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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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Steve shrugs. "Look, Danny, you know I am perfectly willing to take care of the thing that's making those jeans so tight - so, if you don't mind being late - " He shifts in his seat again, glancing over at his partner as a warm wind picks up outside and plasters the thin cotton of Danny's t-shirt against his skin, making every curve of his abdomen visible.

Danny digs out his phone from his pocket and dials Rachel. "Hi. Yes, thank you for picking up the phone. No, I'm coming. Yes, I'm on my way! Look, Rach, I'm gonna be a little late, okay? I got this thing. -- Yes, it's an important thing. You're just eating dinner! Look, I am with my boyfriend currently and excuse me for not wanting to rush for five minutes. Ten," he amends. "Just give her an extra helping and I'll be there."

He pauses, waiting for the reaction and getting it. "Yes, I know you thought that phase was done and so did I. No, I am not telling you how hung he is! Get off the line and go eat your bangers and whatever it is you English people eat."

Steve starts to chuckle as soon as he picks up the one, but the minute the conversation starts to go thoroughly downhill, his eyes go wide and he immediately starts signaling for Danny to cease and desist, getting out of the car and walking around to the other side. "Danny," he hisses, "Danny, what are you - no, no, do not tell her - "

But it's too late, and he's already hanging up the phone, and Steve slumps against the Camaro, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Great."

"What are you panicking for?" Danny has to wonder, giving Steve a long look. "Look, I know you and Rachel don't have the storied history that I do with her, but let me tell you this. She's gonna stew about this and I'm gonna show up in twenty minutes when she's had time to process it, when she'll be ready to talk."

He cups Steve's neck with his hand. "C'mon, babe. Trust me. You want me to tell her like an adult, this is how it goes."

"You could've at least mentioned that part before you went ahead and told her we were going to be late because we can't keep our hands off each other," Steve replies, squeezing Danny's hip.

"Jeez, Danno. Nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Actually, I didn't tell her we'd be late. Just me and my boyfriend. You'd like him. Tall, dark, pretty handsome," Danny says with a smirk on his face, leaning into the touch. "And she doesn't know we're fucking. I'm just gonna tell her I was on a date, but that Grace's Uncle Steve made sure I knew the time. You'd like my boyfriend," Danny says. "We can swing around and go see him now."

"Smug son of a bitch," Steve fondly replies, hooking fingers into the belt loops of Danny's jeans and pulling him in by his hips, leaning down to kiss him before Danny can come up with some kind of retort or even have the ability to think of one.

Danny tips his head back and really gets involved, sliding one hand around Steve's ass and the other goes right to his neck to hold on tight, pushing their bodies flush together. He only breaks away when he can barely breathe. "But I like my dirty mistress better," he says with a fond look right back at Steve.

"And he's a cheater," Steve teases, giving Danny another quick kiss, his thumb swiping across hipbone when Danny's t-shirt rides up a little in the front before he moves to run his hand underneath the shirt altogether, palm resting against the fine hair on his abdomen.

Danny hurries to unbuckle the belt, letting it hang open as he unhooks the button of his jeans, unzips them, and shoves them down just low enough that they can fuck without everyone on the road getting an eyeful. "Yeah, well, your body does things to me. Things, McGarrett."

"So I noticed," Steve murmurs, his hand sliding down the few inches he needs to slip inside the unbuttoned waist of Danny's jeans to touch him, fingers loosely wrapping around his cock and tugging as his mouth continues the slow, slightly sloppy and hurried kiss.

Danny tries to grind up against Steve as he gets a handjob, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. "Babe," he moans out, long and languid in between the kiss. "When you're done...backseat," is all he gets out, in order to tell him that Danny's gonna blow him in order to take the stress off of the Rachel meeting.

Steve's going to do more than use his hand, though, and he's not above dropping to his knees right there on the side of the road, hiding behind the side of the Camaro, turning Danny to lean him back against the car and taking his cock out of his jeans to wrap his lips around before he starts sucking him off with audible enjoyment, groaning at the taste of him. It's not his most careful blowjob; in fact, it's sloppy, messy, lots of slurping, his mouth slickly gliding around Danny's cock as his head bobs.

Danny tries to grab for something, anything, and he lets out a breathless whine of a sound. Holy god, he should've told Rachel ten minutes because at this rate it's going to be embarrassingly messy and then just done. "Steve! Fuck!" he cries out, pushing into the warmth of Steve's mouth.

Even if it isn't what Steve would call his best, perfectionist that he is, it still seems to be getting the job done, and his cheeks hollow out a little more as he sucks a little harder, head bobbing a little faster, one hand keeping Danny pressed back against the Camaro while his other frees his own cock from his cargo pants, slowly tugging.

Danny lets out a fumbled little groan of a noise that gets caught in the back of his throat and this next part, this next part he's not so proud of. See, he's practically on edge and so when Steve keeps doing that, he comes.

Which isn't the embarrassing part. The embarrassing part involves the fact that Danny's bad knee just gives and he's suddenly sliding down the Camaro, buckling to the ground as he claws for something to hold to.

Steve swipes a hand over the back of his mouth and reaches out to catch Danny as he starts to stumble, arms coming up underneath his to hold him steady, propping him upright, his own needs momentarily forgotten.

"Whoa, whoa. You okay?"

"Knee," he grits out, because all the sucking of his dick has apparently told his body that there is no need to keep standing. Not at all. He wraps his arms tight around Steve to balance himself, trying to lock it back into place, breathing out heavy as he keeps holding on. "Just...gimme a sec," he gets out, wobbling slightly, but getting back on his two feet.

Steve looks a little ruffled too, hair mussed and pants undone, but he gets Danny up to his feet and stays close to give him a place to balance on if need be, arm slung loose underneath his shoulders. "I'm right here."

"Yeah, I know you are." Danny sighs when there's a spot of relief and turns in order to gesture to the car. "C'mon, backseat. There's a reason you and I don't so much do sex standing up and this is one of 'em."

Steve grins crookedly, opening the door to climb into the backseat and sliding over, giving Danny more than enough room to hobble in. "I still love you, Danno, even with that bum knee of yours."

Danny follows in a hurry, giving Steve a Look, but he's on him before he can say otherwise. "You better love me especially cuz of the knee. I mean, otherwise, I'm gonna worry you'll leave me for someone with great knees, like Chin."

"Danny, if I ever left you, you'd never let me hear the end of it," Steve replies, and there's both a smile on his lips and a fondness in his gaze as he kisses his partner, slow and sensual and with lots of tongue.

"Is that your way of saying you agree to never dump me?" Danny clarifies, smirking, but letting it go in order to pay closer attention to getting kissed like that, grabbing at Steve's hair and debating what he wants to do. "C'mon, shift so I can fingerfuck you."

"Goddamn, Danno, you know I love it when you sweet-talk me," Steve chuckles, lazy and slow, but his hips hitch up slightly and he drags blunt fingernails across the slope of Danny's side, not light enough to tickle but not hard enough to leave scratch marks.