People always assume wrong about Steve and Danny, regardless of the fact that Steve is the one trained to persist under extreme physical circumstances and Danny’s the hard-nosed one who likes to poke things until they squeal. Fact is, Steve loves nothing more than having Danny on top of him in bed, bearing into him with all of his indefatigable New Jersey sass, while Steve holds him steady with strong hands and groans with each intense thrust.
“Fuck, Danno,” he whispers, his head tilting back, “give it to me good, yeah,” and his hips cant up to get each stroke of Danny’s cock sliding surer and harder against his prostate. The pleasure crashes through him like waves, and he rides them hard, his whole body lifting so Danny surges up and down with him. And on top of him, Danny goes to pieces, slamming harder and faster with each crest of Steve’s body beneath him, grunting hard and burying his face in Steve’s chest and shoulder with the need to be as close as he can.
A/N: A sequel to this and this.
“Homes, Marines will fuck anything,” Ray said, but Danny barely heard him, not with Steve pressed against him, mouthing at his neck, hands sliding along Danny’s belt. “Whereas SEALs barely know how to find their own dicks with the whole platoon and a goddamn search light. Definitely explains why it took you two so fucking long to figure your shit out.”
Steve was definitely too busy to bicker on the subtleties of elite military training; he walked Danny backward to the couch, sliding down on top of him and finally (FINALLY!) licking into his mouth. Danny’s hands scrabbled at his back, pushing up under his shirt, and his hips instinctively thrust against Steve, grinding their hardening cocks together hard enough to make them both moan.
“I hope you don’t care if they watch,” Steve panted, thrusting his hand between them and shoving at Danny’s pants. A little louder, he said, “Recon are a bunch of fucking voyeuristic perverts.”
“Hey, that’s America’s finest, most highly trained voyeurs to you, McGarrett,” Ray said.
“Exhibitionists too,” Brad added, silencing Ray very effectively… not that Danny noticed.
Danny has been waiting all day for this, and God damn it can’t the streets of Hawaii be safe just for one day so he can go home and gets fucked like he needs? But somehow the interminable day has rolled around to night and now he’s being most deliciously fucked, begging in soft whimpers for more as Steve slams again and again into the tender flesh of his ass.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” Danny whispers, and Steve bites his ear, whispers, “Feel that? That’s proof I’m not stopping anytime soon,” and Danny can feel it now too, the bulge of his knot deep inside holding him thick and full. When Steve comes for the first time, he reaches up, letting go of Danny’s cock long enough to rub his belly and murmur “pretty soon that’s gonna be full of my pups,” and even with cool air replacing the warmth of Steve’s hand Danny gasps and comes just at the possibility.
A/N: A sequel to this.
“So then Steve just sort of tries to worm away like we weren’t gonna notice. Dude, we’re fucking Recon. We notice everything, motherfucker, unlike SEALs,” Ray said with a mocking tone, his eyes flicking to Danny briefly; he clinked his beer against Brad’s and Brad rolled his eyes, making Danny immediately decide he and Brad would be buddies.
“You weren’t going to notice,” Steve responded. “And fuck if I was going to get a K-Bar against my throat when your boyfriend got jealous because you decided to use my ass as a hand warmer, Person.”
“Hey, it’s a nice ass,” Danny blurted out; he immediately regretted it. A goddamn howitzer could have been firing and no one would have looked anywhere but at Danny’s gaping face with their eyebrows nearing their hairlines.
“Oh, really,” Brad asked. “Why don’t you confirm our suspicions.” He pulled Ray onto his lap in some sort of fucked up demo, like Danny didn’t understand the implications of his words; hell, Danny had meant what he’d said at the moment… he still thought Steve’s ass was exceptional, but he just wished he’d kept his mouth shut for once because there was no way this was going to end well.
But then Steve leaned close, putting a hand on Danny’s lower back and rubbing tiny circles against his skin; his fingers pushed under Danny’s shirt. “Are we being suspicious, Danny?” Steve’s lips dragged along Danny’s neck, and he couldn’t help the groan that left him.
“This is not comfortable,” Danny says, trying to wriggle or loosen something or in general relieve the aching of his back, which is arched forward as he hangs from the ceiling, but he knows it’s all in vain.
Steve runs his tongue up the inside of Danny’s thigh, making his cock twitch, and chuckles against his skin. “It’s not supposed to be comfortable, it’s supposed to be unbreakable… and mind-blowing,” he adds as an afterthought, sliding his hand around to pat Danny’s exposed rear. He lowers his mouth to Danny’s cock and licks for a long, breath-stealing moment before murmuring, “You really should see how you look like this.”
Danny nods and groans, and now he’s trying not to get free but to arch further, anything to get his cock into Steve’s mouth again; if he can have Steve’s hot lips wrapped around him, he’ll take it, no matter how uncomfortable it may get.
They’re both too sweaty to wait for the shower, so they run for it and reach it at almost the same time, dropping pants, shirts, and one tie on the way. “Well, shit,” Danny says when Steve just beats him, and Steve turns on the water with a grin and reaches out to pull Danny in with him.
They’re not a moment under the spray before they’re kissing, pulling at each other as though they can wrestle out the tension of a daylong standoff. In this situation a Navy SEAL will always have the edge, and Steve pins Danny against the shower wall before long, kissing his neck and shoulder until Danny’s mewling and gasping beneath him, hands moving in desperate grabs and scratches across Steve’s skin as he begs to be fucked.
A bit of lotion, a quick turnaround, and Danny’s cheek presses against the wall as his hips motor back into Steve’s strokes; it’s hard and savage, and his hips will bruise under the power of Steve’s hard hands on them, but it’s just what Danny needs after a day like today — to be entered, taken apart, and slammed into until he’s coming hard, without a single touch, knees buckling as all the tension washes away.
Danny’s straddling Steve’s face, his hands clenching around the headboard, grunting as he thrusts his cock over and over into Steve’s wide, willing mouth. Steve’s a master at taking abuse, so a little mouth-fucking isn’t about to faze him, but Danny likes the noises of resistance he makes anyway, the dark set of his eyebrows as he scowls up at Danny as though he isn’t enjoying this, isn’t actively swirling his tongue around Danny’s shaft with each thrust.
Likes it, but it’s not enough, and Danny works his way down Steve’s body then, listening to Steve’s panting breaths and smiling against his skin when Danny licks at the inside of his elbow and brings out a sudden, out-of-control moan. “Fuck me,” Steve begs between little half-breaths, his eyes blazing blue, and Danny’s smile gets predatory, nearly reptilian.
He pushes a finger into Steve’s ass, slick and impatient, and whispers as Steve rears up off the bed, “Oh, babe, you better believe I’m gonna fuck you, and how.”
“How many times do I have to tell you,” Danny says, wresting Steve’s hands behind his back, “that you are not playing at Navy SEAL camp anymore?”
“And this is how real policemen do it, yeah,” Steve mutters, wincing at the bite of the handcuffs, “like you’ve said a million times.”
“That’s exactly right— now spread your legs,” Danny says, and when Steve’s cheek is pressed to the wall Danny’s up against him all of a sudden, and Steve’s muttering something about police brutality.
“Just giving you a very— thorough— search,” Danny murmurs as his hands travel slowly along every line of Steve’s body — down thick spine and strong thighs, up again in between.
By the time Danny’s opening him up, Steve’s run out of protests and is taking his fingers hungrily like — well, like real policemen do it.
Steve is strong, but Danny’s got stamina, an endlessly moving mouth (yeah, Steve could have told you that ages before this ever happened between them) and what’s more an endlessly wet mouth, and when he starts teasing and poking around Steve’s hole, well, if you ever wanted to see a Navy SEAL lose his cool…
He buries his head in a pillow, fists hard on either side, and moans, begs “Please, Danny, go in, go in,” because Danny’s still teasing him, still just licking over so-sensitive skin over and over again, then in rings, smaller and smaller concentric circles until he’s dotting over the opening one, two— “Go in, damn it, Danny, go in—” three, four times, before his tongue ever pokes in enough to force the ring to relax.
Then he increases the depth by millimeters at a time, if that, it takes forever for him to get past the initial clench, still licking in short sharp stabs, measured, untiring, incorrigible.
“More, fuck it— Danny, you bastar—” and the word doesn’t finish because finally Danny’s in, his tongue able and wet and smooth against Steve’s walls, and he’s licking rings inside instead of rings around, unafraid and moaning like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
By the time he pulls out, by the time he’s ready to fuck Steve, he’s got an incoherent mess of man on the bed, whining and gasping, ass circling in enticing little wiggles, his body begging for more while his mouth is unable to find the words for it.
