This rattled in my head not long after publishing White Knights and Lost Sailors. It wouldn't leave me alone until I penned it. This was originally going to be a one-shot but my pushy Muse said neg, it's going to be a multi-chapter fic. Not long. 5-6 pages max.

It's been over a year since Dean met Steve McGarrett and his merry band of misfits that make up the Five-0 task force in Hawaii, the island of Oahu to be exact. Dean came over to take out a couple of ghosts that popped up and the island protectors weren't taking care of it. That isn't the case now. Since his arrival, the kahunas, the spiritual chiefs, kicked the island protectors' asses into gear to do their damn job, letting Dean have a normal life for once, which is weird for him.

Dean's never had, or craved, a normal life. He loves hunting. Sure, sometimes it gets hard and the losses pile up, but overall, Dean likes his life, but with the island protectors up off their asses, Dean has a lot of time on his hands now. He promised Steve when they finally, officially started dating that he wouldn't go to the mainland without him to hunt, and since Steve's job is pretty demanding, Dean's been twiddling his thumbs in paradise. He's a little bored. Okay, a lot bored.

For the first time in his life, Dean actually has time to rest and relax...and he has no idea what to do with all this time on his hands. He went out and got a job. A legit, honest paying job. He works for Kamekona, a shrimp truck owner, and a friend cum informant for Five-0. He helps with the orders and sometimes delivers food. The tips are awesome and Kamekona is not above using Dean's looks to bring in customers. He's the new face of Kamekona's business, which gives him a nice little bonus each paycheck. It's the most money he's ever made...legally. Hell, he has a bank account now in his own name. It's surreal.

Steve thought it was hilarious at first that Dean greets customers in tight fitting clothes that show off his physique, but when Dean started getting all these admirers who ignored the fact that he's taken and very happy with Steve, the SEAL no longer found the situation humorous. That's when Dean started finding the funny in the whole ordeal.

His boyfriend, and that word still feels weird coming from him, went as far as ordering/blackmailing Kamekona to quit making Dean wear form fitting clothes to bring in customers. Kamekona acquiesced to Steve's demands; Dean now goes shirtless on hot days.

Steve was not amused.

Dean shrugged it off. He knows he's good-looking and he's not above using his looks to bring in more business at the shrimp truck. He even scored a modeling gig because of Kamekona, the big man made sure Dean wasn't ripped off, and took a small percentage of Dean's check as payment. Again, Dean didn't mind. He already paid his half of the bills, any money he makes afterwards is superfluous to him.

What money he doesn't need, he sends to Sam and his dad, not that they've thanked him or anything.

That actually pisses Steve off but he's not one to talk considering his family situation. Pot calling the kettle black, and all that jazz. The only person who is on good terms with family is Kono, and now Chin since the secret's out that his uncle was the one who took the money from the evidence locker. Chin got promoted to lieutenant. He outranks Danny, something Dean likes to rub in the tiny blond's face.

Danny and Dean still bicker but now it's likes brothers instead of adversaries going for the jugular. Steve's really happy about them burying the hatchet, and not in each other anymore. His two favorite people no longer make him feel like he's betraying one by being with the other.

Catherine is still around, her and Dean have a standing coffee date in the morning, and sometimes have dinner when Steve's working late and Dean doesn't want to eat alone. Catherine is actually Dean's first friend, it makes him super protective of her, and vice versa. Steve still complains that Cath is more likely to take Dean's side than his, and they've known each other for years, dated for almost as long.

Dean just grins smugly at him when he complains.

Steve has Danny as an adventure buddy, Dean has Catherine, and she's been teaching him how to dive. He's still learning but he finds he likes it. Next week they're going rock climbing, and the week after spelunking. As long as they're on land or a boat, he's okay, but if Catherine or Steve tries to take him flying one more time, he will not be responsible for his actions.

All in all, Dean settled in nicely in Hawaii. He earned the forgiveness of Steve's ohana and he's honestly happy with his life here. He has a home with someone special, his Baby (they had to pay an arm and a leg to get her here but it was worth it), and a somewhat respectable job. What more could he ask for?

GK&SS

It's hot. Why is it always hot? Dean missed snow something awful. When Christmas came around, he kept looking outside waiting for snow to fall but it never did. It was 87 degrees! Danny comisserated with him and took him out to get piss drunk after Grace left. Dean called him an awesome big brother.

Danny had a tight smile on his face when Dean called him that, and if Dean had been a little more sober, he would have commented on it but he wasn't, and he didn't.

He woke up with one hell of a hangover but Steve, bless him, had a glass of water and an advil waiting for him. He promised next Christmas he would take Dean to somewhere with actual snow. They'd have a white Christmas and Dean is holding him to it.

Don't get him wrong he loves Hawaii but he'd give for some variation in weather: rain, sunshine, and wind doesn't really work anymore. He misses driving to different parts of mainland America for diversity. He misses driving for long hours at a time, just him and his Baby cruising down Route 66 with the wind in his hair, and his hunting supplies in the back on their way to his next hunt. He misses the freedom of the open road, and he always feels guilty when he thinks this, but it doesn't stop it from being true.

He loves Steve. He does but he feels like he's dying here. He's being smothered by normalcy, family, love, and stability.

Dean is so out of his depth here. What he wouldn't give for a case to pop up.

Ever since the kahunas reamed the island protectors, they've been handling everything that goes bump in the night, leaving Dean with nothing to do but work and be with his boyfriend (again, that word still feels weird for him), and Dean is slowly losing it.

Several times he has to stop himself from calling his dad, Bobby, Pastor Jim, or Caleb to give him a lead on a case. If he did, he'd be breaking a promise he made to Steve when they first starting officially dating: no hunting without the SEAL. Personally, Dean thinks Steve is ridiculous for thinking Dean will ever take him on another hunt. Dude got his ass handed to him by a shapeshifter his first time out. Call Dean paranoid and protective, but he's not letting Steve back into his world without training and the stupid SEAL refuses to let Dean teach him.

Steve says him going through BUD/s should be enough. No. It is most assuredly not enough. SEALs are pussies compared to Dean's training school. John Winchester did not hold back because he was his son and only twelve during his training, and if Steve thinks he's ready because he's in the military...he's got another thing coming.

Things have been quiet on the island lately, which is good for all the civilians, but for Dean, it's been hell on Earth. He's so bored.

He's currently lying on the floor with his feet propped up on the couch listening to the ocean through the open back door. Kamekona gave him the week off as a "favor" and "buttering up" technique for him to work during Spring Break. With all those college coeds swarming the island next week, Kamekona thinks they'll fall in love with Dean, and his food as a by-product, and business will boom with much cash inflow.

That's a week away though, and Dean's bored now.

Dean heard a vehicle pull up and he made a wager with himself on who it is. It wasn't Steve, he said he had a meeting with the governor and that he had some paperwork he needed to finish by tonight. Chin is currently updating the software at 5-0 HQ, and Kono is off looking for Adam Noshimouri, her one true love. Cath is on the mainland visiting family until Thursday.

So, that leaves Danny.

"What the fuck are you doing, Winchester?" Danny's dulcet tones asked him from the doorway.

Dean lifted his head up to glare at the blond before dropping it back down, deliberately not answering the detective. Ever since they formed a truce, Danny seems to get a potty mouth around him, much to his team mates' eternal amusement.

"Seriously, Winchester, why the fuck are you lying on the ground with the TV and radio off?" Danny asked as he shut the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen. "You go shopping yet?"

That, Dean can answer. "No. Farmer's Markets are terrifying."

Danny laughed his crazy laugh that Dean secretly loves. "You, oh mighty Hunter, are afraid of Farmer's Markets? That is absolutely hilarious."

"Yuck it up, Papa Smurf, but I've learned through all my years of hunting, that people are the craziest creatures on God's green earth," Dean shot back.

Danny made an agreeing noise from the depths of the kitchen as he hunted for something to eat. He emerged empty-handed. "Wanna go get something to eat? I thought for sure SuperSEAL made his weekly grocery trip yesterday. I have nothing at my place. Grace ate everything I had."

"Yeah," Dean said as he rolled to his feet. "Sounds good. Your treat?"

Danny nodded. "Come on, Pretty Boy, it looks like you need to get out. I thought you were working this week."

"I was supposed to but Kamekona thought it would be best if I worked during Spring Break," Dean explained and Danny winced and gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm. "And it's supposed to be a scorcher next week. The only upside I can find is that I'll have an even tan."

Danny laughed and pulled him outside to the cars. He made a beeline to Dean's Baby, hopping into the passenger's seat, and impatiently waited for Dean to hurry up. Ever since Danny saw Dean's Baby, the New Jersey transplant fell in love, and quite gleefully told Steve that Dean's car was a true classic. Dean quietly agreed but wisely didn't say anything.

Don't get Dean wrong, Steve's Marquis is nice, almost beautiful, but she ain't no 1967 Chevy Impala that's for sure. Dean could easily fix the car but he won't because that's Steve's project to finish, one he started with his dad before his life went to hell.

"Loco Moco?" Dean asked as he hopped into the driver's seat. Danny nodded and they were off.

The thing about Danny, he talks a lot, sometimes about absolutely nothing at top volume, but when he's with Dean, he's quiet and calm as they cruise across Honolulu. Dean would find a small happy smile on Danny's face as the wind ran through his hair. It never fails to bring Dean out of his funk to see Danny content while he's driving his baby.

It should worry Dean on some level that Danny seems to be the only one to bring him out of his increasing bouts of depression by just being himself. His stolen moments with Danny are rapidly becoming his favorite part of his day, and he suspects its not one-sided either. Sometimes when they're hanging out, either alone or with the ohana, Dean would inevitably feel Danny's gaze on him, and there was this unidentifiable emotion in the blond's eyes but he never looked away until Dean did. There was also the sudden touching. Danny would find a reason to touch him, grab his arm to lead him somewhere or for his attention, and he's constantly fixing Dean's clothes, his hands lingering a tad too long before pulling away.

The thing is, Dean's not bothered by it. He's also not putting a stop to it when he knows he should. Playing this...game or whatever with Danny will not end well, and he won't hurt Steve by hooking up with his best friend.

They're almost to Rainbow's when Dean feels Danny's gaze upon him like a physical weight, he can practically feel the caress of Danny's eyes as he looks him over. He has to fight the urge to blush under the scrutiny.

"Do you get Grace next week?" Dean asked as a distraction. It works, thankfully.

"Yeah. Rachel is actually being nice and instead of this weekend, I get her during spring break. She asks about you, you know?" Danny says casually, changing the subject horribly. He tilts his head slightly as he looks at Dean side-eyed.

This time Dean loses the battle and blushes lightly. Danny's grin doesn't help. "She's still got that crush, huh?"

"Oh yeah, she's got it bad. Her wardrobe changed from fun, casual clothes to dress-to-impress. I don't like it. My little girl is not supposed to be developing crushes on my friends or on her uncle's boyfriend."

Dean grinned and shot Danny a look of pure amusement. Danny huffed and rolled his eyes but he was grinning back.

He made the turn into Rainbow's Drive-In when he heard Danny mutter under his breath, "Especially not on guys I like as well."

Dean pretended he didn't hear and calmly parked his baby. He sent Danny to make their order while he quietly freaked out before shoving it back down. This is what he'd been afraid of when he noticed Danny's lingering. Dean knew he should have put distance betwen them. What can he say? He liked the attention.

By the time Danny returned to the car with their food, Dean had a plan: he's going to tell Danny to cool it. They both care too much about Steve to ever hurt him this way.

"Here," Danny said, handing over his paper plate.

Dean grunted out thanks before digging in. Nothing was said between them while they ate, and they didn't bother to break the silence between them.

Danny finished first and tried to steal the bits of food left on Dean's plate. Dean blocked him with his elbow and hastily tipped the plate back for the last morsels to save from Danny's pilfering tendancies, and the man had to gall to say he's the more "civilized" between him and Steve. Ha! Steve never tried to steal from his plate.

"So," Danny started, playing with the plate. "What do you want to do until Steve comes home?"

Dean shrugged. "Afternoon movie?"

"Sounds good. Can I drive?" Danny asked hopefully. He even pulled out the Grace Pout, but alas, he was ineffective with Dean. He raised Sam, and the kid practically invented the puppy eyes.

Dean scoffed before shifting into drive and drove them to the nearest cinema. They argued over what movie to see, who was paying for what, and whether or not to watch a double feature. They ended up going to Mars Attacks!, Dean paid for the tickets while Danny paid concessions, and they opted to not watch a double feature.

Internally, Dean was happy to not watch two movies with Danny after the blond's unintentional confession. He needed to put distance between them from now on.

He will not hurt Steve like that.

GK&SS

Danny hilariously re-enacted a scene from the movie that had Dean in stitches. He wiped away his eyes so he could see the road in front of him, but he listened to everything Danny said, and watched his actions in the corner of his eye.

Dean pulled into his and Steve's place, still laughing at Danny as he shifted into park and turned the car off. He slapped Danny on the shoulder as he got out of the car. Danny lingered a bit, hands gently caressing the upholstery, and ran them lightly over the dash. Dean appreciated Danny's reverence for his car. The man knew a treasure when he saw one.

Danny shot him a sheepish look when he got out but Dean shrugged it off. It's not like he hasn't done the same thing.

"Oh, shit," Dean groaned. At Danny's startled and confused look, he explained, "I meant to buy some groceries for the house while we were out. I guess I better go do that now before Steve gets home."

Danny bit his lip and fidgeted. "Can I come along? I have to buy some groceries as well."

Now it was Dean's turn to fidget. This is not what he planned on happening. Danny and him were supposed to part ways until Steve came home later. After the earlier revelation, on Dean's part, Dean wanted to put some distance between them without hurting anyone.

Well, shit.

"Sure," Dean replied brightly. Damn, he's a good actor.

Danny bought it and returned the smile. They went back outside and drove to the store, taking the Impala again because it had more room in so many ways. They chatted some more about what they miss about the mainland, avoiding all topics about family and their love lives, mainly because Dean's love life consists of Steve, and Danny is currently single as they come. And for family, Danny knows not to talk about Dean's, not if he doesn't want to fight.

The trip to the grocery store was eventful. Dean and Danny had a field day buying shit they knew Steve would have a conniption about, ranting about how unhealthy chips and candy are, and damn near having a heart attack at seeing just what else they bought and put in the pantry. Now that was a show worth waiting for.

Dean bought Steve's healthy shit along with his junk food. It looked bland and very blah. How the hell does Steve eat this stuff? Dean couldn't help but wonder in morbid fascination. If Steve thinks Dean will ever eat this healthy frou-frou crap, he's got another thing coming, and if Steve pushes, he's bottoming next time.

Biting back a grin at what Danny calls Steve's Constipated Face when Dean offered that as a deal: Dean will eat healthy if Steve bottoms.

A laugh got loose earning the attention of a Danny who had been extolling the virtues of homemade pretzels and pizza versus store bought. Danny pinned him with an inquisitive look that told Dean he'd hound him until Dean spills the beans.

"I'm just imagining Steve's face if I told him I'd eat healthier if he'd bottom from now on," Dean admitted, smile wide at the thought.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye, Danny's face dropped and he squirmed until he found the right expression Dean was expecting. Danny plastered on an amused smirk that wouldn't have fooled Stevie Wonder.

"Ha! Now that I would love to see," Danny grinned. The smile is almost as believable as aliens.

"I know, right?" Dean decided to not call Danny on it. Now is not the time. "So, let's go home. I'm getting hungry again and Steve should be home soon."

"Sounds good," Danny said as he pushed his cart towards the check-out stand. Dean followed close behind and got the stand next to him.

They finished at the same time and lugged their groceries to the car, bickering over who has the crazier adventure buddy, and Dean thinks he won because Catherine is taking no prisoners with him. Danny's used to Steve's particular brand of Steve, Dean's just learning Catherine's ticks. Danny conceded that, but argued at least Dean hadn't stumbled upon a body while out with Catherine. Dean gave him that one.

Arriving back at Steve's, Dean bade Danny adieu and got to work putting the groceries away and tried to figure out what to cook. His culinary skills extend to burgers and fries and heat-up soup. Anything else is beyond his ken.

Dean shrugged and decided to let Steve choose supper. Steve is less likely to burn their food and he knows how to make it edible. Dean is really good at burning things, it's part of the job description of being a Hunter, and Dean excelled at putting things on fire. Besides, Sam never complained about his cooking. Granted, it's not like Sam new any different. Their dad rarely cooked. It was always left to Dean to make supper and clean up.

He resumed his previous position on lying on the floor and feet propped up on the couch, but before doing so, he opened the back door to hear the ocean. He started to love the sound. It's like a lullaby.

He allowed his mind to drift aimlessly until Steve came home.

"Hey," Steve greeted happily as always to see Dean. "How was your day?" Wow, he never thought he'd ever ask a significant other that. Cath doesn't count. They could never talk about their day.

Dean grunted. "Went to Rainbow's with Danny then we went to the movie, and then we went grocery shopping. Had fun picking out food while we imagined the look on your face as we threw in the most unhealthy food on the shelves." He took a peek at Steve and burst out laughing.

Steve lost his freaked out and disgusted look. He scowled playfully at Dean before moving to straddle Dean on the floor. He leaned down and kissed Dean hello. He shifted and settled comfortably on Dean's waist, taking care to not put too much weight on his gorgeous boyfriend, and he loved calling Dean his boyfriend. His relationship with Dean is his first serious one. He's had flings but never relationships. Even with Cath, it was more a friends with benefits type of thing.

"You're thinking too hard," Dean observed, he ran his hands up and down Steve's sides. He smirked when Steve fidgeted, ticklish.

Steve batted his hands away with a warning glare. Dean took that as a challenge. He rolled them over and pinned Steve down, and he ran his fingers up and down Steve's sides. Steve laughed and tried to buck him off but Dean had the leverage. Dean was merciless as he tickled Steve into submission.

After five minutes, Steve cried uncle, and Dean let out a crow of triumph before stopping and getting off of his gasping boyfriend.

Steve stayed down on the floor, catching his breath while Dean watched him with amusement on the couch. He sat up and glared at Dean, promising retribution, but Dean merely raised an eyebrow in response.

"I dare you," Dean taunted.

Steve deflated and crawled onto the couch, laying his head in Dean's lap, and demanded comfort for his defeat. Dean huffed but started carding his hand through Steve's hair. The house was silent beyond the sound of the waves outside. Steve liked moments like this. When it was just Dean and him, no ohana, no cases, and no monsters or ghosts that pop up and ruin this.

Dean hummed as he fell into a light trance, losing himself in the rhythm of breathing and carding his hand through Steve's hair, grinning when he realized their breathing synced up. Wow. That's kind of cool. He never had that with a significant other before.

Also, that's kind of scary - weird. It's kind of weird.

"Order out," Steve said suddenly, voice thick from sleepiness. "Too lazy to cook and I don't want the kitchen to burn down," he added with a grin at Dean.

Dean thumped him on the head. "Hey! One time. I burn down the kitchen one time when I was fifteen. Not my fault it turned into a grease fire. They should have taken better care of that rental," Dean defended.

Steve chuckled. He caught one of Dean's hand, kissed the palm before lacing their fingers together. He settled his head more comfortably on Dean's lap. They remained like that for a while, long enough for Steve to fall into a light doze, enjoying Dean's presence, and wished every day could be like this after work. Just him and Dean relaxing in their home.

"Dean?" Dean hummed in question. "Do you regret staying with me here in Hawaii?"

Dean stopped carding his hand through Steve's hair and stared down at him in shock.

"Wait, what? No!" Dean practically yelled. "Why would you ask that?"

Steve sat up and looked Dean in the eye, surprised at Dean being so upset at his question. He shrugged and said, "It just seems like you're bored sometimes. It's like you're only staying here for me and not because you want to stay here."

Dean took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Look, this might not be exactly where I saw myself a year ago but I'm still here, Steve. I chose to be here with you. And okay, yes, I am a little bored, but are you telling me that you haven't been bored since you moved to the Reserves?"

Steve shrugged then nodded.

"Then you know how I feel, and you're over feeling bored, right?" Dean asked, and Steve nodded again. "Just give me time until I find my new purpose, okay? Give me that," Dean pleaded.

Steve bit his lip, ducked his head, and nodded for a third time. "Okay, I can give you that."

Dean gently tilted Steve's head up so they could make eye contact. "You sure? You can give me time to figure out what I'm supposed to do now? As in a job/passion type of thing, not a you and me type of thing."

Steve smirked at Dean's rambling but he relaxed all the same. "That's good to know. I don't want you to feel like you're bogged down by me."

"I know, dummy. I'm quite happy with you, jack-tar," Dean teased when Steve scowled at the nickname. "You are the one thing I'm damn sure about."

"Good, " Steve said. "Now that's cleared up," he started with a lecherous grin. "How about we move this upstairs after I order a pizza?"

Dean grinned back. "That sounds awesome."

He gave Steve a quick kiss before running upstairs to get ready while Steve placed their usual order: a large double pepperoni and a large Hawaiian with extra pineapple. Dude is weird. He better not expect Dean to eat the leftovers. He should have had Steve change his order to a medium instead of his usual large. He never finishes his pizza.

Dean stripped down and prepped himself, he's too impatient for foreplay right now, and he hasn't been with Steve since the Zurigan case two weeks ago. Steve's been too busy with paperwork and testifying on their case to put the douchebag away for the next twenty years.

Dean bit his lip when his fingers brushed against his prostate, he gripped his cock to keep from coming before the fun even began, and added a fourth finger. Yes, he's that impatient, and he wants to get the show on the road. He wants to be prepped and ready when Steve comes up to their room. He better be undressing as he comes up the stairs.

Steve looked startled at seeing Dean already naked and prepping himself.

"If you want to join, you better get your ass undressed, or I'm having this party by myself," Dean threatened him. He let out a groan when he grazed his prostate and he clenched down on his fingers. The sharp intake of breath from the doorway had him grinning as he continued stretching himself out.

He felt the bed dip, signaling Steve has finally moved from the door. His hands were batted away as Steve checked to make sure Dean was properly stretched, groaning when his fingers slid in without trouble, and he gently fucked Dean with them for a bit, the tease. He shifted so he was directly behind Dean, he gently blew into Dean's hole, smirking when the muscles quivered, and Dean moaned beautifully.

Dear lord, Steve has missed this.

Dean has the right idea. Now is not the time for play. He quickly lubed himself up, following the old adage better safe than sorry with the amount, and slowly pushed in. Dean's delighted moan had Steve thrusting in the rest of the way without stopping. He waited until Dean adjusted before starting a slow rhythm that allowed Dean to match him.

Steve stopped long enough to grab a pillow and placed it under Dean's stomach, raising his butt up, making every thrust that Steve made hit his prostate dead on. It had Dean panting and moaning as he clutched the sheets in a death grip, he grunted as Steve picked up the pace.

The sounds of the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, and it provided the perfect soundtrack as Dean spread his legs wider, making Steve sink deeper inside him, earning groans from the both of them.

"Harder," Dean panted as he clenched down on Steve as an incentive.

Steve swore, adjusted a bit, and sped up his thrusts in earnest, his hands a bruising grip on Dean's hips.

Dean let out a particularly loud groan as he felt his balls start to tighten, a tell-tale sign that he was close. He wished he could reach down to get himself to the finish line but his current position denied that. The feeling of the sheet below him rubbed deliciously on his sensitive cock. He knew he was leaving a wet spot below him, which sucks because he just washed these sheets. Giggling inanely, Dean thrust back as much as he could from his position.

"Almost there," he grunted. "Faster, Steve."

Steve didn't answer but quickened his thrusts. Steve pounded into Dean, sweat dripping down from him, loving the way Dean moaned wantonly. This is what he loved when they were together like this. Dean surrendered his body to him without question, trusting him, and Steve always made sure that trust wasn't misplaced.

Feeling his own climax approaching, Steve stopped long enough to pull Dean up to his knees, snaking a hand around to grab Dean's neglected cock. He found a rhythm that had Dean letting out a high-pitched whine, one that Steve would tease about him later for, and bit down on his neck as he thrust harder. He felt Dean tense then he let out a sharp cry of, "Steve!"

Dean came hard, his vision actually whited out for a second, and a strangled cry tore out before he could stop it, his body trembling from the aftershocks. Pleasure licked its way up and down his spine until he was aware enough of Steve still thrusting inside him.

He felt the change in Steve's thrusts, his once smooth rhythm becoming erratic, his breathing becoming labored. Steve let out a loud groan as he felt his balls draw up and he came with a loud groan, his body riding the aftershocks as he thrust into Dean's pliant body. He moaned when he felt Dean milk every last drop out of him.

"Fuck," he grunted as his body still thrust inside Dean. "That was amazing," he said once he regained his breath. "Needed this."

Dean grinned into his forearm. He fell to his side, hissing when Steve slid out of him at the movement, and smiled up at him, sated. He pulled Steve down into a long kiss, their tongues battled for dominance briefly before Steve conceded the fight, and they kissed for a long time. Only the sound of the doorbell ringing drew them apart.

Steve scowled towards the direction of the door. Dean laughed and shoved him out of the bed.

"Go. Get our food. I'll get the shower ready," Dean told him.

Steve sighed before nodding his head and slipping on Dean's sweats. He did a double check to make sure he had no spunk on him, he didn't want to traumatized the pizza boy...again. He grinned at the memory of the last pizza boy seeing Steve covered in Dean's spunk on his chest and abdomen.

Deeming himself presentable, Steve ran downstairs to pay for their pizza. He made small talk, tipped the boy, and practically slammed the door in his face in his haste to get back upstairs where Dean is waiting for him. He dimly heard laughter on the other side of the door but played it off as his imagination. He placed the pizzas on the coffee table haphazardly, and ran back up the stairs to find Dean lathering himself in soap, washing away their earlier activity, which made Steve a little sad to see it being washed down the train.

He tore off his clothes and finished washing Dean off, allowing his gorgeous boyfriend to do the same to him. He leaned back into Dean, who wrapped his arms around his waist, and basked in the warm water before it cooled, sending them out of the shower.

Steve changed into his blue board shorts Dean bought him. Dean said it brought out his eyes, Kono and Cath agreed with him. Steve mainly wore them because he saw the pleased look in Dean's eyes when he did. He'd do anything for Dean. Hell, if Dean bought him an aloha shirt and plaid cargo drunks, he'd wear them without complaint, and ignore all the taunts his team would come up with if they ever saw him in that ensemble because it made Dean happy.

Dean wore the green cargo trunks Steve bought that Cath swore would make Dean's eyes pop, and Dean had the most gorgeous green eyes he's ever seen. Cath had been right, it made Dean's eyes stand out, particularly when Dean went shirtless. His eyes contrasted nicely against his tanned skin.

They sat down on the couch, legs entangled, and ate their much deserved supper. Steve chose a documentary on Roman engineering. It was interesting and informative.

Steve had been surprised to learn that Dean was interested in history. He told him all about Caligula and how his reign was so horrible any mention of him in the Roman records was stripped and his memory forgotten. They even found floating pleasure palaces in a lake, they were deliberately sunk because they wanted nothing of Caligula left. They also destroyed any image of him, and hunted down his family, leaving only a handful of people left alive. His nephew Nero almost surpassed him as Rome's worst and terrible emperors.

He had never heard that in history class. He often wondered where Dean learned it.

Dean's hand landing on his thigh jolted him out of his thoughts and he grinned at Dean, reaching down to lace their fingers together. Steve didn't know what it was about Dean, but he was really tactile and wasn't afraid to show PDA outside of the house. He's normally a very private person but with Dean that's all out the window.

Night fell and Dean sent him up to change the sheets so they could go to sleep. He'd laugh at the fact they're going to bed at 9:30 but he's too damn tired to do so.

Sheets changed, he called Dean up who took his time locking the house up and putting their trash away before making his way up to bed. Steve already brushed his teeth and safely ensconced in their bed. Dean grinned at him cocooned in their bedding, Steve flipped him off, and Dean laughed. He went into the bathroom to take care of business and brush his teeth.

By the time he came back out, Steve was already asleep. Dean chuckled softly at the sight. He turned off the lights and crawled into bed, curling around his snoozing boyfriend, grinning when Steve tugged Dean closer.

Even in his sleep, he's a cuddle monster. Who knew the big, bad SEAL would be such a cuddler?

Dean yawned and snuggled into Steve, letting his breath sync with Steve's, and gave a whispered prayer, one his mom taught him.

"Take care of my loved ones, oh Lord,
May they sleep peacefully and soundly.
No terrors or demons invade their dreams tonight,
Watch over us and protects us.
Amen."

So, that happened. Sam's coming up in the next chapter. A reviewer, DaughterofDante, said it'd be great if Sam would show up in Hawaii for Spring Break. The idea spawned this.

What'd you guys think?