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It seemed just like an ordinary Monday morning at first. But then when had this observation ever really led to a common course of day. It had been nearly awfully quiet for Five-O for at least two weeks now. 'Awfully' being Steve’s choice of words for this recent homicide recession. Danny yawned and poured his second cup of coffee while correcting Steve’s erroneous and alarming choice of words by making vociferous use of the adjectives ‘peaceful’, ‘splendiferous’ and ‘recuperative’, which in turn elicited Aneurysm Face from Steve. Before the situation could actually evolve into one of their legendary arguments, Steve’s phone rang. The SEAL answered it with so much hopefulness and excitement in his voice that it made Danny shiver and retreated elatedly into his office. Danny sighed into his cup of coffee as the door closed vigorously behind his partner.
Only an hour later they were on their way to Kakaako, a place in between Waikiki and Downtown Honolulu, which was presently booming with domiciling pretty wealthy people, resulting in one impressive mansion next to the other. While driving, Steve fed Danny the details of their new mission. Of course it didn’t take long until Danny found a reason to rant. After all, Steve and that new case did hinder the blonde from finishing his third cup of coffee.
“So this guy is a rich businessman from Vegas and apparently good friends with the Governor. That does absolutely not explain why all of a sudden we should be responsible for simple robbery. That, I must add, took place without any kind of violence against a living being.”
“Come on Danno, you know exactly that the Governor knows just how little we had to do lately. Most likely due to the lack of overly complicated worded reports on his desk.”
“On no, that must definitely be because of the absence of myriads of complaints against the methods and behavior of a certain Navy SEAL. And I do honestly not think I will ever be completely up to date with these damn reports. I’d have plenty of paper work in the office.”
“But it couldn’t hurt to try something new. Expand our horizon, right?”
“Couldn’t hurt to try something new he says…” Danny threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “And my horizon is already pretty expanded, especially since I know you. Besides, I have solved enough of these unoriginal in-out robberies for a lifetime already, back when I was fresh out of the academy, thank you very much.”
“He told me that on top of knowing him well people like this Daniel Ocean are also very beneficial for the islands’ economy. And that’s why he wants his best professionals on this case…”
“Then why exactly was he calling you again?” Danny cut Steve off mid-sentence.
But Steve had taken an extra-long swim this morning which always manages to improve his inner calmness and therefore just went on speaking. “…and who knows, maybe there is going to be more behind it than the first impression might make us believe.” Danny restricts himself from replying and instead goes with a deep sigh and silent prayer that only this time, this one single time, Steve’s radar for troublesome cases and danger ahead might be a little off. They spend the rest of the drive in silence, which gives Danny the opportunity to intensely ponder over the fact that Steve being in a really good mood and Steve being in a really bad mood is approximately evenly dangerous. By experience, both lead to the SEAL jumping in dangerous situations in a mad rush, which in turn leads to Danny having to have his back, which would not really be a bad thing if it wouldn’t commonly co-occur with grenades exploding nearby and bullets flying his way. Steve is, by conclusion, least dangerous when he is of average mood.
When they arrived at the crime scene Danny was just immensely glad to get out of the car in one piece. Steve had been driving even more like a mad man lately, and who would’ve thought that’s even possible, Danny muttered to himself on their way to the house. They walked on large, ridiculously spotless paving stones framed by a perfectly trimmed lawn. One of these stones had most likely cost more than the whole interior of his no longer habitable apartment, Danny thought, while furtively being delighted by the tiny clumps of dirt that Steve’s military boots left behind on the stones in front of him.
Up in front of the house they were greeted by a middle-aged gentleman with grey hair and a disarming smile. “You must be the special cops Sam told me about. I am Daniel, Daniel Ocean.”
Steve grinned for in Danny’s opinion absolutely no reason and shook the man’s outstretched hand. “Hallo Mr. Ocean, I am Commander Steve McGarrett and”, gesturing to Danny with his free hand “this is my partner, Detective Danny Williams”
After a few more introductory phrases they followed the owner into the house. “You are living here alone, Mr. Ocean?” Danny asked while they crossed a monumentally big living room and stopped in a by comparison slim passage that leads to the kitchen.
“No, my wife Tess is living here as well. She is currently visiting family on the mainland. So this is it.” the governor’s friend said, turning towards the wall opposite to the large window into the garden. “This is the safe the money was stolen from.”
You must be kidding me, Danny thought, because even the interior of that safe is assumedly bigger than his apartment. He must’ve mumbled that out loud unconsciously, because a mere second later Steve is bending over and whispered back “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a little bit there? Or do you just have a thing when it comes to size?”
Before Danny was even able to come up with a remotely adequate answer to that double affront he remembered how they were actually here for a job and swallowed his snappy remark, joining Steve who had already started to assess the state of the aforementioned safe.
“Locks are intact, not any sign of use of force.” Steve started matter-of-factly.
“Yeah… Looks like somebody knew the code.” Danny approved.
“Who does have the code for that safe?” Steve asked the robbed house-owner.
“Just me and my wife” he answered immediately. “Oh. And Rusty, my… former… business associate… and friend” he added shortly after.
“Might that also be the owner of that adjoining house?” Danny enquired. “After all, it is notable for houses having been built in such short distance to each other. At least for this kind of neighborhood.” the detective added, while simultaneously inducting Steve to his train of thought.
“Yes that is my house” a well-built man with short blond hair answered, coming in from the kitchen. “Hello, I am Rusty Ryan” he continued after taking a big bite from the Malasada in his hands.
“He’s a really good friend of the family and joined me and my wife in moving to this wonderful island.” Mr. Ocean added. Danny effectively managed not to roll his eyes on that last statement and instead walked over to the big floor-deep window, taking a more thorough assessment of the surroundings.
“Mr. Denning informed us you have been working in Las Vegas before?” Danny heard Steve ask as the conversation faded to a steady flow of background noise while he carefully looked for any signs of forced entry.
“… not hard to get in here actually, we have an open house policy and often friends from apart will come for a visit spontaneously and just let themselves in. So you will nearly always find at least one door open here.” So much for the forced entry Danny figured, catching up on the ongoing conversation again. This was adding perfectly to the just now increased incalculable number of possible suspects. Fucking great.
Suddenly something at the other house caught the detective’s attention. He joined Steve and Mr. Ocean again, asking “Did Mr. Ryan have some renovation work done on his house lately? The roof tiles on this side of the house look as good as new.”
“Yes, that was done pretty recently actually. Some tiles got loose during that recent storm.” Rusty answered from around the corner in the adjacent kitchen, obviously still eating something.
“We need the name and address of the company you commissioned.” Danny called over to the kitchen. “Do you by any chance remember what day they have been finishing their work here?”
“That was July the 2nd of I remember correctly”, Mr. Ocean answered for his friend. The day of the robbery. Danny looked at Steve who was already looking at him vividly.
“That might not be a coincidence” Steve spoke quietly to the blonde.
“So this case might be easy to solve after all.” Danny grinned back at his partner.
“The view from that rooftop into this room and to the safes’ keypad seems pretty direct” Steve voiced their shared thoughts “let me check this quickly.” And before Danny could do as much as blink he was out the door.
After an impressively short time span Steve reappeared on the roof of the house next door, binoculars already in hand. Danny sighed exasperated and maybe slightly reverent, watching his partner climb down to the edge of the roof with the elegant movements of a Jaguar. His dick, that little traitor, does a tiny twitch in his tight dress pants. Obviously their recently new established co-habitation in Steve’s house is absolutely not helping in ignoring THAT special matter. How could that be his life?
Their drive back to HQ was unusually quiet. Danny spent it with brooding over yet another lost fight for the keys of his car. Indeed Steve’s actual problem was of an entirely different nature. As happy as he had been about that new case they got and the adrenaline that flooded his body while climbing that roof, coming down from that high proved to be more than a little difficult. Normally he’d have called Catherine to use all this pent-up energy for some casual fun in bed. But first of all Catherine was no longer living on Hawaii and they had stopped their friends-with-benefits thing long ago, and secondly, well. Secondly, Catherine has long since been replaced as the main focus of his sexual desire. Actually this went so far that as by now Steve was having a hard time remembering when was the last time he did have breakfast without hiding a hard-on under the kitchen table. Screw Danny and his sleep-mussed hair and worn-out sleep pants and that tight shirt that is riding up over his hips every time he was bending down to retrieve clean dishes from the dishwasher, revealing a delicious stripe of skin. Living with his partner yet again got him to abandon his 3-minute shower rule only one week in. Taming his libido takes decidedly more time when ignited by his loud-mouthed Jersey partner.
Back in HQ, Chin, who Steve had called prior to their drive back to supply him with the information they retrieved that day, had already tracked the license plate of the mechanics’ van and sent Kono off to talk to their main suspect. But as Kono was nearly as frustrated about the current recession as Steve, Danny felt a little sorry for the poor man she was going to be assaulting, thief or not. Nobody deserved to be interrogated by an underutilized Kono.
Just as Danny left his bureau for another cup of coffee, having finished all paperwork for today, Kono came storming in through the front door. “Guys, you won’t believe that” she stated loudly. That made Steve and Chin appear in the hall too. But judging from the look on their faces Danny was yet again the only one to fear the worst.
“Were you able to locate them?” he asked, deliberately wording his sentence as professional as he could muster. “You bet I did.” Kono immediately clarified, her eyes sparkling with joy. Dear god.
“But“, she paused for additional drama “he did not have the money anymore!”
“Details, cuz.” Chin demanded.
“Well when I came to his house he tried to make a run for it first. I did not break him anything and I did not shoot him” she proudly remarked in the direction where Danny was busy burrowing his head in his hands. “And after I tackled him to the ground he told me that yes, he stole that money from the safe. He accidentally observed Mrs. Ocean tapping the code in and when they left the glass door to that room open the day he finished the roof he couldn’t resist. He had been hiding it in a duffel bag under his outside staircase to wait until things would’ve cooled down, but then this morning, the bag was gone.”
“And you believe him that story?” Chin asked her, just to be sure.
“Yes, he was pretty afraid of me by then and I was still kneeling in his groin so I really think he had been telling the truth.” And the thing is, everyone in their team believed her. As for adapting a little too much of Steve’s methods for Danny’s liking, she really had great natural investigators’ instincts. And she could also be really terrifying.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Danny states after a while, when everyone had been staring at the tech table cluelessly. “Who goes to try hiding such an amount of stolen money outside with a perfect view from the road?”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose “Ok, we’ll deal with this tomorrow then. Good Job rookie“, and gestured for everyone to go home. Hopefully they would catch a fresh trace tomorrow.
Later that evening they were having a beer and watching a movie on Steve’s couch. But though Steve had suggested they’d watch one of Danny’s old ‘classics’ movie that often left Steve slightly bewildered, the blondes’ mood deterioration had obviously not stopped. Watching his tense posture, Steve could not shake off the feeling that his partners’ sulkiness was not entirely because of the unsatisfactory ending of todays’ case. Besides, not one single bullet had been flying their way, which he knew qualified a day as a good day in his partners’ mind thanks to being partnered with him for an extended time span.
Over the course of the evening Steve observed Danny becoming slightly more relaxed. As it had been happening a lot lately, the SEAL actually spent more time watching his partner than following the plot of the movie. He loved it when Danny was slouching on the couch, completely relaxed. Sadly, today, the detective hadn’t even bothered to change his work clothes to more casual wear.
A breathy moan from the TV directed Steve’s attention back to the screen. Both very male protagonists were already about half undressed and obviously started to make out in a dark alley. Oh shit. This was probably not something he should be watching with Danny. Who took precisely that moment to reposition himself on the couch with a deep sigh, stretching over the back of the couch, his head laid back wide. Steve caught himself staring at Danny’s exposed neck when a groan of his partner led to his blood rushing south with a speed that left him slightly dizzy.
All of a sudden Danny mentioned with another groan “God I miss sex” without taking his eyes off the screen.
Steve, a little embarrassed and slightly ashamed, worked really hard at concentrating his gaze straight ahead on the TV during the rest of the scene. Only the obscurely happy pop song that started playing during the closing credits managed to resolve his rigidity.
Until all of a sudden, Danny continued “Why does it always lead to complications and misery?”
Thanks to his semi-relationship with Catherine, Steve actually had gathered wisdom to share on that particular topic. He took a sip of his beer and responded, eyes still set on the now dark TV “Yeah - It’s a physical act. Like - working out. Two people should be able to have sex as if they were working out together!”
The corners of Danny’s mouth curled upwards into a slight smile “Only Mr. Super SEAL Ninja would compare Sex to Workout. But you know what – I kind of get what you are trying to say with this strange metaphor.”
“I mean no one wants to spend the whole weekend after they had a workout together” Steve complained. “It’s just an exercise. You shake hands and get on with life” he muses. “Huh yeah” Danny agreed. “Yeah” Steve confirmed before asking “Uh… you want more beer?” “Mmmh” Danny mumbled affirmatively and just as Steve was about to get up from the couch, Danny spoke again.
„Let me“, he said to Steve, already up and moving, bending down in front of the Couch to pick up the boxes of their takeout evening meal. Steve honest to god was unable to help himself and stared at Danny’s firm ass in that ridiculously tight dress pants. He even continued staring at it as Danny wandered over into the kitchen. Steve’s mouth suddenly went very dry while his brain was desperately trying to work at full capacity. Something in the back of his head really needed to be figured out. Huh. “Danno” he called after his partner before his brain actually got on with the program “Let’s work out.”
“What?” came the muffled reply from the kitchen, and Steve could hear the door of the refrigerator being opened. “Let’s have sex like we’re working out” Steve clarified for good measure.
“What the hell is the matter with you” Danny replied from the adjacent room while huffing out a laugh. He slammed the door of the refrigerator shut with a loud thud using his left elbow, two fresh longboards in hand.
“Don’t laugh.” Steve replied, giving his very best to sound serious. “This could be great!” Now he just couldn’t keep on sitting on that couch any longer. He nearly jumped to his feet and walked towards Danny who came back into the living room in this exact moment.
„You know... We’ve been partners for so long and know each other so well. I think I never knew anyone as good as you. This can take all the weirdness out of it“, Steve announced as he met Danny halfway to the kitchen.
“What…” the blonde took a moment to rephrase what he had wanted to say. “Did you even consider that I might not like you like that?” Danny then exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Steve hastily grabbed the open bottles from his partners’ hands so their content wouldn’t be spilled all over the floor.
“I probably don’t like you like that either” Steve replied, ignoring that slight sting in his ribcage that came from drawing on a little white lie to cover the possible truth he would not yet able to be admitting to himself. “That’s why it is perfect! We’re best friends for a reason after all!”
Danny laughed again, now with a slightly pained undertone that Steve did not catch up on in his state of sheer anticipation, and replied with “I don’t even know if I find you attractive”, a last attempt to return the course of this evening back into safe water.
“Oh so you’re not sure that I’m attractive?” Steve replied with a smirk. “The way I could see you practically drooling all over Chin and Kono whenever I get my shirt off at work” Danny blushed slightly at that but jumped right to his defense. “Well it seems like I do have a thing for jerks.”
The detective took a short pause, then continued, gesturing wildly by now “Okay, well, do you even find me attractive? Or maybe we should start with: Are you even into guys… what with the navy and stuff…” he trailed off, looking at his partner expectantly and a little unsure.
“Could’ve asked you the same thing, with you having been married to a very female wife” Steve muttered “But I guessed that much about me would be obvious by now. Since have been the one suggesting that here in the first place.”
Danny just continued to silently stare a hole in Steve’s chest until Steve went on, saying “About that first question of yours. Which was just cute that you asked, I mean, you’re short but nicely built and cute and…”
“Cute? CUTE?” Danny interrupted while Steve finished in his head “…damn sexy.” “You do not use that word in any me-related context ever again, Mr.-my-abs-look-like-they’ve-been-carved-in-stone. And just to clarify: we’re talking about before you got to know my awesome personality – strictly physical” he added, waving his right hand at himself while talking. “First time you saw me.”
“When we met in my dad’s garage? Steve smirked bemusedly at the memory of that life-changing day. “So this is just two buddies talking right?”
Now Danny got a little impatient “Yeah, this is just two guys having a beer and a chat. Now continue.”
“Your eyes.” Steve replied, his voice suddenly colored with an almost fond undertone. “I have never seen such incredible blue eyes. They immediately reminded me of the ocean.”
Danny hands stilled all of a sudden. He hadn’t anticipated so much emotion or that hint of sappiness in Steve’s response, and he gulped nervously. He opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again right away. After a few seconds passed in silence, he finally managed to say “Your lips. Yeah. I thought you might be a good kisser.” all the while eying Steve cautiously.
“I am.” came the SEAL’s immediate reply, smirk back into place now. “Your ass”, Steve then said.
“What about it?” Danny answered, really curious about where this whole thing would go. “It intrigued me”. Now Steve grinned all over his face.
“Really?” Danny demanded.
“Yeah. So firm and round in that tight pants of yours. Might have skipped a beat every time you were been bending down.” Steve replied smugly.
“Well thank you.” Danny answered, maybe blushing again just a tad. “Your tattoos. Wanted to taste them on your skin ever since.”
“Mouth” Steve replied, the mood in the room suddenly charging with passion and want “Might be talented in other things than that constant talking.”
“Abs” Danny continued.
“Chest.”
“Hands.”
“Eyes”
“You already said that” Danny playfully complained.
“I meant it” Steve directly countered.
And in the blink of an eye he was standing up and close in Danny’s personal space, so close that they could feel the heat radiating from each other’s body.
“So now I’ll start with the warm-up.” Steve whispered in Danny’s face.
“Okay, that’s really… that’s enough now with that workout-metaphor.” Danny replied slightly exasperated. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
“What’s wrong with the couch?” Steve asked, pointing behind his back at the aforementioned piece of furniture. “It’s closer. And a lot less romantic.”
“Which would of course be the reason why it is exactly your thing” Danny muttered hardly audible to Steve, then quickly added “The bedroom has better light. Want to see each and every bit of your naked glory.”
Now it was Steve’s turn to huff out a laugh “Oh yes that would be a pity for you to miss out on” and he began to drag Danny up the stairs to the master bedroom.
When they arrived there, both shed their clothes in light speed, scattering them all over the bedroom floor.
“My nipples are sensitive. And l am really into dirty talk.” Danny rambled in the meantime. Steve was listening amused and found comfort in the blonde acting out his habit of talking even in this situation, while another part of his brain came up with filthy scenarios of how he might get the blonde to shut up for once.
“…my chin is ticklish and had I known how this evening would evolve I would’ve put on different boxers this morning” Danny continued, and Steve followed his line of sight down to the baby blue boxers lying in front of their feet on the floor.
“I think they go well with your eyes” Steve said “And had I known this was going to happen I would not have bothered to put on any underwear at all.”
“Not surprised.” Danny shot back while giving Steve a thorough once over from head to toe, from his finely toned chest to ridiculously tight abs and slim hips where a narrow line of dark hair began right under his navel that traced down to his gorgeous cock and heavy balls framed by strong thighs. “I can work with that” he subsumed.
“Okie-dokie” Steve replied after having checked out naked Danny too, admiring his broad shoulders and strong biceps, the golden brown chest hair and the defined abs, the thick cock down to the blondes’ short but nevertheless sturdy legs “Should be just fine.”
And with that he pressed up against Danny, shuffling him backwards until he fell on the bed with Steve on top of him. Danny sneaked his hand around the back of the SEAL’S neck and pulled him down for a heated and wet kiss that rendered them both hard within seconds, leaving Danny dizzy with it when they finally came up for air after quite a while. They resumed kissing with equal fervor a mere seconds later, things heating up rather quick, tongues sliding over teeth and exploring the other’s mouth. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” Danny somehow breathed in between while he simultaneously closed his right hand around Steve’s fully erect cock.
“Should we stop? We could just go for a run.” Steve mock asked after a gasp elicited by the initial contact of Danny’s hand on his cock, but then Danny started jacking him off for earnest and formulating words was no longer an option.
“We’re just doing this once?” Danny asked, his voice a low rumble close to Steve’s ear.
“I… huuuuh…. totally uuuh… agree” Steve moaned in between two strokes, the first beads of precome already collecting at the tip.
“Okay” Danny said and started to assault Steve’s mouth again. Finally one of Steve’s in comparison absurdly big hands closed around the detectives’ cock that was also already leaking heavily on his belly despite having been untouched.
The rhythm Steve set was nearly brutally fast from the first stroke and Danny sped the movement of his own hand to match his partners’. Filthy moans filled the already sex-riddled air and Danny doing that twist with his hand on the upstroke while brushing his thumb over the head of Steve’s cock was what pushed the SEAL over the edge, his orgasm hitting full force. Danny could feel his partners semen hitting his chest and even a little bit farther up, and when Steve licked on a drop that had been splashing onto his chin while the grip on his cock became even tighter, the strokes hard and slightly irregular in Steve’s post-orgasmic bliss, Danny came all over their bellies with a groan that might have caused some coconuts to fall off the trees in front of the house.