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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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Steve doesn't reach down to touch himself, doesn't even more to allow himself that kind of gratification, burying his face against the bed, his groans desperate and needing as he's reduced to simply lying there and taking it, every inch of what Danny's got to give him. "Yours," he promises, fingers grabbing fistfuls of the sheets.

Danny shifts his thigh and lifts it in order to fuck Steve from a new angle, sliding his hand under Steve's body to start stroking his dick and bringing him off, all the way he fucks him, dry as a bone. "C'mon. There, there, you want it, don't you, Steve?"

It's too much friction and not enough to get him off, Danny's hand dry around his cock, and Steve groans in frustration, rocking back onto his heels, back arched slightly, fingers squeezing the sheets as he jerks forward in reflex. "Can't - I need - shit, Danny, I need - "

Danny sighs and shifts so that his rhythm has practically stopped. Still, it's easier to reach up and grab the lube when he's not shifting up and down. He slicks up his hands and gets Steve really going, now. "Yeah, there you go, there it is," he growls.

Steve nearly sobs in relief when Danny gets a slick hand around him, hips jerking forward into that grip in a motion that's beyond his own semblance of control now. "Danny," he moans, shifting back to press himself into Danny's hips, rolling his own slowly.

"Yeah," Danny exhales, a lot softer than before as he slows his pace down to keep it from going frenetic. "Yeah, Steve, I hear you, I got you," he promises him, as soothingly as he can. "You can come."

And he lets go with another cry choking up in his throat, relief pouring out of his body in waves of trembling, rocking under Danny as his weight falls forward onto his arms, his frame relaxing and releasing.

Danny keeps going until he finds the same conclusion, coming until he's spent and sated, draped over Steve's body. He lets out a long breath and rubs his forehead against Steve's shoulders like a cat. "Sometimes," he breathes out, "I worry about us."

Steve makes a small sound, somewhere between a groan and a breathless chuckle, too spent to even move or entertain the thought of moving, arching in response as he senses Danny nuzzling over his shoulders. "Why would you be worried?"

Danny starts to play with his fingers on Steve's back, tracing anything he can idly as he tips his cheek to the side and rests it there fondly. "You and me, we seem to have a tendency to need sex all the time. What's gonna happen to our relationship if that stops? You don't, I mean, you don't think we're based on sex. Are we?"

Steve doesn't do anything aside from stretch out on his stomach, arms folded underneath his head, resting his chin on one forearm. "I think," he replies, slowly and evenly, once he's recovered and gotten to the place of normal breathing, "that sex based on anything less that the desire for intimacy just leaves you empty. And it's not about - just that, for me. It's - closeness. It's wanting to be close to you, to feel you, inside and out. Sex is just a side effect."

Danny slowly crawls his way over Steve's body until he's curled up against his side, pushing his palm over Steve's stomach and splaying his fingers there. "So, when we get older and can't do it anymore," he teases in a whisper. "You're not gonna dump me because my knee won't let us do anything but the easiest positions?"

"When we get older and can't do it anymore, I'm still gonna get on my knees for you, Danno," Steve replies, his smirk lazy with satisfaction, grinning the way he does only after they've had sex, his breath hitching once when Danny's hand grazes low across his abdomen. "We'll still find a way to enjoy ourselves."

Danny laughs breathlessly as he grabs for the blankets and tries to get as comfortable as he can. "I'm getting married to an intimacy-maniac," he teases. "My mother would be so proud."

"Hey, hey," Steve protests, rolling over onto his side, propping his head up on his hand and giving Danny a slow smile. "I'm not a maniac. Honestly, I'd be content with just - you know, this," he adds, gesturing to the space between them, fingertips brushing against Danny's chest. "Getting to be close to you."

Danny's grinning like an idiot as soon as Steve rolls over to face him and touch his chest. "Babe," he teases, dry and fond. "Don't be an idiot. I love you and I love this."

"Love you too, Danno," Steve murmurs, moving to slide under the covers alongside him, sighing the second his head hits the pillow. "Dinner was great, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah, you and your healthy agenda," Danny teases sleepily, shifting until he's in his favorite position -- with his body in ample curling-up space next to Steve's body.