Fic: Glass Walls (1/1)
Title: Glass Walls
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 323
Summary: In which 'finishing paperwork up before heading home' is basically a euphemism for jacking off. For the sd_ldws Week Three Challenge -- Genre/cliché: Wanking (Masturbating); Prompt: Lucky number.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: I still don’t know what I think about this one, but oh well. There it is.
Glass Walls
The desk-edge digs into his spine, his belt sliding rough into his skin as his shirt rides up, untucked around his hips, spread open where Steve’s got a hand slipped down his Dockers, thumbing his dick through the cotton of his briefs, and it's almost a problem, actually, because Danny’d had every intention of taking care of this himself.
See, 'cause Steve McGarrett just so happens to be one of those rare and infuriating breeds of attractive: he raises Danny's blood pressure in equal parts lust and rage, and even when Danny's cussing him out for his latest idiotic stunt, he can't deny the arousal -- or else, he can deny the arousal, but the tenting in his pants? Not so much.
And of course, Steve's also that special brand of maddening that, soon as Danny gets himself situated in his chair, double-checks that the office is empty; as soon as Danny dares to press the heel of his palm down against the fly of his pants, Steve's propped against the closed door, watching wide-eyed and wanting.
Goddamned glass walls.
And Danny’s only human -- he can only do so much. And saying no to a flushed Steve McGarrett who wants to stroke him through ‘til he sees fucking stars? That’s way beyond his pay-grade.
“If I knew this is what you meant by finishing up paperwork before heading home,” Steve mouths against the sweat at the crook of Danny’s neck as he palms him a little harder, a little quicker -- brings it home, fists him one, two, lucky number three times as Danny spills; “I’d have stopped giving you shit about filing forms a long time ago.”
That said: Danny has a feeling things are going to be considerably more ‘efficient’ around here from now on.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: 323
Summary: In which 'finishing paperwork up before heading home' is basically a euphemism for jacking off. For the sd_ldws Week Three Challenge -- Genre/cliché: Wanking (Masturbating); Prompt: Lucky number.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: I still don’t know what I think about this one, but oh well. There it is.
Glass Walls
The desk-edge digs into his spine, his belt sliding rough into his skin as his shirt rides up, untucked around his hips, spread open where Steve’s got a hand slipped down his Dockers, thumbing his dick through the cotton of his briefs, and it's almost a problem, actually, because Danny’d had every intention of taking care of this himself.
See, 'cause Steve McGarrett just so happens to be one of those rare and infuriating breeds of attractive: he raises Danny's blood pressure in equal parts lust and rage, and even when Danny's cussing him out for his latest idiotic stunt, he can't deny the arousal -- or else, he can deny the arousal, but the tenting in his pants? Not so much.
And of course, Steve's also that special brand of maddening that, soon as Danny gets himself situated in his chair, double-checks that the office is empty; as soon as Danny dares to press the heel of his palm down against the fly of his pants, Steve's propped against the closed door, watching wide-eyed and wanting.
Goddamned glass walls.
And Danny’s only human -- he can only do so much. And saying no to a flushed Steve McGarrett who wants to stroke him through ‘til he sees fucking stars? That’s way beyond his pay-grade.
“If I knew this is what you meant by finishing up paperwork before heading home,” Steve mouths against the sweat at the crook of Danny’s neck as he palms him a little harder, a little quicker -- brings it home, fists him one, two, lucky number three times as Danny spills; “I’d have stopped giving you shit about filing forms a long time ago.”
That said: Danny has a feeling things are going to be considerably more ‘efficient’ around here from now on.