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When the morning sunlight comes spilling into his room, Danny makes a muffled noise of protest as he rolls back onto his stomach and starts to regret asking Steve to put in windows. Sure, windows are great and they let the light in and now he feels like he lives in a home and not a shack, but in the morning, now he just feels grumpy and glared on.

Danny rolls onto his back and sighs, staring at the ceiling and glancing at the wall to his side that separates his room from Steve's. Usually he just knocks on it and asks if Steve wants breakfast, but Danny's got a full day with a shift at the IPD and then over to the Children's Office. Not to mention, he does want to see some people about house repairs. So, it's a long day, and he'd still like to squeeze in Date Number Six.

He finally coaxes himself out of bed. The sooner he gets to the office, the sooner he gets back for dinner. He knows he's going to be around little ones inevitably, so he doesn't go for the tie, getting an old Jets football jersey and sliding it on atop a pair of worn-in jeans. Yeah, he's gonna catch hell, but he learned his lessons about ties around babies when Grace was tiny.

He makes a note to pick up hair gel when he comes back because his hair is flyaways and tears, no order to it as he starts making noise to tell Steve that he's up. "Hey! I'm making fruit for breakfast. You know, just like every other day, since you haven't put a stove in for me!" he shouts, voice escalating on every word.

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Steve doesn't laugh, but he does hide a smile against Danny's shoulder, lips pressing against warm skin, and when Danny shifts back against him, there's a brushing friction that does a better job of getting him hard than he originally anticipated. He shoves his hand down the front of Danny's pants, and then under the boxers, palm loosely cupping his dick.

Danny jolts awake when dream-Steve isn't so much playing with dolphins anymore. He wakes up right into a hand on his dick, which is definitely interesting. He shifts a little more deliberately this time, spreading his thighs as he rocks back against Steve. "Hey, babe," he drawls. "G'morning."

"Morning," Steve murmurs against the back of Danny's neck, nose nuzzling into his sleep-mussed hair, his knuckles brushing the inside of Danny's thigh while he slowly moves his hand. "Sleep well?"

Danny feels pretty goddamn refreshed. In fact, he hasn't slept this well since Rachel brought a little Grace into their bed and they co-slept with her and everything he loved was in one bed. "...yeah, amazing, actually," he says, almost half-surprised. "What're you doing?" he asks, amused.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Steve asks, leaning forward in order to nibble on Danny's earlobe, flicking his tongue against his neck, his hand only touching light enough to tease.

Danny lets out a slow moan, shifting again. "I'm feeling like you're doing things to me that I'd like to continue after I take a piss," he says, reaching back to squeeze Steve's hip lightly.

Steve groans and then relents, pulling back and rolling over and away, giving Danny enough room to move. "Spoil my fun."

Danny wiggles out of the bed and makes it to the bathroom where he doesn't take a single second longer than he needs to, washing his hands and ambling back to the bedroom. He leans against the doorframe and lets his gaze slowly scan over Steve's body.

"I'm still asleep," Danny insists.

"You always sleep standing up?" Steve asks. He's rolled over onto his back now, one arm lazily slung up above his head, enjoying the excuse the early morning gives him to linger in Danny's bed a little longer.

Danny shuts the bedroom door behind him out of habit and slides back into bed. The early morning, Steve's position, and his exhaustion make him want to do nothing more than curl up for a while. His t-shirt is sticky to his chest, as are his cotton pajama pants, but as he drapes one leg over Steve's hips, they feel all right to him. "Well, I got a genuine hotass in my bed, naked. I gotta be dreaming."

"Maybe you are," Steve says, because maybe there's a part of him that still isn't convinced he hasn't dreamed all of this up to now. He reaches over, one hand sliding underneath the bottom of Danny's t-shirt, coaxing it up over his chest. "If you were dreaming, what would happen next?"

"What I want to happen next is distinctly unsexy, you are far better off not asking me that, Steven," Danny warns as he shifts just enough to let him pry his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. He flexes his shoulders back, giving the blades a pinch.

"You look a little warm, Daniel," Steve murmurs, shifting Danny over onto his back as he hovers above him, one hand sliding down his before his fingers find the drawstring of the pajama pants, slowly pulling it loose. "Think you need to lose some more layers."

Danny grins as he settles with his hips flush against the sheets, finding it a huge turn-on to be called 'Daniel' to the point he's worried about his libido. "Do I, really? Hell, and here I thought you were...what was it? Going to rip 'em off me?"

"I don't know if it's come to that yet," Steve says, fingers gripping the elastic and yanking down hard, boxers and pajama pants both coming down, and ultimately, there may be a small tear that occurs, but he's willing to endure the yelling if it means getting Danny naked faster. He lays on his stomach, shimmying up, sliding Danny's legs open.

Danny lies pliant for Steve. It's a miracle what a good night's sleep and getting laid does to Danny. He just smiles happily, doesn't say a word, and he definitely hears the tear. Danny shifts his legs, planting his ankles in the bed, knees twisted inwards. "Did you take notes, baby? Make little diagrams? Or am I gonna coach you through this?"

Steve mouths along Danny's thigh, kissing up to the side of his knee and then back down again, and shrugs one shoulder. "Just tell me what you want me to do, Danny, and I'll do it," he promises, his hand curling around the base of Danny's dick as he wraps his lips around the head, sucking slow and unhurried.

Danny breathes in and then out slowly, pleasure inherent in every last second of it. "I wanna further your education, Master McGarrett," Danny admits and cocks a brow upwards at him. "So how about you crawl up here, get the lube, touch yourself," he drawls. "And then maybe you could push some fingers in me and screw me silly."

"You sure you don't want me down here a little while?" Steve teases, pulling back to let his tongue lick in long, wet swipes along the length of Danny's dick, lips sucking around the head again and then withdrawing with a soft pop. He eventually does as Danny suggests, though, crawling up Danny's body on hands and knees, reaching over him for the lube and leaning down to kiss him as he does.

Danny tips his chin back to indulge in the kiss, spreading his thighs a little further, toes gripping at the bedsheets. "I would love for you to earn a second living down there," Danny admits freely, "but I want you to get the full experience. Then maybe you can go back to showing me how long a Navy SEAL can hold his breath."

"It's been a while," Steve admits, slicking his fingers as he peppers Danny's jawline with kisses, "but last I checked, up to five minutes." He mimics Danny's movement from last night, easing a first and then a second finger inside, almost groaning at how tight that feels, how much better it's going to feel when it's his dick inside Danny instead.

"Okay, Steven, you and me, we're gonna test that out in the water one day," Danny announces with a loud moan ripped through him at even just the mental image of Steve, soaking wet, blowing him and then submerging like some kind of sea-god.

Danny lets his knees fall slightly, spreading them wider. The bad one twinges, slightly, but it gives way when Steve keeps pushing his fingers in. "You feel that? Good," Danny breathes. "Get me nice and slick."

Steve grins at the mere idea, though he's not going to deny that it's a damn good idea to test out if he's ever heard one, but right now, he's focused on Danny here and what this is doing for both of them. He pulls his hand back and squeezes more of the bottle's contents onto his fingers before pressing them back in, slightly crooking them.

"Like that?" he asks, already fairly certain he's on the right track but needing, wanting to hear that validation. "That feels good?"

Danny tips his head back. Without the gel, the fluffy and loose strands fall all over the pillow and he's gonna answer, he really is, but first he's got a pretty loud moan to let loose. "Yeah. Oh fuck, yeah," he breathlessly pants. "Yeah, feels good. Don't have to do too much. I've done this before, I can take it."

"Okay," Steve whispers, nipping at Danny's neck before he slides over him again, reaching for one of the condoms by the bed, and at least there's some of this that feels familiar, he thinks, as he rolls it on, fingers slicking over the latex. He kneels between Danny's open legs, grabbing his thighs and tugging him down off the pillows keeping him propped up, and leans forward, hand sliding around his dick as he tries to angle himself.