Fic: Without The Pineapples (1/1)
Title: Without The Pineapples
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 449
Summary: Danny and Steve hit a blizzard on their way to Jersey and end up grounded in Cleveland: they say it's like Hawaii without the pineapples, but Danny really doesn't see it. At all. For the sd_ldws Week Two Challenge -- Genre/cliché: Canon; Prompt: Somewhere other than Hawaii.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: Kinda/sorta apologies to the city of Cleveland. And to the entire Northeast, for exploiting its climate.
Without The Pineapples
“So,” Danny drawls, the orange lettering on the screen reflecting in his eyes.
“So.” And that’s just typical, because it would figure that the best Steve can give him is a goddamn echo.
“Y’know how Chin was busting my chops about vacation spots and shit?” And Danny can’t stifle the yawn that interrupts his thought. “I could have gone for keeping that strictly theoretical.”
This time, Steve ups his game a notch; he chuckles. “That makes two of us, brah.”
“I mean,” Danny shakes his head as the lines of DELAYED on the monitor change over to CANCELLED. “Fuck.”
Steve nods, shifts the weight of his carryon against his shoulder. “Of all the places to get stranded in a nor’easter.”
“Cleveland.” Danny spits it out hard.
“The Forest City.”
Danny turns; frowns. “The what?”
“S’called the Forest City,” Steve repeats, like it clarifies anything. Which, for the record, it absolutely doesn’t.
And Danny, he just rolls his eyes. “Thank you, yet again, Mr. Wealth of Useless Information.”
“You’re looking at the seventh grade geography-bee champion, I’ll have you know.”
“Impressive,” Danny comments distractedly, wondering if his mom’ll freeze some leftovers, so they can at least enjoy ‘em once the snow subsides. “You know what’d be more impressive? You getting me some caffeine while I stare down this screen.”
Steve grins, rueful. “Glaring isn’t going to melt the snow, y’know.”
“Coffee. Now.” And Steve’s striding down the concourse without another word; so apparently, glaring does work.
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They check into Airport Sheraton, finally admitting defeat: Steve’s toweling off the grime of their extended layover as he comes in close behind Danny, slips warm hands against his hips.
“They say it’s like Hawaii without the pineapples,” Danny sighs as he flips his cellphone closed, taking in the white outside the window. “I honestly don’t see it.”
Steve hums in agreement, burying his nose in the crook of Danny’s neck.
“75 and balmy back home, according to Kono,” Danny reports with just a little yearning, as he leans into Steve’s hold.
“I think we could rival that in here, if we put our minds to it,” Steve breathes, raising goosebumps on Danny’s skin that even the cold couldn’t manage.
And Danny shivers, almost thankful for the blizzard as he moves them both toward the bed: “I’m willing to give it a go.”
He’s never liked Cleveland more than he does in that moment.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 449
Summary: Danny and Steve hit a blizzard on their way to Jersey and end up grounded in Cleveland: they say it's like Hawaii without the pineapples, but Danny really doesn't see it. At all. For the sd_ldws Week Two Challenge -- Genre/cliché: Canon; Prompt: Somewhere other than Hawaii.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: Kinda/sorta apologies to the city of Cleveland. And to the entire Northeast, for exploiting its climate.
Without The Pineapples
“So,” Danny drawls, the orange lettering on the screen reflecting in his eyes.
“So.” And that’s just typical, because it would figure that the best Steve can give him is a goddamn echo.
“Y’know how Chin was busting my chops about vacation spots and shit?” And Danny can’t stifle the yawn that interrupts his thought. “I could have gone for keeping that strictly theoretical.”
This time, Steve ups his game a notch; he chuckles. “That makes two of us, brah.”
“I mean,” Danny shakes his head as the lines of DELAYED on the monitor change over to CANCELLED. “Fuck.”
Steve nods, shifts the weight of his carryon against his shoulder. “Of all the places to get stranded in a nor’easter.”
“Cleveland.” Danny spits it out hard.
“The Forest City.”
Danny turns; frowns. “The what?”
“S’called the Forest City,” Steve repeats, like it clarifies anything. Which, for the record, it absolutely doesn’t.
And Danny, he just rolls his eyes. “Thank you, yet again, Mr. Wealth of Useless Information.”
“You’re looking at the seventh grade geography-bee champion, I’ll have you know.”
“Impressive,” Danny comments distractedly, wondering if his mom’ll freeze some leftovers, so they can at least enjoy ‘em once the snow subsides. “You know what’d be more impressive? You getting me some caffeine while I stare down this screen.”
Steve grins, rueful. “Glaring isn’t going to melt the snow, y’know.”
“Coffee. Now.” And Steve’s striding down the concourse without another word; so apparently, glaring does work.
___________________
They check into Airport Sheraton, finally admitting defeat: Steve’s toweling off the grime of their extended layover as he comes in close behind Danny, slips warm hands against his hips.
“They say it’s like Hawaii without the pineapples,” Danny sighs as he flips his cellphone closed, taking in the white outside the window. “I honestly don’t see it.”
Steve hums in agreement, burying his nose in the crook of Danny’s neck.
“75 and balmy back home, according to Kono,” Danny reports with just a little yearning, as he leans into Steve’s hold.
“I think we could rival that in here, if we put our minds to it,” Steve breathes, raising goosebumps on Danny’s skin that even the cold couldn’t manage.
And Danny shivers, almost thankful for the blizzard as he moves them both toward the bed: “I’m willing to give it a go.”
He’s never liked Cleveland more than he does in that moment.