You Are Noble And Poetic In Defeat.
So question of the day: is Into the Blue as intensely homoerotic as The Fast and the Furious or is there another movie out there where guys spend the entire two hours eye-fucking each other and not even pretending to be into the hot women playing their girlfriends? And how much does this have to do with Paul Walker having more chemistry with dudes than he does with women?
I'm only asking because Jared (Paul Walker) and Bryce (Scott Caan) pretty much (literally-ish) hump each other the minute they meet at the airport, wrap themselves around each other like security blankets, and spend long minutes gazing adoringly into each other's eyes for most of the movie. The actors also do this during the behind-the-scenes featurette, but I'm pretty sure Scott Caan's default mode with his male co-stars, in movies and TV, is platonic boyfriend, so it doesn't bear repeating.
Feel free to prove your points using .gifs, macros, stills, and YouTube videos. Bonus points for theories on who Paul is more of a broseph with, Scott or Vin Diesel.
So, like, traveller asked me for Steve/Kono porn and I gave her 3,843 words of banter and Steve's internal thoughts. Only about 200 of those words were porn. She loves me anyway because she is amazing like that. The Kashmir mention is for her.
No Wow
Steve is not the kind of guy who believes in destiny or fate or a higher power. He's too much of a pragmatist to believe in some benevolent force guiding humanity to a more enlightened way, to think that there's some well of luck or inescapable fortune that will follow you all day if you pick up a penny or don't cross a black cat's path, and life seems to have borne out his thesis quite well, from his high school years to his time in Annapolis to his missions and his six months on the task force. He makes his own luck and his own fortune, and whatever doesn't work, he'll either kick it in the teeth until it does or work around it and make it work. It's the McGarrett way and he doesn't know how else to live.
But lately, he's starting to think that something is out to get him, and it can't be explained away by coincidence or the usual vagaries of life this time. It starts off with a case that throws the Governor in a tizzy, which means that the entire team gets hauled in on their weekend off to work a case involving drug cartels and distribution rings. Danny complains the loudest, not at all pleased that he's being asked to give up yet another weekend with Grace when he has so few to dedicate to her, and Chin claps his shoulder in sympathy and yanks Danny away to go do some information-gathering that will hopefully involve punching someone. That usually tends to make Danny feel better, at least for a little while, and hanging out with Chin and his cooler head will be good for him.
Steve and Kono go to do some recon on one of the supposed drug distribution centers, just recon, he promises her, ignoring the way she rolls her eyes and follows him to the first place on their list. And as these things go, they find a guy who knows where all the stuff is being kept and offers to show it to them if they don't shoot him and cut him some sort of deal.
That's his first mistake. He gets clubbed in the head the minute he walks into the room, and when he wakes up again, he's tied to a chair next to Kono while some fierce-looking man with scars on his face is examining his badge with an amused air. Steve's pretty sure this isn't going to bode well for him, and he sadly turns out to be right.
The second mistake is letting his mouth run away with him when he gets asked about the investigation and how much the HPD knows. He gets worked over pretty good and then gets thrown into a dark, spare room with a bare lightbulb that flickers in and out and eventually just out. He wakes up to his head in Kono's lap, her hands gently dabbing at the worst cuts on his face with a scrap of tissue she'd had in her pocket to try and clean his wounds. She has a few bruises on her face, a cut at her lip, and a murderous look in her eyes. Steve feels safer already.
"You doing okay there, boss?" She peers down at him, her hands carefully examining his face, his collarbones, making sure nothing is broken. Her touch is impersonal, but Steve feels blood rising to his face anyway. He keeps trying to just see Kono as a colleague, a subordinate, just one of the guys, but he can never quite get it to click in his head. Every time he thinks he's got the hang of it, he catches the curve of her cheek as she turns her head, the bend in her hips that would fit his hands perfectly, the dip in the small of her back that Steve wants to put his mouth to until she pushes back into him.
He blames it on Chin for taking them to the beach and letting them see Kono in all her natural glory, riding the waves like she was born in the water. The first time he'd seen her come out of the ocean, looking like something out of a James Bond movie, striding to the shore like absolutely nothing was going to stand in her way if she had anything to say about it, Steve had thought he'd found religion. And then she'd punched that guy without missing a beat, and Steve had fallen hard.
He's managed to keep himself in check since then, but it's been a struggle. He's used to keeping things professional, even when he's attracted to someone, but Kono keeps throwing him off-balance with her depths. She's a rookie, but does tougher jobs than she would be doing as a regular cop as HPD, and she does them well; she can break a suspect easily, but she'll also spend her day off looking for a good home for the dog because she promised; she'll swing her fists if you even imply that Chin is a dirty cop, but she has no problems mocking the shit out of Steve in the breakroom when a case is done and he's too tired and defenseless to fight back.
She's not like anyone else Steve has ever known, and he's not entirely sure what to do with all of this emotion that he feels for her. He's already got his hands full working on Dad's case, looking for Hess, trying to figure out if Chin was set up to look dirty, trying to stop Mary Ann from going crazy with boredom in Hawaii, and making sure that Danny doesn't get shot or stabbed or kidnapped again because he promised Grace. He doesn't really have time to figure out this whole thing with Kono and whether it can happen or if she's just going to slap him down.
He doesn't even know if she has a boyfriend, for crissakes.
"Hey," she calls again, sounding a little more urgent this time. "You okay or what? Blink once for yes and twice for no."
"Fuuuuck," he groans, feeling his head pound in that sickening way that means he's going to be fighting nausea for a while. He shifts a little, winces when the pain radiates up his body, and flops back down on the floor. "What the fuck hit me?"
"A big, angry guy named Artie," she tells him without much sympathy, although she's gently rubbing her fingers against his temples, and that's helping him not feel like total shit. "I think he took exception to your calling him a scumbag."
"Call 'em like I see 'em," he cracks, although his voice is hoarse and uneven. "I really don't feel good."
"No shit, Commander." She reaches her hand underneath his head and carefully touches the base of his skull, softly apologizing when he jerks up and hisses. "Sorry, sorry, it's just-- you got hit pretty hard."
"Lucky I have such a hard head, like Danny keeps saying."
Her mouth quirks up in a reluctant smile, her fingers combing carefully through the mussed strands of his hair. "Uh-huh, tell me that again when the concussion kicks in."
He blinks his eyes rapidly and then lifts his hand up to look at it. "Nope," he says easily, "no concussion. All ten fingers are there."
She looks down at him and glares. "You're not funny, you know. At all. Like, ever."
"I'm hilarious," he sighs, taking shameless advantage of the fact that he's injured and she's feeling sorry enough for him to keep him close to her. He turns his face up so that his head is pressed against her stomach, feeling something twist inside him when she gently cups his face and leans down to press her cheek to his head. "You just don't appreciate good comedy."
There's a slight huff of air as she hides her laugh against his hair. "I'm not taking any of your opinions seriously," she says lightly. "You think watching 'Lethal Weapon' every week is a valid lifestyle choice."
"It's a good movie--"
"Every week?"
"No one understands me," he sighs, and he can feel the curve of her smile against his forehead, and for a moment, he forgets that they're locked in this dank little hole of a room while men with machine guns are probably waiting for the order to shoot them.
"You think we're getting out of here?" she asks after a while, and Steve can't see her face, but he can hear the anxiety in her voice, can feel the nervous energy thrumming in her body. Kono wasn't built for sitting still and waiting for a rescue; she was made to run and fight and save people. If she hasn't already formulated a plan, she's working on one right now, he'll guarantee it.
He nudges his head back, trying to reassure her. "Chin and Danny will notice we're not back by now," he says thoughtfully, pretty sure that it's true. Danny at least will notice; Chin still remembers Steve as a cocky, brash kid who thought he knew everything, so maybe he'll think that Steve is off playing GI Joe with his cousin while they do real detective work.
Kono sighs. "I can't wait that long."
"What do you want us to do?" he asks incredulously, feeling the dull throbbing in his head come back at full force as he raises his voice. Bad idea. "Seriously, what are we supposed to do, take on an entire building of bad guys with guns?"
"Isn't that what you do?" she asks furiously. "You're a SEAL, right? Kick down some doors and shoot people."
"Listen," he says exasperatedly, "just because I was trained to survive anything and once actually ran an op in Kashmir--"
"Kashmir?" she asks dubiously.
"Kashmir," he confirms, "like the song, and just because I did that does not mean I can take on an entire building full of drug dealers with guns." He's a little embarrassed that his voice cracks on the last word, but he thinks he's made his point.
She thinks about that for a second. "You're right, it does sound like one of your dumber plans," she says dryly.
He makes a face, even though she can't see it in the dark. "Everybody's a fucking comedian," he snaps, and she laughs softly and cups his head in her hands, running her fingers gently through his hair.
"You're so sensitive," she teases.
He pushes his head closer to her, tilting up until he's pressing lightly against the swell of her breast. She doesn't say anything, so he presses in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he turns his face to brush his lips against the smooth, soft skin. "Kono?" he asks quietly, wondering if this is the point where she slaps him for going too far.
"You have the worst timing," she sighs, and he opens his mouth to protest that this is not his fault, he was trying to be professional and detached and shit, but she leans and cups his face, tilting it up to hers. "Shut up before you ruin this," she says fiercely, and before he has a chance to say anything, she's kissing him. Rough and desperate, like she's been thinking about this for a while and she can't wait any longer to find out, and Steve ignores the pain and the fear and the fact that there are men with guns waiting outside and lets himself get lost in Kono's mouth.
Her fingers clutch at his hair, making him hiss, and she pulls away long enough to whisper, "Sorry," before she takes his mouth again. Steve moans as she licks into his mouth, getting hard despite the steady aches of his body, and he tries to move his arms, his body, anything to switch their position so he can touch her, hold her against him and feel her move on top of him. He's so lost in the taste and feel of her that he misses the thunder of footsteps outside the door, the sounds of fighting in the hallway.
They pull apart at the first gunshot and start when the door breaks down, Chin and Danny rushing in, guns held in front of them as a thin, weak light throws patterns on the walls around them. Steve can see the incredulous look on Danny's face as he takes in the tableau in front of him. "Seriously?" he asks, holding his hands apart like he's measuring how wide his disbelief is. "We've been out busting our asses on this case and you're in here spooning?"
The look on Kono's face is warning enough. "Say that again," she bites out, her arms still wrapped tightly around Steve's shoulders, her grip never loosening in the entire five minutes of gunfire and the heroic entrance. "I dare you."
Danny takes a minute to consider his odds of survival. "Okay," he says in a milder tone, his hands up in a gesture of appeasement, "clearly this is not a good time for you. We'll discuss this later."
Chin shakes his head like he'd taught Danny better than this. "HPD's rounding up the gang," he tells Steve, who still hasn't figured out if he should get up now or just enjoy Kono's warmth for as long as he can. "Danno's going to book them--"
"God," Danny groans, grinding the heel of his palm against his forehead like he has a headache already, "you fuckers just love saying any variation of that, don't you?"
Chin represses a smile and continues on. "And we'll question them while you get your ass to the hospital and get checked out." He nods at Kono. "You too, 'cuz."
She rolls her eyes and makes a 'talk talk' gesture at him, but she's moving carefully to her feet, shifting Steve to the side so she can stand up. Danny and Chin holster their guns and bend to help Steve up, carefully lifting him to his feet while Steve tries to keep his insides in and not yell at the pain that screams through his body when he's finally standing. Slouching. Kind of curling into Chin, really.
Chin pats his shoulder and Steve just knows that Danny's giving him a sympathetic look. "C'mon, boss," he tells Steve kindly, "let's get you all cleaned up."
"You okay?" Danny asks Kono as Chin drags Steve out. Steve doesn't hear the answer, but he assumes it's something at his expense because he can hear Danny's raucous laughter follow him and vows to fuck with his coffee stash the next time Steve's the first one in the office.
Three hours later, he's fed up with doctors poking him and prodding him, trying to find out whether he has brain damage (and he's been working with Danny for way too long because all he can hear in his head is Danny cheerfully saying, "Of course he does. Have you seen what he does for fun? Hint: it involves bullets and getting beat up a lot," complete with the relevant hand gestures), and he checks himself out against their strenuous wishes.
Danny's waiting outside, leaning on his cane with a resigned look on his face. "Well," he says as Steve walks toward him, "Chin owes me fifty. I told him you'd be too stupid to stay in the hospital."
"Shut up and drive me home," Steve says tiredly, feeling every punch and kick ache as he moves. "It's not fair to pick on a man when he's beat up and defenseless."
Danny grins as he slides into the driver's seat. "I think it's the perfect time to pick on you. When am I going to get another opportunity like this?"
"Judas."
Danny raises an eyebrow at him. "You got me shot the first day I met you and you're the reason I'm using an old-man cane right now."
"It's character-building," Steve bluffs, but Danny just flips him off and throws the car into gear.
"Right, pull the other one, McGarrett."
They drive in silence for most of the way home, Steve huddled in misery while Danny puts on some local jazz station just to make Steve want to kill himself. When he pulls up in Steve's driveway, Kono's car is sitting there, looking small and unassuming, even though Steve's pretty sure she's never been to his house without one of the team there with her.
"She said she was going to watch over you," Danny says quietly, his tone making it clear that he and Steve would be having a serious talk about this later on when no one was around. "To make sure you didn't fall asleep and never wake up again because you're a fucking idiot."
And Steve's known Danny long enough now to know that he's trying to say that he was worried, that Steve's absence scared him, and also if Steve ever does anything this stupid again, Danny's going to put his foot up Steve's ass. So Steve just smiles slightly and says, "Thank you, Danno."
"Oh," Danny says as Steve opens the door to get out of the car, "one more thing. You hurt her and I'll kill you with a shovel." The look on his face is completely serious, and Steve has no doubt that he'll follow through with it, although he'd expected this speech from Chin, not Danny.
"You'll be getting that speech from Chin after you heal up," Danny says suddenly, almost like he's reading Steve's mind. "He's willing to wait until you've fully recovered."
"Stop that," Steve says crossly. "It's fucking creepy when you do that." Danny laughs and gently shoves him out of the car, waiting patiently as Steve trudges up his driveway and into the house before he finally drives off.
Everything is quiet and still in his house, but there's an air of expectancy as he heads up the stairs to his bedroom. He finds Kono sitting on his bed, her knees pressed up against her chest and her chin resting on her knees, watching him as he enters the bedroom. "Fancy meeting you here," he says with a little smile, not sure where they stand right now after that kiss in the room.
She smiles back and beckons him forward, biting her lip as she watches him shed his shirt and crawl onto the bed, putting her knees down as he rests his head in her lap like before. "I'm here to make sure you don't die in your sleep," she tells him softly, her lips pressed to his temple.
"Yeah, I hear that's a big concern right now," he murmurs, turning his face to her thigh and nosing at the soft, smooth skin. "I'm grateful."
"How grateful?" she asks, amusement in her voice.
"Very," Steve says in a low voice, gently licking a line up to her thigh, feeling her fingers in his hair as she tugs him closer. "Like really, really grateful."
"Do girls usually fall for your lines?" she asks in a slightly breathless voice as he sits up and undoes her shorts, pulling them down her legs and kissing every inch of skin as it's exposed to him. "I'm just curious because they're genuinely terri--." She gasps as he pushes her back and pushes open her legs, tugging her panties to one side and licking her carefully, deliberately. "Ohhh, Jesus."
"My lines always work," he assures her, wrapping his fingers against the delicate straps of her underwear and yanking them down. She tries to argue with him, but he presses his face against her and licks and sucks until she's wrapped tight around him, her thighs quivering against his head as she arches up and comes with a low, desperate cry.
"God," she says shakily as he climbs up her body, kissing her roughly, letting out a sharp hiss when she bites his already-bruised lower lip. "We should probably take this slow," she tells him, her fingers already undoing his pants and slipping inside. "I mean, you've had a head injury--"
"Not so bad," he reassures her, thrusting into her hand, bending his head to lick at her nipple through her shirt. "I saw a doctor. I'm better now."
"Plus you got beat up pretty bad," she adds, making a soft noise when Steve bites her nipple, her fingers tightening around him, making him buck hard.
"I've been through worse," he pants, fucking harder into her hand, feeling all the aches and pains fall away as she jerks him off, her mouth desperate against his.
"Seriously, Steve--"
"Later," he promises, and fuck, he's almost there, almost there so shockingly fast, and he thinks he's probably been almost there since she'd kissed him like she was starving for him in that filthy little room with no light and no hope, just her and her body against his and the way she tasted. "Please, Kono, God." She doesn't argue, doesn't say anything but his name, and squeezes and strokes until he's shaking and coming, murmuring things that make no sense but make her hold him tight to her and kiss him until he has to pull away just to be able to breathe.
He collapses on the bed next to her, still twitching at the feel of her hand on his cock, feeling light-headed and exhausted and so good. "Wow," he says softly.
"Oh, you are so good with the ladies," she laughs, leaning over to press kisses against his mouth, his chin, his throat. "Really, so smooth."
He tries to lift his head to glare at her, but he's too wiped out so he just lies back in bed and lets her curl around him. "I'm going to have a really good comeback to that when I wake up," he promises, smiling when she giggles and kisses the tattoo above his nipple.
"Which will be in an hour," she reminds him, nudging him when he groans. "Here to make sure you don't die, remember?"
"Fine," he sighs. "But I want a blowjob in an hour."
"For what?"
He grins. "Incentive for me to stay awake."
She shakes her head like she can't believe his nerve. "How about not dying as an incentive for staying awake?"
"Blowjob."
She looks at him thoughtfully. "I want to be on top when we fuck then," she finally says, and Steve doesn't normally believe in luck or fate, but he thinks he'll make an exception this time.
"We can definitely do that," he says with feeling, pulling her in for a sweet, careful kiss.
"Go to sleep, Commander," and she laughs when he shivers. "You are really way too easy."
"I'm predictable," he mutters, turning so that he can rest his head against her shoulder, tucking her against his body and tangling his legs in hers. "So sue me."
"Maybe when you recover," she tells him soothingly, her fingers brushing at his temple in calming strokes as he falls asleep, a smile in her voice. "It'll be a fair fight then."
Off to watch last night's H50 and love on Kono!
I'm only asking because Jared (Paul Walker) and Bryce (Scott Caan) pretty much (literally-ish) hump each other the minute they meet at the airport, wrap themselves around each other like security blankets, and spend long minutes gazing adoringly into each other's eyes for most of the movie. The actors also do this during the behind-the-scenes featurette, but I'm pretty sure Scott Caan's default mode with his male co-stars, in movies and TV, is platonic boyfriend, so it doesn't bear repeating.
Feel free to prove your points using .gifs, macros, stills, and YouTube videos. Bonus points for theories on who Paul is more of a broseph with, Scott or Vin Diesel.
So, like, traveller asked me for Steve/Kono porn and I gave her 3,843 words of banter and Steve's internal thoughts. Only about 200 of those words were porn. She loves me anyway because she is amazing like that. The Kashmir mention is for her.
No Wow
Steve is not the kind of guy who believes in destiny or fate or a higher power. He's too much of a pragmatist to believe in some benevolent force guiding humanity to a more enlightened way, to think that there's some well of luck or inescapable fortune that will follow you all day if you pick up a penny or don't cross a black cat's path, and life seems to have borne out his thesis quite well, from his high school years to his time in Annapolis to his missions and his six months on the task force. He makes his own luck and his own fortune, and whatever doesn't work, he'll either kick it in the teeth until it does or work around it and make it work. It's the McGarrett way and he doesn't know how else to live.
But lately, he's starting to think that something is out to get him, and it can't be explained away by coincidence or the usual vagaries of life this time. It starts off with a case that throws the Governor in a tizzy, which means that the entire team gets hauled in on their weekend off to work a case involving drug cartels and distribution rings. Danny complains the loudest, not at all pleased that he's being asked to give up yet another weekend with Grace when he has so few to dedicate to her, and Chin claps his shoulder in sympathy and yanks Danny away to go do some information-gathering that will hopefully involve punching someone. That usually tends to make Danny feel better, at least for a little while, and hanging out with Chin and his cooler head will be good for him.
Steve and Kono go to do some recon on one of the supposed drug distribution centers, just recon, he promises her, ignoring the way she rolls her eyes and follows him to the first place on their list. And as these things go, they find a guy who knows where all the stuff is being kept and offers to show it to them if they don't shoot him and cut him some sort of deal.
That's his first mistake. He gets clubbed in the head the minute he walks into the room, and when he wakes up again, he's tied to a chair next to Kono while some fierce-looking man with scars on his face is examining his badge with an amused air. Steve's pretty sure this isn't going to bode well for him, and he sadly turns out to be right.
The second mistake is letting his mouth run away with him when he gets asked about the investigation and how much the HPD knows. He gets worked over pretty good and then gets thrown into a dark, spare room with a bare lightbulb that flickers in and out and eventually just out. He wakes up to his head in Kono's lap, her hands gently dabbing at the worst cuts on his face with a scrap of tissue she'd had in her pocket to try and clean his wounds. She has a few bruises on her face, a cut at her lip, and a murderous look in her eyes. Steve feels safer already.
"You doing okay there, boss?" She peers down at him, her hands carefully examining his face, his collarbones, making sure nothing is broken. Her touch is impersonal, but Steve feels blood rising to his face anyway. He keeps trying to just see Kono as a colleague, a subordinate, just one of the guys, but he can never quite get it to click in his head. Every time he thinks he's got the hang of it, he catches the curve of her cheek as she turns her head, the bend in her hips that would fit his hands perfectly, the dip in the small of her back that Steve wants to put his mouth to until she pushes back into him.
He blames it on Chin for taking them to the beach and letting them see Kono in all her natural glory, riding the waves like she was born in the water. The first time he'd seen her come out of the ocean, looking like something out of a James Bond movie, striding to the shore like absolutely nothing was going to stand in her way if she had anything to say about it, Steve had thought he'd found religion. And then she'd punched that guy without missing a beat, and Steve had fallen hard.
He's managed to keep himself in check since then, but it's been a struggle. He's used to keeping things professional, even when he's attracted to someone, but Kono keeps throwing him off-balance with her depths. She's a rookie, but does tougher jobs than she would be doing as a regular cop as HPD, and she does them well; she can break a suspect easily, but she'll also spend her day off looking for a good home for the dog because she promised; she'll swing her fists if you even imply that Chin is a dirty cop, but she has no problems mocking the shit out of Steve in the breakroom when a case is done and he's too tired and defenseless to fight back.
She's not like anyone else Steve has ever known, and he's not entirely sure what to do with all of this emotion that he feels for her. He's already got his hands full working on Dad's case, looking for Hess, trying to figure out if Chin was set up to look dirty, trying to stop Mary Ann from going crazy with boredom in Hawaii, and making sure that Danny doesn't get shot or stabbed or kidnapped again because he promised Grace. He doesn't really have time to figure out this whole thing with Kono and whether it can happen or if she's just going to slap him down.
He doesn't even know if she has a boyfriend, for crissakes.
"Hey," she calls again, sounding a little more urgent this time. "You okay or what? Blink once for yes and twice for no."
"Fuuuuck," he groans, feeling his head pound in that sickening way that means he's going to be fighting nausea for a while. He shifts a little, winces when the pain radiates up his body, and flops back down on the floor. "What the fuck hit me?"
"A big, angry guy named Artie," she tells him without much sympathy, although she's gently rubbing her fingers against his temples, and that's helping him not feel like total shit. "I think he took exception to your calling him a scumbag."
"Call 'em like I see 'em," he cracks, although his voice is hoarse and uneven. "I really don't feel good."
"No shit, Commander." She reaches her hand underneath his head and carefully touches the base of his skull, softly apologizing when he jerks up and hisses. "Sorry, sorry, it's just-- you got hit pretty hard."
"Lucky I have such a hard head, like Danny keeps saying."
Her mouth quirks up in a reluctant smile, her fingers combing carefully through the mussed strands of his hair. "Uh-huh, tell me that again when the concussion kicks in."
He blinks his eyes rapidly and then lifts his hand up to look at it. "Nope," he says easily, "no concussion. All ten fingers are there."
She looks down at him and glares. "You're not funny, you know. At all. Like, ever."
"I'm hilarious," he sighs, taking shameless advantage of the fact that he's injured and she's feeling sorry enough for him to keep him close to her. He turns his face up so that his head is pressed against her stomach, feeling something twist inside him when she gently cups his face and leans down to press her cheek to his head. "You just don't appreciate good comedy."
There's a slight huff of air as she hides her laugh against his hair. "I'm not taking any of your opinions seriously," she says lightly. "You think watching 'Lethal Weapon' every week is a valid lifestyle choice."
"It's a good movie--"
"Every week?"
"No one understands me," he sighs, and he can feel the curve of her smile against his forehead, and for a moment, he forgets that they're locked in this dank little hole of a room while men with machine guns are probably waiting for the order to shoot them.
"You think we're getting out of here?" she asks after a while, and Steve can't see her face, but he can hear the anxiety in her voice, can feel the nervous energy thrumming in her body. Kono wasn't built for sitting still and waiting for a rescue; she was made to run and fight and save people. If she hasn't already formulated a plan, she's working on one right now, he'll guarantee it.
He nudges his head back, trying to reassure her. "Chin and Danny will notice we're not back by now," he says thoughtfully, pretty sure that it's true. Danny at least will notice; Chin still remembers Steve as a cocky, brash kid who thought he knew everything, so maybe he'll think that Steve is off playing GI Joe with his cousin while they do real detective work.
Kono sighs. "I can't wait that long."
"What do you want us to do?" he asks incredulously, feeling the dull throbbing in his head come back at full force as he raises his voice. Bad idea. "Seriously, what are we supposed to do, take on an entire building of bad guys with guns?"
"Isn't that what you do?" she asks furiously. "You're a SEAL, right? Kick down some doors and shoot people."
"Listen," he says exasperatedly, "just because I was trained to survive anything and once actually ran an op in Kashmir--"
"Kashmir?" she asks dubiously.
"Kashmir," he confirms, "like the song, and just because I did that does not mean I can take on an entire building full of drug dealers with guns." He's a little embarrassed that his voice cracks on the last word, but he thinks he's made his point.
She thinks about that for a second. "You're right, it does sound like one of your dumber plans," she says dryly.
He makes a face, even though she can't see it in the dark. "Everybody's a fucking comedian," he snaps, and she laughs softly and cups his head in her hands, running her fingers gently through his hair.
"You're so sensitive," she teases.
He pushes his head closer to her, tilting up until he's pressing lightly against the swell of her breast. She doesn't say anything, so he presses in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he turns his face to brush his lips against the smooth, soft skin. "Kono?" he asks quietly, wondering if this is the point where she slaps him for going too far.
"You have the worst timing," she sighs, and he opens his mouth to protest that this is not his fault, he was trying to be professional and detached and shit, but she leans and cups his face, tilting it up to hers. "Shut up before you ruin this," she says fiercely, and before he has a chance to say anything, she's kissing him. Rough and desperate, like she's been thinking about this for a while and she can't wait any longer to find out, and Steve ignores the pain and the fear and the fact that there are men with guns waiting outside and lets himself get lost in Kono's mouth.
Her fingers clutch at his hair, making him hiss, and she pulls away long enough to whisper, "Sorry," before she takes his mouth again. Steve moans as she licks into his mouth, getting hard despite the steady aches of his body, and he tries to move his arms, his body, anything to switch their position so he can touch her, hold her against him and feel her move on top of him. He's so lost in the taste and feel of her that he misses the thunder of footsteps outside the door, the sounds of fighting in the hallway.
They pull apart at the first gunshot and start when the door breaks down, Chin and Danny rushing in, guns held in front of them as a thin, weak light throws patterns on the walls around them. Steve can see the incredulous look on Danny's face as he takes in the tableau in front of him. "Seriously?" he asks, holding his hands apart like he's measuring how wide his disbelief is. "We've been out busting our asses on this case and you're in here spooning?"
The look on Kono's face is warning enough. "Say that again," she bites out, her arms still wrapped tightly around Steve's shoulders, her grip never loosening in the entire five minutes of gunfire and the heroic entrance. "I dare you."
Danny takes a minute to consider his odds of survival. "Okay," he says in a milder tone, his hands up in a gesture of appeasement, "clearly this is not a good time for you. We'll discuss this later."
Chin shakes his head like he'd taught Danny better than this. "HPD's rounding up the gang," he tells Steve, who still hasn't figured out if he should get up now or just enjoy Kono's warmth for as long as he can. "Danno's going to book them--"
"God," Danny groans, grinding the heel of his palm against his forehead like he has a headache already, "you fuckers just love saying any variation of that, don't you?"
Chin represses a smile and continues on. "And we'll question them while you get your ass to the hospital and get checked out." He nods at Kono. "You too, 'cuz."
She rolls her eyes and makes a 'talk talk' gesture at him, but she's moving carefully to her feet, shifting Steve to the side so she can stand up. Danny and Chin holster their guns and bend to help Steve up, carefully lifting him to his feet while Steve tries to keep his insides in and not yell at the pain that screams through his body when he's finally standing. Slouching. Kind of curling into Chin, really.
Chin pats his shoulder and Steve just knows that Danny's giving him a sympathetic look. "C'mon, boss," he tells Steve kindly, "let's get you all cleaned up."
"You okay?" Danny asks Kono as Chin drags Steve out. Steve doesn't hear the answer, but he assumes it's something at his expense because he can hear Danny's raucous laughter follow him and vows to fuck with his coffee stash the next time Steve's the first one in the office.
Three hours later, he's fed up with doctors poking him and prodding him, trying to find out whether he has brain damage (and he's been working with Danny for way too long because all he can hear in his head is Danny cheerfully saying, "Of course he does. Have you seen what he does for fun? Hint: it involves bullets and getting beat up a lot," complete with the relevant hand gestures), and he checks himself out against their strenuous wishes.
Danny's waiting outside, leaning on his cane with a resigned look on his face. "Well," he says as Steve walks toward him, "Chin owes me fifty. I told him you'd be too stupid to stay in the hospital."
"Shut up and drive me home," Steve says tiredly, feeling every punch and kick ache as he moves. "It's not fair to pick on a man when he's beat up and defenseless."
Danny grins as he slides into the driver's seat. "I think it's the perfect time to pick on you. When am I going to get another opportunity like this?"
"Judas."
Danny raises an eyebrow at him. "You got me shot the first day I met you and you're the reason I'm using an old-man cane right now."
"It's character-building," Steve bluffs, but Danny just flips him off and throws the car into gear.
"Right, pull the other one, McGarrett."
They drive in silence for most of the way home, Steve huddled in misery while Danny puts on some local jazz station just to make Steve want to kill himself. When he pulls up in Steve's driveway, Kono's car is sitting there, looking small and unassuming, even though Steve's pretty sure she's never been to his house without one of the team there with her.
"She said she was going to watch over you," Danny says quietly, his tone making it clear that he and Steve would be having a serious talk about this later on when no one was around. "To make sure you didn't fall asleep and never wake up again because you're a fucking idiot."
And Steve's known Danny long enough now to know that he's trying to say that he was worried, that Steve's absence scared him, and also if Steve ever does anything this stupid again, Danny's going to put his foot up Steve's ass. So Steve just smiles slightly and says, "Thank you, Danno."
"Oh," Danny says as Steve opens the door to get out of the car, "one more thing. You hurt her and I'll kill you with a shovel." The look on his face is completely serious, and Steve has no doubt that he'll follow through with it, although he'd expected this speech from Chin, not Danny.
"You'll be getting that speech from Chin after you heal up," Danny says suddenly, almost like he's reading Steve's mind. "He's willing to wait until you've fully recovered."
"Stop that," Steve says crossly. "It's fucking creepy when you do that." Danny laughs and gently shoves him out of the car, waiting patiently as Steve trudges up his driveway and into the house before he finally drives off.
Everything is quiet and still in his house, but there's an air of expectancy as he heads up the stairs to his bedroom. He finds Kono sitting on his bed, her knees pressed up against her chest and her chin resting on her knees, watching him as he enters the bedroom. "Fancy meeting you here," he says with a little smile, not sure where they stand right now after that kiss in the room.
She smiles back and beckons him forward, biting her lip as she watches him shed his shirt and crawl onto the bed, putting her knees down as he rests his head in her lap like before. "I'm here to make sure you don't die in your sleep," she tells him softly, her lips pressed to his temple.
"Yeah, I hear that's a big concern right now," he murmurs, turning his face to her thigh and nosing at the soft, smooth skin. "I'm grateful."
"How grateful?" she asks, amusement in her voice.
"Very," Steve says in a low voice, gently licking a line up to her thigh, feeling her fingers in his hair as she tugs him closer. "Like really, really grateful."
"Do girls usually fall for your lines?" she asks in a slightly breathless voice as he sits up and undoes her shorts, pulling them down her legs and kissing every inch of skin as it's exposed to him. "I'm just curious because they're genuinely terri--." She gasps as he pushes her back and pushes open her legs, tugging her panties to one side and licking her carefully, deliberately. "Ohhh, Jesus."
"My lines always work," he assures her, wrapping his fingers against the delicate straps of her underwear and yanking them down. She tries to argue with him, but he presses his face against her and licks and sucks until she's wrapped tight around him, her thighs quivering against his head as she arches up and comes with a low, desperate cry.
"God," she says shakily as he climbs up her body, kissing her roughly, letting out a sharp hiss when she bites his already-bruised lower lip. "We should probably take this slow," she tells him, her fingers already undoing his pants and slipping inside. "I mean, you've had a head injury--"
"Not so bad," he reassures her, thrusting into her hand, bending his head to lick at her nipple through her shirt. "I saw a doctor. I'm better now."
"Plus you got beat up pretty bad," she adds, making a soft noise when Steve bites her nipple, her fingers tightening around him, making him buck hard.
"I've been through worse," he pants, fucking harder into her hand, feeling all the aches and pains fall away as she jerks him off, her mouth desperate against his.
"Seriously, Steve--"
"Later," he promises, and fuck, he's almost there, almost there so shockingly fast, and he thinks he's probably been almost there since she'd kissed him like she was starving for him in that filthy little room with no light and no hope, just her and her body against his and the way she tasted. "Please, Kono, God." She doesn't argue, doesn't say anything but his name, and squeezes and strokes until he's shaking and coming, murmuring things that make no sense but make her hold him tight to her and kiss him until he has to pull away just to be able to breathe.
He collapses on the bed next to her, still twitching at the feel of her hand on his cock, feeling light-headed and exhausted and so good. "Wow," he says softly.
"Oh, you are so good with the ladies," she laughs, leaning over to press kisses against his mouth, his chin, his throat. "Really, so smooth."
He tries to lift his head to glare at her, but he's too wiped out so he just lies back in bed and lets her curl around him. "I'm going to have a really good comeback to that when I wake up," he promises, smiling when she giggles and kisses the tattoo above his nipple.
"Which will be in an hour," she reminds him, nudging him when he groans. "Here to make sure you don't die, remember?"
"Fine," he sighs. "But I want a blowjob in an hour."
"For what?"
He grins. "Incentive for me to stay awake."
She shakes her head like she can't believe his nerve. "How about not dying as an incentive for staying awake?"
"Blowjob."
She looks at him thoughtfully. "I want to be on top when we fuck then," she finally says, and Steve doesn't normally believe in luck or fate, but he thinks he'll make an exception this time.
"We can definitely do that," he says with feeling, pulling her in for a sweet, careful kiss.
"Go to sleep, Commander," and she laughs when he shivers. "You are really way too easy."
"I'm predictable," he mutters, turning so that he can rest his head against her shoulder, tucking her against his body and tangling his legs in hers. "So sue me."
"Maybe when you recover," she tells him soothingly, her fingers brushing at his temple in calming strokes as he falls asleep, a smile in her voice. "It'll be a fair fight then."
Off to watch last night's H50 and love on Kono!