danny is messing with him now and he wishes he wasn't so damn naked. And hard. "What did you need to ask me?"

Danny strolls closer, just to the edge of the shower spray, eyes drifting down to Steve's groin. "I was going to ask you about the report. But now I think I have another question in mind."

Steve dry-swallows around the lump in his throat, unwilling to let Danny mock him from now to the end of time because of this, it’s embarrassing enough that he got caught.

“What’s that?”

“Is it me who got you hard, Steve?” Danny’s voice is serious, and his eyes are dark in the bright artificial lights of the large shower room, his face tilted up to look at Steve. “Because if it’s me who got you hard, and you’ve not made a move yet, you’re an idiot. I’ve not made a move because I thought you didn’t want this,” Danny gestures between the two of them, growing more agitated. “But if you did, and you neglected to own up and talk to me about it, I’ll be pissed, Steve. Because that’d mean we could have been -”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss, pressing Danny against the cold tiled wall as he leans down to lick his way inside Danny’s mouth, hopefully getting Danny to forget his own name and how to ramble on and on. Because Danny wants Steve, he just made that clear, so Steve doesn’t see a reason to hesitate anymore. He probably won’t get a second chance.

When Steve pulls away, breathless, Danny punches his chest, not hard enough to hurt. “Idiot, seriously. So, what made you hard, really? Is it my whole magnificent body, or did you like a part in particular?”

Steve growls, wanting to kiss Danny again, not to talk; talking is superfluous but Danny likes it so much, it’s probably his idea of foreplay, and for now, Steve is hard but Danny isn’t. So foreplay it is.

“Your confidence. I liked that, although now I wonder if you didn’t just play me. Also, these.” Steve leans further down, licking at the freckles dusting the curve of Danny’s shoulder, tasting soap and Danny’s skin.

"What?" Danny looks genuinely confused as he cranes his neck, trying to look down at his shoulder.

"And this right, right here." Steve lifts Danny's arm and sinks his teeth into the muscles on Danny's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. "And this." He nips Danny's biceps.

"Okay." Danny's breathless and looks a bit stunned.

"And," Steve says, dropping down to his knees, sliding his hands down Danny chest as he goes. "Here. Right here." He pulls the towel away and mouths Danny's hip, sucking a mark onto Danny's pale skin.

Danny shudders and lets out a high pitched whimper and fuck, it's intoxicating.

Steve pulls Danny from the wall, turning him around with rough hands. "And this, god damn it, Danny. This." He palms Danny's ass with both hands, sliding his thumbs in between, spreading his cheeks..

There's a thunk as Danny's head hits the wall. "Fuck, Steve." He pushes back, pushes his ass directly into Steve's hands and it makes Steve a little crazy to discover Danny is this eager, this fucking easy.

Steve presses a kiss to one cheek, nuzzling the soft golden hairs and then he can't resist biting down gently. He should probably have his head examined, to even consider doing this in a semi-public place but he can't help himself. And Danny, Danny is making soft, almost pitiful noises above him, shifting his weight, rocking slightly on his feet as if he doesn't know what to do with himself and it's impossible to resist.

Steve kisses his way down along the curve of Danny's glorious ass, then spreads Danny cheeks and licks.

“Fuck.”

Steve smiles, pulling away and looking up, seeing Danny looking over his shoulder, down at Steve, his eyes hooded.

“C’mere. C’mon, c’mere.” Danny tugs at Steve’s hair and Steve moves up, kissing Danny again, feeling suddenly more in control than Danny looks. Danny pushes Steve away, forcing their eyes to meet.

“You--this is not something you do on a first time, Steve, what the hell, give a guy some warning!”

“You asked what turns me on. Did you not like that?" Steve asks. "You sounded like you did.”

“That is not the point, McGarrett.”

“No? You sure? I can try again, if you want.”

Danny closes his hands, his fingers flexing where they’re curled around Steve’s ribs. He looks flushed, hot, despite the cold water splashing them from Steve’s shower.

“Well, I guess you didn’t have much time to show me all your skills...”

Steve grins, falling back down to his knees as Danny turns around eagerly, resuming their earlier position. Steve gets down to business, licking Danny's wet, clean skin, hands spreading Danny wide, exposing him. Steve can't get enough of it, the feel of sensitive skin against his tongue, the way Danny's muscles tremble under his hands. It's incredibly intimate, having his face pressed against Danny like this. Steve could get lost in it, he can come from just this, sliding his tongue inside, and the way Danny's entire body vibrates when he moans, it's incredible.

Steve pulls back to catch his breath, he's panting like he's running a marathon. Danny's skin is flushed pink, decorated with droplets of water from the spray. Steve runs a finger along Danny's hole, catching the water, then slips his wet finger inside, watching Danny's shoulder muscles flex as Danny drops his head and pushes back with a small cry.

Danny is tight and hot around his finger and Steve wants to fuck him, right here in the showers, but he has nothing to use, no lube, no supplies.

Danny moves again, an arm dropping down and Steve realizes he's stroking himself and oh no, that's just wrong. "Danny," he growls, pulling Danny's arm away.

"Please, Steve--" Danny's voice is low and broken, barely audible above the noise of the shower.

Steve pushes his finger in further, making Danny gasp and push back against him, moving even further away from the wall, giving Steve room to slip between Danny's legs and rest his ass on the cold tile floor, his back against the wall and his finger still pressed deep inside Danny's body.

And Danny's hard cock, right there in front of him.

Danny hangs his head down. "Fuck".

Steve grins, looking up at Danny. “We can do that later, maybe.”

“I feel like I should really be confused and annoyed that the roles are completely reversed, here--I was in control, earlier, why am I the one whimpering now?”

“I’m just that good?” Steve asks.

“Oh, please don’t say that, this is so not attractive.”

Steve just chuckles, breathing damp over Danny’s thigh, unable to resist biting lightly, not wanting to leave a mark, but wanting to feel the muscles under his tongue. He trails his lips up to Danny’s cock, kissing along the length of it, up to the tip, flicking his tongue against it as he looks up at Danny, watching Danny’s parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes. Danny gasps loudly when Steve slides his mouth around Danny's cock, as deep as he can, relaxing his muscles around Danny’s erection, closing his eyes as the taste of Danny invades his senses once again.

There’s something tangy and sweet about the precome leaking from the tip of Danny’s cock, and Steve hums in appreciation, making Danny groan loudly, the sound bouncing off the tiles of the shower room. Fuck, they’re in HQ, this is so fucked up, yet Steve can’t find it in himself to speed the process.

And now Danny is making these little keening noises, moving his hips in time with Steve’s tongue, shallow little thrusts until Steve grabs Danny’s ass with his free hand, his own cock so hard it hurts, but needing Danny to lose control. Danny gives in when Steve gropes at his ass until Danny starts moving faster, harder.

Steve pushes his finger in further, hoping it's not too uncomfortable without any lube. Danny groans, hips jerking forward and Steve's head thumps against the wall.

"Jeeze--fuck, sorry, Steve," Danny says, his voice rough as he curls a hand around the back of Steve's head.

It didn't hurt at all, so Steve laughs, patting Danny's ass encouragingly as he sucks hard, lips moving down Danny's cock with firm, steady pressure.

"Oh god," Danny says, pushing in and fucking Steve's mouth. "You are a fucking lunatic, I swear, a fucking amazing lunatic, I am never, you just--"

He breaks off, thrusts growing short and jerky. He's getting close, Steve can feel it in the swelling of his cock, the tension in his muscles and Steve groans, he's aching with need himself and wants Danny to come, wants Danny to push his cock down his throat, wants Danny to come all over him. He wants everything at once.

Danny's fingers twitch in his hair and with a choked cry Danny comes, hips moving sharply. He pulls away from Steve and with a frustrated noise Steve follows, sucking hard, swallowing Danny down. He tries to hold Danny steady, slipping his finger free and cupping Danny's ass with both hands. With one final convulsive shake Danny pulls free, then sinks down onto the floor, looking more dazed than Steve's ever seen.

"You," Danny says, shaking his head. "Are a menace. God, I love you."

Steve stills - he was not expecting that one. He was not expecting any of this to happen, really, but now it has, and his heart suddenly feels too big for his chest as he presses himself to Danny, unable to say the words back but Danny knows, without a doubt, from the way he treads his fingers through the hair at the back of Steve’s head, to the way he kisses his temple.

Steve is still hard, going a little mad with the taste of Danny in his mouth, the press of Danny’s chest against his own, the feel of Danny’s skin under his lips. He wants more, needs more, he needs to come so much he’s almost shaking.

“Danny - Danny,” Steve pants, and Danny pulls away, looking down in Steve’s eyes, his fingers pressing under Steve’s cheekbone. His free hand trails down Steve’s chest until it’s wrapped around his aching cock, and Steve tilts his head back, eyes forcefully closed as he thrusts his hips up into Danny’s hold.

He comes in a frighteningly quick time, spilling over himself and Danny, trembling and holding on to Danny for dear life.

“God, Danny.” Steve is a little stunned, still amazed that this has happened and now he doesn't know what to say.

Danny grins. “I thought this might happen, at some point.”

"You did?" Steve asks.

"You seemed...interested." Danny kisses Steve, rubbing his thumb along Steve's jaw.

"You seemed straight. I mean, you were married." Steve had honestly thought he never had a chance.

"Don't make me have to explain human sexuality to you, Steve." Danny shakes his head. He's laughing now, and Steve suspects it's at his expense. "Listen--"

There's a sound from the other room, a locker door slamming shut. Danny raises his eyebrows and Steve scrambles to his feet, tugging Danny up with him. "We'll continue this tonight," he whispers.

Danny nods, picking up his now-wet towel from the floor. He's still smiling, a sly, content smile as he heads out toward the lockers and Steve hopes that no one sees him, because that's the smile of someone who just got laid.

Steve steps back under the shower spray, grinning as he rinses off.

****

They actually do have sex in a bed after that, Steve's bed, usually. Along with Steve's couch and Steve's floor and on one warm night, on the beach behind Steve's house. But generally they behave like responsible adults, keeping it behind closed doors.

Until the volleyball game. On the beach, with Kono and her friends. Despite the sea breeze, the evening is warm and humid and the air is sticky and when Danny pulls off his shirt, Steve can't stop staring. He’s trying to keep playing so they won’t get trampled by Kono and her friends, but Danny is hypnotizing, his shoulder muscles shifting and rolling under his lightly sun-kissed skin, and Steve wants to touch him. He finds excuses, reaches out, a hand brushing along Danny’s back or his shoulder, fingers along his neck, he even trips on purpose once, just to fall flat on top of Danny.

He takes a moment to nuzzle Danny’s shoulder, to take in the warm press of skin against his body, the intense body heat Danny is radiating, before Danny starts trying to push him off.

“Get off me, you doofus! What is the matter with you?” Danny wipes sand from his chest as he sits up, Steve on his knees in front of him, Kono and her friends giggling themselves sick on the other side of the net.

“Sorry, Danno.”

Danny gives Steve one dark look before he seems to catch something in Steve’s eye that makes him still, his eyebrow raising. Steve slowly gets back to his feet, holding his hand out to Danny, who takes it and pulls himself up as well, body close to Steve.

“Let’s wrap this up quickly, huh, babe?” Danny says in a soft voice.

Steve nods, mesmerized once again by the freckles on Danny's shoulders. The sun has brought them out, and there seems to be more of them today, scattered down his back..

"Hey, you guys going to play ball or what?" Kono asks, laughing. "Volleyball, I mean."

"Excuse me, young lady?" Danny looks properly aghast. "I don't know what you think you are implying--"

"Come on," Steve says, reaching for the ball. "Let's finish out the game at least. If you can stop laughing long enough to actually play, Kono."

It turns out that Kono can laugh and play at the same time.

It doesn't take long to finish. Steve doesn't actually throw the game, it certainly isn't his intention, but his concentration is gone. Because Danny's in front of him now, playing the net and all Steve can think about is how Danny's shorts sag down low enough to expose the upper curve of his ass. It doesn't seem to matter that just this morning Steve had his hands on that ass, sinking himself deep into the heat of Danny's warm, sleepy body. He wants Danny all over again, Danny with his sweaty skin and thick muscles and wind-ruffled hair and that grin, that smug grin as he spikes the ball over the net and really, someone so small shouldn't be able to play that good and it's pretty fucking hot.

So they lose. Of course they lose, Steve keeps on letting the ball drop just to see Danny bend down and pick it up, it’s ridiculous and they totally could have won, but they lose, and Steve isn’t even bothered by it. They all plop down in a circle as the girls talk about going night surfing.

“Damn, we forgot to bring in the six pack, Steve.”

“No, we left it in the car, in the cooler, so it wouldn’t get hot under the sun. I’ll go get it.” Steve stands and starts his way back up to the truck, not mistaking the heavy footsteps behind him.

“Hey, McGarrett, wait up!”

Steve stops, waiting for Danny to join him. “You do realize I don’t need your help carrying a cooler down the beach?”

“You do realize I know perfectly what game you’re playing at? If I didn’t follow you now you’d have found some weird excuse to get me alone somewhere, and Kono would never let us live it down.”

“Because you think she will now?”

“No, but at least that was sort of a valid excuse.”

Steve snorts, opening the truck and jumping in the back of the cab to reach for the cooler. Danny stays out, holding his hand out, “Give it here.”

Danny grabs the cooler and leaves it on the ground before climbing in the truck, forcing Steve to lie down on the leather seats as Danny crowds him in, looking down at Steve with a feral glint in his eyes.

“Think I didn’t catch you, staring at my ass all the time? You’re hardly subtle, babe.”

"You got eyes in the back of your head?" Steve asks, arms encircling Danny's body.

"I can feel it. I can feel you staring." Danny nips Steve's chin. "My skin begins to heat up from the intensity."

Steve snorts with laughter.

"What? Like I said, you're not subtle." Danny licks Steve's neck.

"And you are?" Steve gets his hands into Danny's hair, ruffling it up even further.

"Yes. I am the King of Subtle."

Steve laughs again, then has to kiss the indignant look off of Danny's face. Danny's body is warm and sweaty against his, and he takes a moment to push his own t-shirt up in order to rub his chest and belly against Danny's.

"Okay, okay," Danny gasps, pushing himself away from Steve after a moment. "I have an idea. Let's get back to the beach, have a polite but quick beer with young folk, and head back to your place and fuck like bunnies."

Steve sits up. It's the best idea he's heard all day. "Okay. Right." The cab of the truck is cramped and Danny is practically in his lap so it's easy to pull him in for another kiss.

Danny comes willingly, his kiss intent and full of promise and Steve can feel the warmth of the sun on his skin and the soft curls of hair on Danny's chest tickles his fingers.

"Steven--" Danny breaks off the kiss as Steve rubs his thumb over a nipple.

Steve kisses the side Danny's neck and Danny shivers against him. "Huh?"

"I followed you out here," he says breathlessly, "for a little makeout session. An appetizer, so to speak."

"Yeah?" Steve discovers that Danny's shorts are loose enough that he can slide his hand up Danny's thigh underneath. Not quite far enough to cup Danny's ass, but close. He gropes around a little, feeling slightly tacky skin under his fingers, and Danny groans, nipping at Steve’s bottom lip.

“Yeah. A little making out like teenagers, make us feel young again," Danny continues, his voice growing tight.

“We are young, Danny.” Steve licks Danny’s earlobe, nips at it lightly before kissing Danny again, swallowing Danny’s moan as his tongue pushes in, his hands cradling Danny close. Danny pulls away, breathing hard against Steve’s mouth.

“We should go, now.”

“Don’t think I can keep it to only making out, Danny.” Steve thrusts his hips up, making his erection very clear to Danny. Danny groans, training his lips along Steve’s shoulder, biting on the curve of it.

“We can’t, Steve.”

“We can," Steve insists, drunk on Danny's touch. "It’s dark, nobody will see us.”

“You really get off on the possibility of getting caught, don’t you?” Danny asks.

"No," Steve insists. "It's not like that. I just--you and me, you know?" It's hard to explain how Danny makes him greedy, makes him want it all right now, damn the consequences. And sure, maybe the thought that someone might discover them does make his heart race a bit faster, but that's not the whole story.

"No, I don't know. But what I do know is that there's not enough room in the cab of this truck to do anything worthwhile." Danny presses a hand against Steve's erection. "As enticing as this may be."

Steve groans and pulls Danny in for another kiss, desperate and hungry. He's got his hand on Danny's cock now, stroking him through his shorts and Danny somehow manages to press in closer, pushing against Steve's hand.

"Oh, god," Danny says, breaking off the kiss to press his face against Steve's neck. "We're doing this, aren't we?"

A sudden thrill at Danny's words and Steve nods, unfastening Danny shorts.

"Handjobs, Steve," Danny growls against Steve's skin. "Nothing fancy, just handjobs, we get it done and god help me, if we get arrested for indecent exposure--oh, fuck."

Steve's got his hand wrapped around Danny's hot, hard cock. Danny thrusts into it, groaning against Steve’s neck, the two of them wrapped tightly around each other, fingers in hair and inside shorts, sweaty tasting skin under their lips. They're moving in rhythm and Danny’s hand soon finds its way inside Steve’s shorts as well. It’s possible the truck is rocking with them, but Steve really can’t give a damn about it with Danny stroking him strong and fast, a little dry, just fucking perfect.

“Right there--god, Steve, yes,” Danny mumbles against Steve's skin.

Steve rolls his hips as he feel himself growing closer to his orgasm, his stomach fluttering as he kisses Danny again, a little sloppy, mouths off center and noses crushed against each other, another one that is more shared breaths and tongues than a real kiss. It’s hot in the cab of the truck now, and they’re sliding against the leather, so Steve drops a foot to the floor to keep them steady, more thrusting into each other than stroking each other by now.

Steve comes first, a sharp rush of pleasure, god, so fucking good after being on edge for so long. Danny's mouth is pressed up against his cheek, murmuring encouragement and somehow, Steve manages to keep his hand on Danny, wrapped tight around his cock. It doesn't take long for Danny to come too, hips twisting as he nearly slides off the car seat and Steve has to grab onto Danny's arm to keep him in place.

"Damn it," Danny growls, his wet, slick hand sliding over Steve's stomach, clumsy now. "I swear to god, from now on, we are doing this in a bed."

Steve laughs and kisses Danny, even though Danny is still complaining. He kisses Danny until Danny shuts up, until Danny is curled up against him. "I mean it, Steve," Danny insists, but his words are gentle as he noses Steve's cheek. "I think I pulled something in my back."

"Okay," Steve says, happy and agreeable as he rubs Danny's back. "Beds. From now on."

****

They do respect their promise; for a while, anyway. Sex happens in beds and sometimes in showers, but always in private, even after Chin and Kono finds them out--even more after Chin and Kono finds them out. It’s not like they’re talking about it, and about their feelings and whatever this could mean, beyond sex, so the less the Wonder Twins are exposed to it, the less they question the relationship.

But then, one evening, they’re celebrating the end of a case in a bar, the four of them, mostly because Kono was craving chicken wings and Steve didn’t want to cook. So there they were, in a crowded, semi-touristy bar, surrounded by all types of locals and holidayers, such a mix none of them could complain, not even Danny.

Danny, who put himself in the line of fire for this case, went undercover because their killer targeted hao’les, didn’t let Steve get a word in edgewise. Danny, who scared Steve half to death by going straight for their killer without waiting for back up, because he had an opening.

Danny, who’s now all relaxed and sporting a sort of smug smile that is making Steve’s blood boil. Danny, who’s flirting with their waitress like there is no tomorrow and like he didn’t pitch a fit when Steve did the exact same thing a few weeks back.

"No, no, really," Danny says, grinning up at her. "A Mets fan. Tell me how that works?"

She rolls her eyes and tosses her blond hair behind her shoulder. "Isn't it obvious? Considering they're so much better at this little game called baseball than those Yankees."

Chin snickers into his beer. "Them's fighin' words."

"Better?" Danny spreads his arms, more expansive than ever after a few beers. "Better?"

"Not only that," she adds, as she gathers up the empties from the table. "Their fans are awesome."

"Now that, okay, that I can see," Danny says, beaming a smile at her.

"Can we get another round?" Steve asks. It comes out a little more abrupt than he intended so he adds a smile and a "please". He's not sure it helps since the waitress gives him a odd look, then heads off to the bar.

"What is with you?" Danny asks, nudging Steve with his foot. "You're sitting there looking like someone pissed in your Cheerios."

"Nothing is with me, Danny." He glances over at Chin and Kono, but they're busy with their chicken wings, ignoring the conversation.

"Oh, god, you're not still mad about me taking down Anderson, are you?" Danny leans over the table, voice growing softer. "I had an opportunity, and I went for it. It's not like you wouldn't have done the same."

Steve leans close. "And wouldn't you have given me crap for it?"

"Who, me?" Danny sits back. "When do I ever give you crap about anything?"

He smirks at Steve, way too full of himself. Steve entertains thoughts of grabbing Danny by the shirt collar and hauling him across the table and into his lap. Or hell, maybe just throwing him down on the table and ripping open his shirt, right there in front of everyone.

The waitress reappears, beer bottles in hand. "Here you go," she says with a warm smile directed toward Danny. She gives Steve a tentative look as she places the bottle in front of him.

"Don't mind him," Danny says. "He didn't get held enough as a baby."

Steve picks up his bottle and tries to scowl at Danny, tries as hard as he can but Danny is so fucking over-the-top obnoxious that he can't help but laugh, shaking his head in dismay.

"Okay," the waitress says, and she looks a little confused as she slides more bottles in front of Chin and Kono.

"This round will be on him." Danny points his beer bottle at Steve. "While I hit the head."

Steve frowns but never mind, he leaves a few bills on the table as he watches Danny leave, going around them and towards the toilet. Steve follows him with his eyes, his mind going a mile a minute, thinking about pushing Danny into a stall, bend him over and fuck him rough, Danny’s fingers scrabbling against the dirty wall.

Steve’s standing up on following Danny into the toilets without even thinking, halfway there without even realizing, turning around to see Kono raise an eyebrow at him. He ignores her, walking the rest of the way to the toilets almost nonchalantly, knowing he’s not fooling her for a second. When he looks over his shoulder just before stepping inside the restroom, he sees her laugh at him, and then turns back around to Chin.

Inside the toilets, it’s quiet. The music and the buzz of conversation is lessened by the heavy wooden door, and instead of glasses clinking Steve can hear water plick-plocking from pipes to the floor. The air is damp and it doesn’t smell good, but Steve is determined, and he’s not going to let dirty toilets keep him from his goal.

Danny is washing his hands, looking away from Steve until Steve crowds him against the basin and Danny turns around, wet hands on Steve’s chest, his eyes throwing daggers.

“What are you doing, you caveman, would you move away already?”

Steve just growls lightly, leans down and licks at the tendon sticking out in Danny’s neck, the one that drives him crazy, that he has to try and not stare at when they’re out, now that Danny’s not wearing ties any more. Danny whimpers, his hands closing around fistfuls of Steve’s shirt, and he’s tilting his head, allowing Steve a better angle, more space. Steve didn’t even have to try that hard.

Then Danny pushes at Steve, sputtering a little. “No! No, you cheating cheater, no, I am not making out with you in some dingy toilet just because you’re pissed and horny.”

“Were you flirting with her on purpose?” Steve is only just whispering, breathing along Danny’s jaw and completely ignoring Danny trying to push him off. They’re alone in the room but they won’t be for long, so Steve starts moving them towards a stall.

“I wasn’t flirting, and what are you doing, where are you manhandling me to--oh my God I’m going to call the police!”

"You are the police," Steve says, and with one final shove he pushes Danny into the stall.

"That's it, I'm calling me. To report a letch in the bathroom." He's pressed up against Steve now, hands still fisted in Steve's shirt.

"You going to report yourself?" Steve sucks on the skin right along the crook of Danny's shoulder, then scrapes his teeth against it.

Danny makes a wordless sound, a hand moving to Steve's head. Steve raises his head and kisses Danny, with lots of tongue and Danny's just as pushy, hand tightening in Steve's hair. "Oh my god," Danny breathes against Steve's cheek. "You were jealous, weren't you?"

He sounds downright gleeful.

Steve raises an eyebrow, then reaches behind him and pulls the stall door shut.

"Hey, hey, do not give me that look," Danny says, trying to back up.

"What look?" Steve tries for innocent, he truly does but the frown on Danny's face tells him he didn't quite succeed.

"That look." Danny points a finger at Steve. "Right there. The look that says you are forgetting completely our little vow of sex happening only in bed from now on."

Steve slides a hand down Danny's chest, over Danny's stomach and directly onto the crotch of Danny's trousers, where he can feel the swell of an erection.

"That," Danny insists, "is not the point."

“I think,” Steve growls in Danny’s ear, pressing him tighter against the wall, fondling Danny’s cock through his pants to feel it grow harder. “It’s the whole point.”

“No, no, I disagree, see, you’re doing this on purpose, but really, we should not do this at all, it’s a very bad idea, also, not a bed.”

Steve pops open two buttons on Danny’s shirt, pulling back enough to rest his forehead against Danny’s, able to look into his eyes from there. “C’mon, Danny, live a little.”

“You’re just doing this because you want to, to claim me, in some way," Danny insists. "Because you were jealous.”

“I wasn’t,” Steve stops, looks at Danny, considers his options for a second. “Will you let me suck you off if I tell you I was jealous?”

Danny leans back against the wall, chin tilted up in defiance. He looks so glorious, debauched, visibly hard with his hair in disarray, his shirt half-open and his lips red and plump from kissing. Steve has to physically keep himself from just diving in.

“Well, honesty is a turn-on. So are you, on your knees.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but leans forward again, kisses Danny, lightly this time, belying the way he truly feels. Danny grins, loops an arm around Steve’s shoulder and pulls him in again, nipping at Steve’s lips in a series of teasing kisses.

“Admit it, you were jealous.”

“I was jealous. Happy now?” Steve asks.

Danny nods. "I swear, you are so--mmmph."

Steve claps a hand over Danny's mouth as he hears the bathroom door hinge creak. "Shhh," he warns softly.

Danny scowls at Steve, a hand going to Steve's wrist, trying to tug Steve's hand away. Steve lets him do so and god, the look on Danny's face, so incredibly exasperated and pissed off that Steve can't help himself. Reaching down, he unfastens Danny's pants under the cover of footsteps out by the urinals.

Danny mouths something to Steve that looks a lot like don't you dare.

Honestly, Danny should know better than to dare him.

Steve grins as he slides his hand inside Danny's underwear and directly onto Danny's hard, hot cock. Gasping, Danny pushes into Steve's hand. He mouths something again to Steve, and there's no mistaking what it is.

I hate you.

Steve shakes his head, curling his fingers tight around Danny's cock. Leaning close, he whispers, "you love me," into Danny's ear, so soft only Danny will hear it.

Danny shivers against him, arm tightening around Steve's shoulder.

There's more noise out in the bathroom--the door swinging open a second time, more footsteps, running water and all while Steve strokes Danny, pressing his thumb against the sensitive underside, feeling Danny's cock swell even further at his touch. He knows that if someone actually looks, it would be obvious, with two pairs of feet visible next to the toilet. But he doesn't care, it all just adds to the thrill as Danny presses up against him, panting softly in his ear. When Steve runs his thumb over the head of Danny's cock he finds it wet with pre-come, oh yeah, Danny's getting off on this as much as he is.

When Danny whimpers out loud, Steve kisses him, trying to swallow the noise. Danny wraps a hand around the back of Steve's neck and kisses him back furiously, teeth pressed against Steve's lips as he thrusts into Steve's fist.

Steve hears the bathroom door swing shut and he pulls back, stilling his hand as he listens. All is silent--two people in, two people out. The bathroom is empty again.

"Steven," Danny hisses, grabbing Steve's arm, hard enough to bruise.

Steve holds up a finger, then sinks down to his knees. Danny frantically shoves his pants and underwear down, just enough to free his cock. Steve licks the tip, tasting before closing his mouth over the head, sucking him in.

Danny makes a strangled noise and pushes into Steve's mouth, hand tangled in Steve's hair. He thrusts once, twice, and then comes, whining softly. Steve shivers, swallowing around Danny, so turned on by the fact that it only took a few seconds for Danny to come, that Danny was definitely aroused by the whole situation.

“Steve.” Steve looks up, and Danny pulls him up, fingers in his hair and around his neck, and Steve scrambles to his feet, pliant when Danny pushes against him, kisses him wetly. Steve moans into it, feeling his own erection straining against his pants, aching to be released, for Danny to touch him.

He pulls away with a breathless groan, rutting against Danny’s hip, his forehead pressed against Danny’s temple. Danny’s quick to tackle Steve's pants, pushing his hand inside, making Steve grip his arms tightly.

“Oh, fuck.” It’s Danny’s turn to clamp a hand on Steve’s mouth as the door swings open again, and Steve shivers, pressed close to Danny, feeling sweat break out over his brow.

The guy inside moves around before settling in the stall next to Steve and Danny’s, making Steve close his eyes; he’s in agony, he needs to come, and Danny is not moving his hand, just applying enough pressure to drive Steve absolutely mental.

Danny removes his hand from over Steve's mouth and Steve takes a deep breath, desperate for air, he's so hard right now it's making him dizzy. Danny's petting him now, hand sliding over Steve's cheek, curling around to the back of his head and his touch grounds Steve, enough for him to try thrusting carefully into Danny's hand.

Danny tightens his grip, moving his hand counter to Steve's thrust and it's fantastic, so fantastic that Steve can't help making a small noise deep in his throat. Immediately, Danny stills his hand. Steve wants to cry out in frustration but he doesn't, instead he shoves against Danny with his entire body. Danny's feet scuffle loudly on the floor and Danny pulls Steve's head back and glares at him.

They both jump when the toilet beside them flushes. It's loud and startling and Steve's heart is thumping in his chest when Danny pushes him back, releasing his cock and it's all wrong, Steve needs to come now. He grabs Danny's arm, desperate. He's vaguely aware of the door beside them swinging open again, and the sound of running water and fuck, the guy is never going to leave and what the hell--Danny is sitting down on the toilet.

When Danny grabs Steve by the hips, positioning Steve directly in front of him, Steve finally gets it. He hurries to free his cock but Danny's way ahead of him and oh fuck, Danny's mouth is on his cock and Steve has to cram his fist in his mouth to keep from crying out, it's so fucking good he can stand it.

Danny wraps his fist around the base of Steve's cock and works the head, getting right down to business, not wasting any time, thank god. It makes Steve's head spin, he had to grip the upper edge of the stall just to keep from falling over. Through the roaring in his ears he thinks he hears the sound of the bathroom door swinging shut, god he hopes that was the guy leaving, not someone else coming in because he's going to come and no way is he going to go quietly, already he's making noise, a low, pathetic noise.

And then the sensation rushes up and Steve comes hard, moaning against his hand as his hips jerk, shoving his cock into Danny's mouth. He's held steady by Danny's legs on either side of his, by Danny's hands on his hips and he can't stop shuddering, can't catch his breath. He's holding on tight to the top edge of the stall, head hanging down and when it's finally over with he's pretty sure he's going to melt into a puddle on the floor.

He holds his breath for a moment, listening. The room is silent, except for the dripping of a facet and Danny's steady breathing.

"Jesus," Danny whispers, rising up. "What part of keep it quiet don't you understand?"

Steve laughs and kisses Danny, tasting himself on Danny's lips. He lets go of the wall and wraps his arms around Danny, holding him tight. Danny lets him for a moment, before pulling back and punching Steve’s arm hard, his eyes flashing with anger as he tucks himself back in his pants.

“You asshole. Never do that again, you hear? It wasn’t cute.”

“Sorry, Danno.” Even if Steve is not sorry at all and knows it’s written all over his face, he hopes the words will placate Danny enough that he won’t turn this into an actual argument.

Danny grumbles, unintelligible things besides Steve and ass and animal, which make Steve smile to himself as he rearranges himself, pulling Danny to him again when he’s done.

“I promise, I won’t do it again.”

Danny rolls his eyes, kissing Steve briefly, a dry press of lips. “You and your promises.”

"Because I could tell how much you hated it," Steve continues, pulling Danny closer, his hands clasped behind Danny's back.

There's a grin tugging at the edge of Danny's lips, Steve can see it, even though Danny tries to look away. "Not all of us are crazy thrill-seekers, Steven."

"It was a calculated risk." Steve kisses Danny's neck.

Danny pushes Steve away. "I think I need to check your calculations." He's laughing now, though. "Go on, go back to the table and deal with the knowing looks from Chin and Kono while I get myself back in order."

And Steve goes, ready to handle anything Chin and Kono might throw at him.

On to Part 2