[AU]

[haolehothead]

Danny's one downfall to staying in Steve's guest room is presenting itself at an alarming rate, at this point. And that's this: come his weekends with Grace? Now he's got a SEAL near him, being unpredictable and generally bad with kids. That and he's got beach access, so now Grace just wants to swim.

Danny has let her play on the beach, suntanned and hatted up, and once he's through, he heads up to the kitchen to grab a beer and give Steve a Talk about his expectations. "Okay, one," he says sharply, holding up a finger. "No guns around my daughter. No knives. No weapons in any fashion."

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[newkindofcop]

"Until you find a place you want to move to, that's what."

He flicks his tongue against the skin below Danny's navel, smirking slowly.

"But until then, you're the guest."

[haolehothead]

Danny's head falls back against the pillow, his hair losing any kind of grip or hold or form that it had. He looks mussed and disheveled and he groans loudly when Steve is getting closer. "Jesus Christ, McGarrett, are you blind?" he sputters. "Can you not see the raging erection going on down there?"

[newkindofcop]

"Not blind. Not even a little bit," he replies, fingers curling underneath the last remaining piece of clothing and pulling it down in order for him to slide a hand around Danny's cock and squeeze.

[haolehothead]

"Oh, shit, fuck, Steve, god," Danny gasps out, railing out all of those words at once seemingly and he just gives over, lets his body go loose into Steve's hold and tries to grasp at the back of Steve's neck to haul him closer for a kiss.

[newkindofcop]

"Uh-uh," Steve replies, keeping his head low, his hand cupping the base as he licks him, low, lazy traces of his tongue until he swirls it into wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.

[haolehothead]

"Control freak," Danny whines as he closes his eyes and gives in to the purely indecent feelings that Steve is bringing up. He trades in words and anything else for low groans and shifts of his body, not wanting to move more than just a little. "God, Steve," he gets out, the name two octaves lower than he usually uses.

[newkindofcop]

"Just lay back," Steve mumbles, in between slow swipes of his tongue, his free hand massaging the inside of Danny's thigh.

[haolehothead]

Danny relinquishes that last bit of control and lies back, his body practically jelly and he's not even done yet. He's just letting Steve do what he wants -- which isn't so different from the rest of his life. "Yeah," he mumbles lazily. "Yeah, good idea."

[newkindofcop]

And Steve is more than happy to pick up exactly where he left off, gaze occasionally flicking up to Danny's face to track the change in his expression, to take the visual hints and clues. He alternates between hand and mouth on Danny's cock, sucking harder and stroking faster over time.

[haolehothead]

Yeah, Danny's not far off, but he starts tapping and grabbing at Steve's hair the minute he gets too close. "Off!" he protests. "Off, Steve, off, off, off, ge'off, now," he warns in a great big jumble of words.

[newkindofcop]

He's not a mind reader, but there's no misinterpreting that. He pulls back, drawing his lower lip in under his teeth.

"Y'alright?"

[haolehothead]

Danny groans heavily and reaches down to stroke himself a few more times, coming harder than he has in ages, mostly because this is the first time in years he's had sex with anyone but his own hand. "Fuck," he hisses out, pouncing on Steve and pinning him to the bed with a furious kiss.

[newkindofcop]

He falls back against the bed with a chuckle, lips quirking as he looks up at Danny, hardly caring about the mess between him as his fingers thread through unruly blonde strands of hair.

"Could've let me finish you off," he adds, with moderate pouting.

[haolehothead]

"Do not make that face at me," Danny scowls in complaint. "It has no effect. None. Not at all." His words slur together lazily as he stares at Steve. "You are not swallowing on our first sex-date. That's just not right." He slings his arm over Steve's hips, molding to his side and letting his entire body be a general mess.

"Okay, rule three. We need actual dates. I am not this kind of girl, Steven McGarrett."

[newkindofcop]

"Hate to break it to you, Danno, but you kind of are," Steve says, smirking up at the ceiling.

"Not judging."

[haolehothead]

"Hey, did I say you could sleep here overnight, huh? Huh? No!" Danny says, a little emphasis in his words, but not near enough to be threatening. "Rule four," he goes on, because he's got a whole list of these. "When Grace is here, no weapons and you need to behave. Rule five, we do not tell Chin and Kono about this."

[newkindofcop]

"My house," Steve matter-of-factly answers, in response to the first part.

"How many rules are there?"

[haolehothead]

"Your house, my room. Houseguest," Danny says, like it trumps something. He sits up, needing to get a shower and to strip the sheets because there is just no way he's falling asleep in this mess. "About twenty. Rachel says I got up to thirty at last count. Speaking of, rule six involves you being disallowed to call her for information on me."

[newkindofcop]

"How long have you been working on these, anyway?"

Steve lays back, narrowly avoiding the mess in the middle of the bed, scratching lazy fingers over the lower half of his stomach.

[haolehothead]

"What, rules for dating me? I told you, Rachel has them in stone. They vary from person to person, but they're there." He grabs a pair of boxers so he has something resembling decency. "Rule seven. I don't do rimming."

[newkindofcop]

Steve sits up, frowning visibly, and moves to sit at the edge of the bed, watching Danny's back.

"Rim - what? I don't know what that is."

[haolehothead]

Danny's eyes practically bug out for a minute and then he's laughing, a bit smugly, and he just shakes his head. "You don't know what rimming is," Danny echoes. "Okay. Okay, Steve, that's good to know."

He leaves the room and lets the door stay open while he heads for the guest-bathroom's shower. "And strip the sheets!" he shouts back at Steve. "I am not sleeping in my own filth!"

[newkindofcop]

He hides a grin, ducking his head, and gets to work on changing the sheets, tossing the dirty ones in the laundry hamper to wash later.

By the time Danny gets out of the shower, Steve's changed into a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt for sleeping in and is in the middle of adjusting the guest bed comforter.

[haolehothead]

Danny is dripping wet and is kind of only wearing a small towel because he's not putting dirty clothes back on and all his clean stuff is in the room with Steve. Not entirely ashamed in front of Steve, Danny lets the towel fall into a pile on the floor as he turns to start rooting through his drawers. "Rule eight," he continues. "I am not wearing your clothes, namely your letterman's jacket. There are boundaries."

[newkindofcop]

At this point, he's pretty much given up on actually being able to comprehend Danny's whole thought process - especially when it comes to these so-called rules, and so Steve just sits down on the bed again, holding a pillow in his lap and watching with a vaguely amused expression on his face.

"Of course," he replies, nodding slowly.