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delicatale and myself have been going back and forth for the past two hours, and delicatale will post an amazing little coda tomorrow, but basically it went like this:
delicatale
Steve lets out a deep groan, burying his face in the pillow as his hands fist in the bedsheets, making Danny roll his eyes.
“Stop whining, you brought it all upon yourself.” His elbow is digging in the small of Steve’s back, and he’s moving his forearm in slow circles, feeling the knot of muscles loosen slightly after a few seconds. His free hand is roaming over Steve’s back, fingers poking and soothing Steve’s sore back, just like he knew he’d end up doing when Steve had so conveniently offered to take Boriero’s place.
(She will post the rest of it tomorrow, it is ajfhljfhljhg SO LOVELY.)
sirona_gs
I don't know if you'll believe me, but about ten minutes ago I was thinking you'd be the perfect person to write JUST SUCH A THING, what with your knowledge of boxers. AND IT IS EVERYTHING I WANTED IN A CODA. EVERYTHING.
Except for perhaps the sex afterwards, because Steve is hurting but he's still horny, he's got left-over adrenaline pumping from the pain of the massage (and they fucking hurt, I know) and wants to get off, and he's fucking Steve, who never does things half-way, so there will be some very careful sex with Steve on top of Danny, straddling his hips so nothing that hurts gets pushed in too much. FHGJG;JDFGH HAPPY PLACE.
delicatale
That sex sounds lovely ^^. *curls up with the idea*
sirona_gs
It will be very gentle and yet hilarious, because Steve would keep complaining (he's actually a big baby when it comes to bruises, it's only broken bones that warrant the Me Tough Navy SEAL attitude), and Danny keeps mocking him and takes obscene pleasure in making Steve stop moaning and start moaning. :D :D And afterwards Steve will fall into a dead sleep, and the next morning when he tries to drag his bruised, hurting ass into the ocean Danny will rugby-tackle him and then lie on him until he gives up that ridiculous notion. *nodnod*
delicatale
*snuffles and curls up even closer* KEEP TALKING TO ME
sirona_gs
DAHLING.
OKAY. So.
Anyway, Steve complains bitterly when he's made to stay, but Danny just settles on top of him more comfortably (and he'll deny with his last breath that he's calculated his position extremely carefully to account for the worst of the bruising). Steve grumbles and lets out these put-upon sighs until Danny wants to fucking brain him, because it's 7am and he wants to fucking sleep already, shut the fuck up, McGarrett, you ass. Steve, spread out like a starfish underneath him, grumbles to himself until, after what feels like three and a half years, he drifts off and starts snoring ever so lightly, just enough that Danny knows he's still alive down there. Danny smirks to himself and levers his body up carefully, because he's fucking awake now and he might as well make himself useful.
He makes Steve wholemeal oats with yoghurt and fruit, because fuck you, he's been paying attention, okay, just because he likes to give Steve shit doesn't mean he wants to make his time of suffering even worse, despite yeah, kind of wanting to out of sheer spite, but his better side wins valliantly. He also makes tea, the spicy kind that Steve likes, the one that has to brew something stupid like 15 minutes but smells delicious, and he takes all that upstairs on a tray, leaving it on the bedside table. Then he pokes around the bathroom, unearthing that bubble bath mixture that Mary left behind when she was last here, and sets it on the side, makes sure there's enough hot water to draw Steve a bath when he wakes up. He can't actually be arsed to take a shower himself, so he drags Steve's laptop into the bed, pops AIM open and finds Grace, chats with her for a while until Steve shifts in his sleep, curls himself around Danny's hip, a heavy arm thrown over his stretched-out legs. Danny smiles to himself and keeps typing, tells Grace about her Uncle Steve being tired from being a hero again, bites his knuckle not to gigglesnort at Grace's thought about that, vows to make sure to bring it up next time Grace comes over, just to see Steve's face when she lays into him.
The tea is still warm when Steve surfaces, nuzzling into Danny's hip with a content hum before pushing himself upright and blinking at his breakfast.
"Shut up," Danny says, even though Steve hasn't actually said anything -- that look on his face speaks volumes.
"You like me," Steve crows, looking like he wants to tackle-glomp Danny but refraining on acount of ow.
"Do not," Danny grumbles, stabbing the laptop keys with more violence than the words warrant. "Okay, maybe a little," he relents at the look on Steve's face. Steve grins, the fucker, and Danny wants to kick himself when he realises he's been played, and how.
"Just for that, you won't get that blowjob I may or may not have been planning."
Steve pouts hysterically, seriously, Danny's not fucking falling for that. He determinedly does not watch Steve play with his oats, manfully resists telling him that if he eats his breakfast Danny might change his mind. Steve finishes it anyway, every last clump of horrifying rabbit food, Danny suspects because it was Danny who made it for him, and drinks his tea. And, well, he's being such a good boy, Danny might find it in himself to reward that. Just as long as Steve doesn't get used to it.
delicatale
Oooh, yes, domestic boys in love, yessssssss. *snuggles close*
SERIOUSLY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE. If anyone fancies embelishing this even further, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME, FEEL FREE, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. <3
delicatale and myself have been going back and forth for the past two hours, and delicatale will post an amazing little coda tomorrow, but basically it went like this:delicatale Steve lets out a deep groan, burying his face in the pillow as his hands fist in the bedsheets, making Danny roll his eyes.
“Stop whining, you brought it all upon yourself.” His elbow is digging in the small of Steve’s back, and he’s moving his forearm in slow circles, feeling the knot of muscles loosen slightly after a few seconds. His free hand is roaming over Steve’s back, fingers poking and soothing Steve’s sore back, just like he knew he’d end up doing when Steve had so conveniently offered to take Boriero’s place.
(She will post the rest of it tomorrow, it is ajfhljfhljhg SO LOVELY.)
sirona_gs I don't know if you'll believe me, but about ten minutes ago I was thinking you'd be the perfect person to write JUST SUCH A THING, what with your knowledge of boxers. AND IT IS EVERYTHING I WANTED IN A CODA. EVERYTHING.
Except for perhaps the sex afterwards, because Steve is hurting but he's still horny, he's got left-over adrenaline pumping from the pain of the massage (and they fucking hurt, I know) and wants to get off, and he's fucking Steve, who never does things half-way, so there will be some very careful sex with Steve on top of Danny, straddling his hips so nothing that hurts gets pushed in too much. FHGJG;JDFGH HAPPY PLACE.
delicatale That sex sounds lovely ^^. *curls up with the idea*
sirona_gs It will be very gentle and yet hilarious, because Steve would keep complaining (he's actually a big baby when it comes to bruises, it's only broken bones that warrant the Me Tough Navy SEAL attitude), and Danny keeps mocking him and takes obscene pleasure in making Steve stop moaning and start moaning. :D :D And afterwards Steve will fall into a dead sleep, and the next morning when he tries to drag his bruised, hurting ass into the ocean Danny will rugby-tackle him and then lie on him until he gives up that ridiculous notion. *nodnod*
delicatale *snuffles and curls up even closer* KEEP TALKING TO ME
sirona_gs DAHLING.
OKAY. So.
Anyway, Steve complains bitterly when he's made to stay, but Danny just settles on top of him more comfortably (and he'll deny with his last breath that he's calculated his position extremely carefully to account for the worst of the bruising). Steve grumbles and lets out these put-upon sighs until Danny wants to fucking brain him, because it's 7am and he wants to fucking sleep already, shut the fuck up, McGarrett, you ass. Steve, spread out like a starfish underneath him, grumbles to himself until, after what feels like three and a half years, he drifts off and starts snoring ever so lightly, just enough that Danny knows he's still alive down there. Danny smirks to himself and levers his body up carefully, because he's fucking awake now and he might as well make himself useful.
He makes Steve wholemeal oats with yoghurt and fruit, because fuck you, he's been paying attention, okay, just because he likes to give Steve shit doesn't mean he wants to make his time of suffering even worse, despite yeah, kind of wanting to out of sheer spite, but his better side wins valliantly. He also makes tea, the spicy kind that Steve likes, the one that has to brew something stupid like 15 minutes but smells delicious, and he takes all that upstairs on a tray, leaving it on the bedside table. Then he pokes around the bathroom, unearthing that bubble bath mixture that Mary left behind when she was last here, and sets it on the side, makes sure there's enough hot water to draw Steve a bath when he wakes up. He can't actually be arsed to take a shower himself, so he drags Steve's laptop into the bed, pops AIM open and finds Grace, chats with her for a while until Steve shifts in his sleep, curls himself around Danny's hip, a heavy arm thrown over his stretched-out legs. Danny smiles to himself and keeps typing, tells Grace about her Uncle Steve being tired from being a hero again, bites his knuckle not to gigglesnort at Grace's thought about that, vows to make sure to bring it up next time Grace comes over, just to see Steve's face when she lays into him.
The tea is still warm when Steve surfaces, nuzzling into Danny's hip with a content hum before pushing himself upright and blinking at his breakfast.
"Shut up," Danny says, even though Steve hasn't actually said anything -- that look on his face speaks volumes.
"You like me," Steve crows, looking like he wants to tackle-glomp Danny but refraining on acount of ow.
"Do not," Danny grumbles, stabbing the laptop keys with more violence than the words warrant. "Okay, maybe a little," he relents at the look on Steve's face. Steve grins, the fucker, and Danny wants to kick himself when he realises he's been played, and how.
"Just for that, you won't get that blowjob I may or may not have been planning."
Steve pouts hysterically, seriously, Danny's not fucking falling for that. He determinedly does not watch Steve play with his oats, manfully resists telling him that if he eats his breakfast Danny might change his mind. Steve finishes it anyway, every last clump of horrifying rabbit food, Danny suspects because it was Danny who made it for him, and drinks his tea. And, well, he's being such a good boy, Danny might find it in himself to reward that. Just as long as Steve doesn't get used to it.
delicatale Oooh, yes, domestic boys in love, yessssssss. *snuggles close*
SERIOUSLY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE. If anyone fancies embelishing this even further, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME, FEEL FREE, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. <3
