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He's been working ever since he got the knee injury on stretching out muscles and ligaments around the thing to ensure it doesn't happen again. True, he lied his ass off to Helen about the how of it, but he doesn't like the idea of going back just to say 'and hey, happened again, more drugs?' Helen's been taking damn good care to make sure he's healing and Danny's not about to ignore stretches just because they get monotonous over time.

He's in a pair of orange board shorts alone and is in the shade just behind the hut. He figures once he's done, he'll take a quick dip to rinse the sweat off. Plus it'll make the damn puppy happy if they go in the water. He doesn't know exactly when it happened, but somehow, McGarrett converted the dog into a swimming idiot, too.

He's settling down precariously onto his shins, hands wedged behind his back as he inches further and further back, getting out a good stretch of his IT band in the thigh in order to try and loosen up some of the muscles and ligaments around the knee.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Danny breathes out when the stretch starts to radiate pain. "Too much."

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Even the mere pressure of Danny on his tailbone feels nice, and Steve shifts briefly beneath him, settling his hips flush against the bed underneath Danny's straddle, letting his eyes drift closed. "And I'm always grateful for that factor of our relationship," he murmurs drowsily, groaning low whenever Danny's fingertips linger on a knot.

"Aren't you, now," Danny teases as he grips hold of Steve's hips with both hands for a temporary moment. He follows that by spreading his palms and sliding them up Steve's back to start working at his neck and scalp, burying his fingers in Steve's hair before massaging firmly.

Steve may not have quite the visceral reaction that Danny gets with the tug of fingers in his hair, the deep massage of his scalp, but it comes pretty close, his back arching up slightly and the eventual roll of hips against the bed, fingers flexing underneath the pillows. "Oh, yeah," he breathes, but in response to Danny's teasing question and the massage itself.

Danny keeps working at Steve's back, amused by the intense reaction he's starting to encourage. He slides his hands down and returns to the shoulders, moving down the biceps and over the forearms before going back up again. "See? Now did you ever think you'd have someone to do this for you?"

"Not without some kind of monetary compensation," Steve murmurs absently, because he's sure he could've probably found a place back home that caters to those in need of massage - it's Hawaii, after all - but he doesn't think any of them would be as thorough as this. He sighs deeply into the sheets. "And not as good as this."

"I was talking about significant others, you goof," Danny snorts as he keeps moving and slides off of Steve's back in order to start massaging his calves and his feet. "Not masseuses."

"Oh," Steve replies, more of a groan than an actual response, shifting his head against the bed as he muffles another sound into the mattress. "Then no, I didn't."

Danny smirks as he focuses for a while on the backs of Steve's thighs before moving to his ass and his hips, really working out some of the tension to his hips. "Jesus, you can definitely tell you went running," Danny mutters.

"Needed to do - ah, something," Steve hisses, hitching his legs apart a little more while Danny's hands move up the back of his thighs and inward. "I never feel right unless I get a little bit of cardio in."

Danny shifts back up to sit on Steve's waist, focusing on his mid-back. "Well, that's just a shame then," he sighs. "You used up all your cardio with your running, now you don't get any sex."

"I didn't use it all up," Steve softly insists, deliberately shifting his hips underneath Danny. "If I'd run the whole loop I normally take, that would've finished me for today."

"Nah, I'm the one massaging out your tension," Danny says, but he's pretty much seeing how far he can go with this before Steve calls him out. "And you're just way too tense. Sorry, baby, no sex for you today. You ran too much."

"Well, alright then," Steve murmurs, hiding a grin against the inside of his arm, his eyes still closed and relaxed, his body betraying no other outward sign of his amusement at the whole thing. "I think I'll survive. Might be a close call, but I'll make it."

Danny grins and pinches at Steve's hip before giving him a nod. "Turn," he orders, shifting so that he's on his knees and suspended above Steve to give him the ability to turn over.

Steve rolls, shifting his weight back as he turns so he's moving in place without disrupting the position of Danny's knees. He smiles lazily, relaxed and fond, looking up at Danny's face and reaching down to squeeze the top of his thigh. "Thanks, D."

Danny grins down at Steve as he settles, going for the shoulders at the new angle, brushing the probing fingers down to the breastbone and up to his neck again before shifting and resuming a massage of Steve's thighs and calves from this side.

Steve grins, raising an eyebrow but not challenging this move in the slightest, idly resting a hand over his own stomach as he tilts his head to study Danny at this angle. It strikes him then, just how lucky he really is, not just having Danny for himself but even having him in his life at all, especially in a crazy place like this, and his expression turns fond the longer he watches him, silently appreciating.

Danny's still working his way up and he's on Steve's hips when he glances up and sees the expression on Steve's face. He furrows his brow and leans up slowly, pressing their bodies flush together before he steals a kiss. "What?" he asks softly, suppressing a laugh (but just barely).

"Nothing," Steve says, shaking his head, one hand rising to gently tousle Danny's hair, fingers sliding through the damp blonde strands, and he slides an arm around Danny's waist to hold him there on top, drawing him in for a deeper kiss. "Just you."

"What's just me?" Danny echoes, still bemused as much as he is suspicious. He rearranges his body so that he's got his legs wrapped snugly around Steve's waist, arms doing the same around his chest.

"Just you, here, with me. It's a good feeling," Steve promises, grinning as Danny literally clings to him like some kind of monkey, arms and legs wrapped around him tight and warm, their bodies pressed flush, and Steve tilts his head down to kiss Danny's forehead. "It's always a good feeling."

"God, you're such a goof," Danny laughs warmly, tipping his cheek to one side to rest against Steve's chest long enough to hear his heart beating before he shifts and slides off of him in order to press a kiss to Steve's lips. "Wait here. I got a thing I'm gonna do involving dinner."

"You want some help?" Steve asks, propping himself up on one elbow. He's relaxed, sure, but it doesn't mean he's completely helpless, and it's no real trouble for him to lend a hand where he's needed. If anything, it gives him a stronger feeling of being useful.

"Not yet!" Danny calls back when he opens one of the drawers and digs out the apron that'll cover his torso and front, but not much of the back at all. Once it's on, he rids the briefs and tosses them over the back of the couch (he's made sure, of course) that the front door's locked.

"Grilled fish and potato casserole sound okay?" he calls out, but only once he's been making that for five minutes, getting the oven ready.

"Yeah, sure, fine," Steve replies, gradually sitting up in bed so he's not at risk of falling asleep, given how relaxed he is. He rakes fingers through his hair, shakes his head slightly, and then swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and heading into the kitchen.

"Are you sure you don't need any - " The rest of the question drops off completely as soon as he notices what Danny is wearing - or, more accurately, not wearing.