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Danny is so through with this whole island. Not only does it practically steal Steve out from under his nose what with the whole injury thing, but after Danny got him home and proceeded to show him just why he should be in good shape, then, then he left maybe one too many hickeys and Steve is exactly the kind of idiot who doesn't cover it up.

So now, now Kono knows. She has to know. She'd taken one long hard look at Steve's neck after Danny had slung his arm around his shoulders. And because Kono knows, well, then Chin does, and god knows that their extended family (which Danny is pretty sure makes up the whole island) knows, too.

He's steaming, still, and he's taken a break from the office to head to his place and just pace it out, running his hands through his hair as he tries to figure out if he's being freakishly paranoid, aware that maybe his poor reaction has done half the work. Now Kono is gonna tell people and the Governor will pull him off the task force and he's gonna have to leave the island and then how's he gonna see Gracie, huh? How?

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"I would have a nervous breakdown," Danny says, folding the tie very carefully and setting it on the endtable, cupping Steve's neck with his palm. "And then I would get Gracie and we would go tie-shopping to replace all the ties that burned up in the fire you set."

"Wait, how did this get to be my fire, exactly?" Steve counters, narrowing his eyes at Danny but not pulling away from him in the meantime.

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"Oh, come on," Danny protests. "If there's gonna be a fire that somehow gets all my ties, I'm not exactly gonna blame Hesse on that one," he points out dubiously. "It's gonna be all you, baby."

"No, this is going to be me," Steve replies, his hand cupping between Danny's legs and squeezing gently, again, just for the sheer thrill of watching his partner's expression change from that touch alone.

"Oh, fuck," Danny gasps, practically bending in two in reaction to the touch, letting out a wheeze of a breath, his fingers flying to grab at Steve's shirt tightly, bunching up the fabric. "Steve," he moans.

"Hmm? What was that?" Steve asks, feigning oblivion even as he repeats the squeeze, a smirk turning up the edges of his mouth. "Didn't catch that."

"Fuck your gorgeous face, you fucker," Danny hisses out, bucking his hips forward in order to get more of that friction, practically hauling Steve into a furious teeth, not exactly graceful, but it gets the job done. "You are about to get so blown, my friend."

Steve groans a little too, pushing the heel of his hand against the bulge in Danny's pants just to watch him squirm again, but the prospect of a blowjob is a pro too. "Only if you let me return the favor."

"What are you, some kinda copycat?" Danny mutters as he shifts, gets one last good hard rock against Steve's hand before he starts yanking off Steve's pants, fast as he can, shoving them and his boxers down. "You were the kid who followed his sister around on easter, looking for eggs in the hunt, weren't you?" he accuses, breathing hot air against Steve's dick.

Steve's already hard, or about as close to it as he can, but the second he feels the heat of Danny's breath ghosting over his skin it's almost painful and he shifts against the couch, hips reflexively grinding, needing more than just the teasing hot air. "What, so you're telling me you don't want me to suck you off?"

"I'm just saying it might be nice if maybe you fucked me," Danny says, like he's just reasoning off the top of his head. He widens his mouth and sucks the head of Steve's dick in past his lips, forming a good hard ring of suction before sliding his lips off, tongue joining.

Steve flat-out hisses, his head lolling back against the couch like he's lost all ability to use his neck muscles, fingers twisting up in Danny's hair and tugging. "I wouldn't say no."

Danny lets out a small howl of a sound at being tugged, glaring up at McGarrett before going back to work, kneading Steve's balls with his fingers, taking him just a bit deeper than before and sucking in a repetitive motion, dragging his lips a bit slower this time.

Steve releases another sigh, a low, long groan, one hand cupping the back of Danny's head as he slumps down along the couch, almost reduced to boneless nothing at just the mere sensation of Danny's mouth. "You want me to fuck you?"

Danny takes his time. He doesn't actually ease away for about two minutes and when he does, he tongues the slit of Steve's dick for just a moment before peering up, grinding his erection against Steve's hip. "You tell me."

Steve's reduced to short, harsh breaths at this point, his eyes dark and half-lidded, his lips dry until he remembers to lick them, and nods. "Let me."

Danny grins and shifts just enough so that he's not just rubbing up against Steve like a horny teenager. "Get up, I'll do my magic trick and locate us a bed."

He really doesn't need to be told twice, and once he gets to his feet, Steve doesn't see any reason to stay clothed, either, stepping to one side and stripping out of his shirt, kicking off his boots and stepping out of the pants and boxers bunched down around his ankles.

Danny follows suit, hauling out the bed so fast it creaks and stripping when he's done, working on his socks while he lets his eyes roam over Steve's body. "So, I hope you know you got us a noise complaint the other day," he says, bending over to search through the drawers for supplies.

Steve pretty much flops down onto the bed without enough force to actually break it, laying back and looking up at Danny with an amused expression. "You're not serious."

"Do you see my face?" Danny retorts sharply, flicking a couple of condoms atop Steve's chest, the lube going with it. "I am dead serious, babe. All your hollering and your sex got us into hot water with my landlord, so now I'm on first warning basis."

"Well, then, I guess you'll just have to gag me next time," Steve jokes, reaching up with one hand to catch the condoms as they smack him in the chest, giving Danny a smug look.

Danny is, maybe, hinting that they should just have sex at Steve's house, but if Steve wants to be this defunct and thick about it, then Danny is just gonna have to take his time. He crawls into bed with Steve, kicking at the covers and uncapping the lube to slick it over his fingers, spreading his thighs so he can prepare himself. "It's not you I'm worried about when it comes to noise. You do things to me, McGarrett. Turn me into a howling girl."

"You're not bothering me," Steve replies, rolling over top of him and pressing down, holding one of the condoms between two fingers briefly as he leans in to kiss Danny. "And if you spent the night with me, you wouldn't have to worry about the volume level."

Danny leans into the kiss, wondering when Steve's gonna get it in his thick head that Danny, in his own way, has agreed to the night-spending with Steve. He's just not ever going to actually admit it. "Suppose there is all that privacy. But hey, I like this place," he stubbornly defends, rocking his hips down and letting out a low moan as he pushes two fingers into himself.