AU PLOT

[haolehothead]

Danny is not accustomed to: Hawaii heat, spam on restaurant menus, pidgin English, and waking up with too much hair, less height, and distinctly different body parts. He's too goddamn tired to put much thought to it beyond 'really wacked-out dream' and so he grunts and shifts in order to clamber on top of Steve a little more, working half his torso -- what the fuck, how is he so short, how is there so little of him? -- on top of Steve and wrapping his arms around him to get more comfortable.

"Steve," Danny mutters, voice low but clearly a bit different. "If you freak when you wake up, I'm kneeing you in the balls." And after a year of waking up next to Steve, Danny's got a pretty good read on how to do it half-asleep.

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[newkindofcop]

"What, so suddenly I'm not allowed to touch you?" Steve murmurs, pulling a few pieces of wet hair back to kiss Danny's neck, tasting salty sea water.

[haolehothead]

"You're gonna make us fall," Danny warns, feeling a little perilous in their position, but he tries to steady the both of them by wrapping his legs around Steve's waist again, letting out a small sound of pleasure. "At least get us to the sand."

[newkindofcop]

"I got you," Steve promises, sliding his arms around Danny a little tighter, focusing on the back-and-forth of the waves to keep his center of balance from slipping, and gets them out of the water without incident - even if he pretends he's going to drop Danny at least once.

[haolehothead]

"Jesus shit, McGarrett, I will end you and you will wish you never met me!" is Danny's verbose reaction to Steve pretending like he can't carry him -- all, whatever number of pounds he is now. "You fucking asshole, you think you're funny?" he spits out, running his fingers through Steve's hair.

[newkindofcop]

"I don't know, I thought it was pretty funny myself," Steve replies, feigning ignorance as he moves to actually set Danny down on the perfectly solid sand before thinking better of it. "Oh, unless you don't want to get down now?"

[haolehothead]

"That's it," Danny announces as he gets down from Steve's grip, kicking at his calf. "I'm going to seduce your sister. I'll get a couple of beers and I think she'd appreciate a little oral."

[newkindofcop]

Steve just looks at him, frowning a little, but mostly he stares him down, because what he knows from experience is that a staredown will work more often than not. "Are you, now."

[haolehothead]

Danny steels himself for this, hands on soaking wet hips, staring right back up at Steve and thinking about 'one win, just one'. "Yup," he agrees. "I'm gonna go put the stockings back on and the garter clip and I'm gonna wear this sexy red dress and then I'm gonna go be gay for your sister."

[newkindofcop]

"Really," Steve muses out loud, nodding, pursing his lips as if he's actually giving this ridiculous idea some thought. "You think she'd go for that. Really."

[haolehothead]

"Well, if she doesn't go for it, I'm thinking that you know that club we went to that once? Remember? Dark, you getting eye-groped, I'm thinking I could find a taker there to at least not drop me on the sand!" Danny shouts right in Steve's face, getting a couple of inches closer.

[newkindofcop]

"I didn't drop you, Danny, it was a joke," Steve says pointedly, refusing to back away or even concede so much in the way of breathing room. They're testing each other, the way they always do, trying to push the boundaries just enough for someone to break or give in. If he didn't know it was Danny by now, this is the defining sign.

[haolehothead]

"Again, not funny!" Danny shouts right back in his face, but there's just a degree of petulance in the mix. He lets out a huff of a breath and twirls the ring around his thumb once, twice, then three times, shifting his bare foot now to slide it up the inside of Steve's calf, fingers running down his arm and circling the tattoo.

[newkindofcop]

"So, what, you want to get back at me now? Go right ahead," Steve replies. He's not as loud in the argument, but it's loud for him, his fingers creeping along the curve of Danny's hipbone as he tilts his head to look down at him from a different angle.

[haolehothead]

"Oh, fuck you, get inside the house," Danny says, half-furious, half-gleeful, and he's shoving at Steve to get him to go inside. "Feed the dog and go to the bedroom."

[newkindofcop]

Steve ducks his head, but he does as he's told for once, bringing the beers inside and crouching down to let the puppy dive into his arms, picking him up to carry him into the kitchen while he gets his dinner ready. "You hungry? Yeah?"

[haolehothead]

Danny waits and watches for Steve, ducking behind some trees to change one more time -- out of the swimsuit, into the stockings and buttoning up the shirt, keeping it loose. He lingers at the back door, peering inside the house. "Are you in the bedroom yet?" he shouts.

[newkindofcop]

"Almost," Steve calls back, before he's forced to set a wriggling Zulu down on the floor so he can eat his dinner, gently scratching him behind the ears before heading to the bedroom. He strips off his wet trunks and leaves them hanging to dry, slipping beneath the covers.

[haolehothead]

Danny takes just a small detour in the kitchen to scratch at Zulu's ears, still a pushover for the damn puppy even if he ends up being the strict parent. Danny pauses at the fridge to grab a bowl of strawberries and then heads up the stairs to the bedroom, not doing so much in the approach except for walking straight in and setting the bowl on the night table. "I would've suggested we do this on the beach, but sand everywhere? Not again."

[newkindofcop]

"Do - oh," Steve says, and there it is right in front of him, Danny looking good enough to eat in those stockings with nothing else attached to them, and he reaches out to grab Danny's arm as he sets the bowl of fruit on the nightstand, tugging him down into the bed, his other hand snarling in Danny's hair as he pulls him on top, needing to feel every inch of him. "Get over here."

[haolehothead]

Danny adjusts and unbuttons the top button of the shirt so the collar hangs loose. He swings his legs over Steve's and settles half in his lap, reaching back for a strawberry and pressing it to his lips, sucking it back. Sure, they're half to try and arouse Steve, but also half because Danny's just hungry. He gets another and presses it to Steve's lips. "You've been such a good boy all day, resisting."

[newkindofcop]

He raises an eyebrow, but opens his mouth for the strawberry, biting in just enough to keep it from falling out when Danny lets go, then through the whole way and chews, slowly, reaching up to pull the rest out that he can't eat. "You didn't exactly make it easy for me."

[haolehothead]

Danny disposes of the stem, leaning down to kiss away the red stain from off his lips, sliding his foot down over Steve's leg before sliding it back up. "What, when I mauled you in the gym? Or when our coworkers cockblocked us?"

[newkindofcop]

"Mmm, all of the above," Steve groans, stretching underneath him and lifting his hips suggestively, watching as Danny briefly rises off the bed when he does so. "But you knew what you were doing."

[haolehothead]

"Did I?" Danny muses, almost unconsciously, sliding his knees over Steve's hips and straddling him just snugly enough to show him that no, Danny isn't wearing anything other than the stockings and shirt. He gets slightly snug, just resting there lightly. "What was I doing?" he asks again, feigning ignorance.

[newkindofcop]

"Wearing these, for one," Steve starts, his hand settling on the outside of Danny's thigh and rising up over the stocking, finding the place where the hem starts and snapping it gently against his leg. "Bending over in that tight skirt to look through my files. Just a little further and you would've been putting on even more of a show for me."