Hawaii 5-0 Fic: Continuation of Grief
Title: Denial
Paring: Steve/Danny
Genre: Angst
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: I had a horrible day so I decided write fic. Continuation of Grief
Summary: Danny's leaving Hawaii...again
Waking up the next morning is unpleasant. Steve's head is pounding, although after a second he realizes that the pounding is actually coming from the front door.
Danny rolls off him with a groan, hiding his eyes from the sunlight as Steve gets up.
He shifts uncomfortably as he walks to the door. He feels sore and grimy from sleeping with the culmination of last night's events in his pants.
As he reaches to open the door he finds that his hand is painful and stiff. He uses the other hand to open the door.
Chin barrels through without any preamble as Danny is sitting up on the floor.
He glances between the two men before announcing, “You two look like shit.”
Steve doesn't doubt that what he says is true. The left side of Danny's face is swollen, and he has the sinus headache from hell feeling that tells him he's going to be bruised around the eyes.
He turns to Steve and says, “A little warning before getting into a nightclub brawl would be nice.”
He doesn't spare a glance at Danny on the way back, but the message is clear. He's telling Steve that they took care of the fallout, though pointedly not objecting to what he did.
“Well there's a 'screw you, Williams' if I've ever heard one,” Danny observes.
Steve chooses not to comment.
“I'm going to take a shower,” he says.
“Yeah definitely a good idea,” Danny agrees.
Steve is a few steps up the stairs when he hears Danny crash to the ground with a curse. Before he has the chance to start back down the stairs Danny pulls himself up using the couch and hobbles along the wall, pointedly keeping off his bad knee.
Guilt twinges inside Steve, so he bounds up the stairs two at a time.
He peels off his clothes and gets into a cold shower. His right hand is swollen to twice it's normal size, so he figures exposing it to heat probably isn't a good idea.
He carefully puts on a t-shirt and a pair of pants, but his fingers are clumsy on the laces of his boots. He could push through the pain and get them tied but he really doesn't have the mental energy force it, so he settles for a pair of old boat shoes instead.
When he comes downstairs Danny is dressed for work as usual, but he's also got out the cane he used for a while at the beginning of their partnership. Steve's throat tightens as he remembers it.
As they go out to the car Steve purposefully walks fast for a few strides, but he pays for the pettiness of the action when the extra jostling sends pain shooting through his wrist.
When they both plop themselves into the car the hospital is sort of silently agreed on as their destination.
As usual, Steve got into the driver's seat, and he realizes too late that gripping the wheel might be difficult. He'll be damned if he's going to admit it though, so he navigates their way through the city steering with his good hand.
At Queen's Medical they find out that Danny's knee is inflamed, but doesn't need surgery again, so he's released promptly. Steve isn't so lucky. He has several hairline fractures in his hand, too small to notice without an x-ray, so they wrap it up in a brace.
When they finally get out, Steve tosses Danny the keys to the Camero without a word. As Danny pulls out of the parking lot Steve calls HQ.
Kono answers, “Hey Boss, you taking the morning off?”
“Danny and I had a thing to do,” he answers.
“Oh?” she asks, “Did you get it done?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, in that case, can you guys pick up our new team member?” she asks, “Her flight's arriving in half an hour and the governor requested we send someone to meet her.”
Steve had forgotten that the governor was appointing someone from Homeland Security in a poorly veiled plot to keep an eye inside 5-0.
“Okay, will do,” he answers before hanging up to relay the instructions to Danny.
When her plane lands, Agent Weston is clearly taken aback by her welcoming committee.
*****
From there the day consists of various annoying, frustrating, time consuming assignments for both men.
That night Danny drives the both back to Steve's place in his Camaro. They silently follow each other inside as if it were any other day, and sink gratefully into the livingroom couch.
“It has been a hell of a long day,” Danny states.
While Steve can't argue with the fact, the day is suddenly somewhat worse now that it's over. Now that there's no excuse not to address what happened last night.
He doesn't know what he's going to do, which is a rare occurrence for him. Steve is decisive by nature, but Danny, apparently, is a catalyst for him to break all of his own rules.
His anger at Danny has dissipated with the catharsis of last night, but what is he going to do now? If he doesn't mention it he knows Danny probably won't either. They'll pretend it never happened.
He glances over at his partner who is leaning his head back on the edge of the couch in a display of relaxed weariness. His throat enticingly exposed...
His dick makes the decision for him.
Steve shifts so that he gathers Danny into his arms, and rests his head against the other man's shoulder. He does not fight the embrace, and, instead, returns it lazily by draping his arm around Steve's shoulders.
Steve tilts his head up and meets Danny's lips with his own.
He drinks in Danny's lips, flicking his tongue out of meet the other man's. It feels so good. All of it feels good, from the wet heat of Danny's mouth to the feeling his fingers tanging in Steve's hair.
Their injuries make it easy to decide not to continue this on the couch.
They come back together once inside Steve's bedroom, pressing their bodies flush together. Their clothes are shed steadily, and they take their time...touching, exploring, discovering. This goes on all night, punctuated by occasional short naps.
In the morning Steve's watch alarm goes off at the normal time, but he's already awake. Danny stirs, and pushes himself into a sitting position. His hair is rumpled and sticking up odd ways. The image is so goddamned endearing Steve can barely stand it.
Luckily for him Danny looks away first. He tosses back the sheet and gets out of bed with a muttered, “Gonna take a shower.”
Steve thinks over the surreality of the situation. He spent the night in bed with is partner. This lasts about five minutes before he gets up and follows Danny into the bathroom.
He's standing under the spray of the showerhead, so Steve watches through the glassdoor as the water runs over his back and down his ass. The sight is nothing short of mesmerizing, particularly as Danny has one of the greatest asses Steve has ever seen. As a matter of fact he's had to discipline himself to not think about just going over and grabbing it.
In an instant that is exactly what he decides to do.
Danny startles, though, luckily, Steve has a very generous two handed grip on him.
“Jesus,” he mutters before asking, “Moves like these get you the nickname 'Smooth Dog'?”
Steve ignores him, however, and cranes his neck down to nibble on the spot behind Danny's ear that, he discovered last night, seems to be an instant 'on' switch.
Danny relaxes into him and Steve slides his hands around the other man's hips to grip his cock which is already semi-hard.
“This doesn't change anything,” Danny says abruptly, “I just...needed to tell you that. It's Grace, Steve, I can't-”
“I never thought otherwise,” Steve says stroking him to full hardness.
Danny gasps, “So what we just...ah!...we just screw each other silly until it's time for me to leave?”
“Sounds about right.”
“Okay.....yeah...good, we're on the same page about that.”
Steve tilts Danny's head into a kiss to stop him from talking any longer.
Paring: Steve/Danny
Genre: Angst
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: I had a horrible day so I decided write fic. Continuation of Grief
Summary: Danny's leaving Hawaii...again
Waking up the next morning is unpleasant. Steve's head is pounding, although after a second he realizes that the pounding is actually coming from the front door.
Danny rolls off him with a groan, hiding his eyes from the sunlight as Steve gets up.
He shifts uncomfortably as he walks to the door. He feels sore and grimy from sleeping with the culmination of last night's events in his pants.
As he reaches to open the door he finds that his hand is painful and stiff. He uses the other hand to open the door.
Chin barrels through without any preamble as Danny is sitting up on the floor.
He glances between the two men before announcing, “You two look like shit.”
Steve doesn't doubt that what he says is true. The left side of Danny's face is swollen, and he has the sinus headache from hell feeling that tells him he's going to be bruised around the eyes.
He turns to Steve and says, “A little warning before getting into a nightclub brawl would be nice.”
He doesn't spare a glance at Danny on the way back, but the message is clear. He's telling Steve that they took care of the fallout, though pointedly not objecting to what he did.
“Well there's a 'screw you, Williams' if I've ever heard one,” Danny observes.
Steve chooses not to comment.
“I'm going to take a shower,” he says.
“Yeah definitely a good idea,” Danny agrees.
Steve is a few steps up the stairs when he hears Danny crash to the ground with a curse. Before he has the chance to start back down the stairs Danny pulls himself up using the couch and hobbles along the wall, pointedly keeping off his bad knee.
Guilt twinges inside Steve, so he bounds up the stairs two at a time.
He peels off his clothes and gets into a cold shower. His right hand is swollen to twice it's normal size, so he figures exposing it to heat probably isn't a good idea.
He carefully puts on a t-shirt and a pair of pants, but his fingers are clumsy on the laces of his boots. He could push through the pain and get them tied but he really doesn't have the mental energy force it, so he settles for a pair of old boat shoes instead.
When he comes downstairs Danny is dressed for work as usual, but he's also got out the cane he used for a while at the beginning of their partnership. Steve's throat tightens as he remembers it.
As they go out to the car Steve purposefully walks fast for a few strides, but he pays for the pettiness of the action when the extra jostling sends pain shooting through his wrist.
When they both plop themselves into the car the hospital is sort of silently agreed on as their destination.
As usual, Steve got into the driver's seat, and he realizes too late that gripping the wheel might be difficult. He'll be damned if he's going to admit it though, so he navigates their way through the city steering with his good hand.
At Queen's Medical they find out that Danny's knee is inflamed, but doesn't need surgery again, so he's released promptly. Steve isn't so lucky. He has several hairline fractures in his hand, too small to notice without an x-ray, so they wrap it up in a brace.
When they finally get out, Steve tosses Danny the keys to the Camero without a word. As Danny pulls out of the parking lot Steve calls HQ.
Kono answers, “Hey Boss, you taking the morning off?”
“Danny and I had a thing to do,” he answers.
“Oh?” she asks, “Did you get it done?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, in that case, can you guys pick up our new team member?” she asks, “Her flight's arriving in half an hour and the governor requested we send someone to meet her.”
Steve had forgotten that the governor was appointing someone from Homeland Security in a poorly veiled plot to keep an eye inside 5-0.
“Okay, will do,” he answers before hanging up to relay the instructions to Danny.
When her plane lands, Agent Weston is clearly taken aback by her welcoming committee.
*****
From there the day consists of various annoying, frustrating, time consuming assignments for both men.
That night Danny drives the both back to Steve's place in his Camaro. They silently follow each other inside as if it were any other day, and sink gratefully into the livingroom couch.
“It has been a hell of a long day,” Danny states.
While Steve can't argue with the fact, the day is suddenly somewhat worse now that it's over. Now that there's no excuse not to address what happened last night.
He doesn't know what he's going to do, which is a rare occurrence for him. Steve is decisive by nature, but Danny, apparently, is a catalyst for him to break all of his own rules.
His anger at Danny has dissipated with the catharsis of last night, but what is he going to do now? If he doesn't mention it he knows Danny probably won't either. They'll pretend it never happened.
He glances over at his partner who is leaning his head back on the edge of the couch in a display of relaxed weariness. His throat enticingly exposed...
His dick makes the decision for him.
Steve shifts so that he gathers Danny into his arms, and rests his head against the other man's shoulder. He does not fight the embrace, and, instead, returns it lazily by draping his arm around Steve's shoulders.
Steve tilts his head up and meets Danny's lips with his own.
He drinks in Danny's lips, flicking his tongue out of meet the other man's. It feels so good. All of it feels good, from the wet heat of Danny's mouth to the feeling his fingers tanging in Steve's hair.
Their injuries make it easy to decide not to continue this on the couch.
They come back together once inside Steve's bedroom, pressing their bodies flush together. Their clothes are shed steadily, and they take their time...touching, exploring, discovering. This goes on all night, punctuated by occasional short naps.
In the morning Steve's watch alarm goes off at the normal time, but he's already awake. Danny stirs, and pushes himself into a sitting position. His hair is rumpled and sticking up odd ways. The image is so goddamned endearing Steve can barely stand it.
Luckily for him Danny looks away first. He tosses back the sheet and gets out of bed with a muttered, “Gonna take a shower.”
Steve thinks over the surreality of the situation. He spent the night in bed with is partner. This lasts about five minutes before he gets up and follows Danny into the bathroom.
He's standing under the spray of the showerhead, so Steve watches through the glassdoor as the water runs over his back and down his ass. The sight is nothing short of mesmerizing, particularly as Danny has one of the greatest asses Steve has ever seen. As a matter of fact he's had to discipline himself to not think about just going over and grabbing it.
In an instant that is exactly what he decides to do.
Danny startles, though, luckily, Steve has a very generous two handed grip on him.
“Jesus,” he mutters before asking, “Moves like these get you the nickname 'Smooth Dog'?”
Steve ignores him, however, and cranes his neck down to nibble on the spot behind Danny's ear that, he discovered last night, seems to be an instant 'on' switch.
Danny relaxes into him and Steve slides his hands around the other man's hips to grip his cock which is already semi-hard.
“This doesn't change anything,” Danny says abruptly, “I just...needed to tell you that. It's Grace, Steve, I can't-”
“I never thought otherwise,” Steve says stroking him to full hardness.
Danny gasps, “So what we just...ah!...we just screw each other silly until it's time for me to leave?”
“Sounds about right.”
“Okay.....yeah...good, we're on the same page about that.”
Steve tilts Danny's head into a kiss to stop him from talking any longer.