Hawaii 5-0 Ficlet.
Celebrating my birthday with a sad ficlet.
IDK...but here it is anyway.
It had been Steve's idea. Well okay, not originally. Kono and his sisters first had the idea that he should take charge and do it before his first treatment, but Steve jumped on idea.
Agreed wholeheartedly.
Goaded him on with tales of his first day at the Naval Academy and then again at BUD/S, and good natured jabs at Danny's masculinity.
He hadn't truly expected it the next morning when Danny truged down stairs and, pale and drawn from the same hangover Steve was swallowing two advil with his morning coffee for, grabbed a kitchen chair and grumbled.
"Alright, lets do this."
So that's how Steve found himself standing behind Danny in the bathroom.
"Are you sure about this, Danno?"
Danny smirked humorlessly at his reflection in the mirror, "Chickening out now, tough guy?"
'Just wanted to give you a chance to back out,' the comeback was on his tongue, 'I know how much this means to you Jersey types.'
Some how it didn't come out though.
They both flinched when Steve flipped the on switch, but, to Danny's credit, he didn't as Steve moved his hand up to Danny's hairline.
Steve was a different story however. The whirring blade hovered centimeteres away from the other man's head, but Steve could not bring his wrist down all the way.
He gripped the plastic hard and cursed himself.
This wasn't a big deal. It was only hair. He'd done this many times. Seen this done many times. Laughed at the guys at Annapolis who'd strutted around like big men and then struggled to hold back tears when they had this done.
But this was different.
Steve flipped off the trimmer, gripped either side of Danny's head, and lowered his face to press against the crown of the other man's head. His hair was thick and messy without it's usual gel. And soft.
He'd never admitted it even to himself before, but he loved how wild and blonde Danny's hair was.
Looking in the mirror he saw Danny sitting stiffly, eyes closed.
Steve quickly flipped the clippers back on and, careful to keep the blade paralell with Danny's skin, moved it back from his forehead. Cutting row after row across his partner's head.
Danny finally opened his eyes when the last lock fell off the back of the blade and Steve flipped the clippers off.
He only saw Danny's bright blue eyes for a second in the mirror before his own blurred, and wetness splashed onto his cheeks.
He didn't even bother to berate his own weakness or ask himself what his instructors would think of him.
Because this was different. This was Danny...and he wasn't having this done to enter bootcamp.
He leaned down to the top of Danny's head again and pressed a kiss onto his crown. The leftover stubble prickling his lips.
Danny reached up and gripped his forearm tightly. When Steve leaned up to meet his eyes in the mirror, Danny gave him a weak smile. Steve returned it because it was all he could do.
And that's what hurt most of all.
The End
A/N: Not sure what brought that on. I promise I'm not feeling depressed today. Just was inspired to write something depressing I guess.
IDK...but here it is anyway.
It had been Steve's idea. Well okay, not originally. Kono and his sisters first had the idea that he should take charge and do it before his first treatment, but Steve jumped on idea.
Agreed wholeheartedly.
Goaded him on with tales of his first day at the Naval Academy and then again at BUD/S, and good natured jabs at Danny's masculinity.
He hadn't truly expected it the next morning when Danny truged down stairs and, pale and drawn from the same hangover Steve was swallowing two advil with his morning coffee for, grabbed a kitchen chair and grumbled.
"Alright, lets do this."
So that's how Steve found himself standing behind Danny in the bathroom.
"Are you sure about this, Danno?"
Danny smirked humorlessly at his reflection in the mirror, "Chickening out now, tough guy?"
'Just wanted to give you a chance to back out,' the comeback was on his tongue, 'I know how much this means to you Jersey types.'
Some how it didn't come out though.
They both flinched when Steve flipped the on switch, but, to Danny's credit, he didn't as Steve moved his hand up to Danny's hairline.
Steve was a different story however. The whirring blade hovered centimeteres away from the other man's head, but Steve could not bring his wrist down all the way.
He gripped the plastic hard and cursed himself.
This wasn't a big deal. It was only hair. He'd done this many times. Seen this done many times. Laughed at the guys at Annapolis who'd strutted around like big men and then struggled to hold back tears when they had this done.
But this was different.
Steve flipped off the trimmer, gripped either side of Danny's head, and lowered his face to press against the crown of the other man's head. His hair was thick and messy without it's usual gel. And soft.
He'd never admitted it even to himself before, but he loved how wild and blonde Danny's hair was.
Looking in the mirror he saw Danny sitting stiffly, eyes closed.
Steve quickly flipped the clippers back on and, careful to keep the blade paralell with Danny's skin, moved it back from his forehead. Cutting row after row across his partner's head.
Danny finally opened his eyes when the last lock fell off the back of the blade and Steve flipped the clippers off.
He only saw Danny's bright blue eyes for a second in the mirror before his own blurred, and wetness splashed onto his cheeks.
He didn't even bother to berate his own weakness or ask himself what his instructors would think of him.
Because this was different. This was Danny...and he wasn't having this done to enter bootcamp.
He leaned down to the top of Danny's head again and pressed a kiss onto his crown. The leftover stubble prickling his lips.
Danny reached up and gripped his forearm tightly. When Steve leaned up to meet his eyes in the mirror, Danny gave him a weak smile. Steve returned it because it was all he could do.
And that's what hurt most of all.
The End
A/N: Not sure what brought that on. I promise I'm not feeling depressed today. Just was inspired to write something depressing I guess.