bswindle20, greedy little thing that she is, demanded smut, and who am I to refuse? ;)

Chin dropped them off at the bar to pick up the Camaro and waited while they got in a drove away, probably to make sure they didn't get in any more trouble. Danny didn't see how they could—the bar was closed—but this was Steve, and Danny was sure he'd find a way.

Steve pulled up at his house, turned of the car, and paused. The tension was thick between them. What happened now? Did they part ways here and pretend nothing happened? Danny didn't think that was the case—they'd been pretty open about what was going on between them, and there was no way anybody could mistake the kiss for anything but what it was—too soon-to-be lovers tasting each other for the first—but definitely not the last—time. Did they go in and have wild sex? Honestly, Danny didn't think he was up for it—it was 3 am, he was tired, he ached, and he stunk of alcohol, smoke, and urine from the bar and the cell. Still, Danny didn't want to go home.

Screw it, he thought. If it were any ordinary night, he'd go in and crash on the couch, and they'd nurse their hangovers together the next day. Only difference this time was Danny didn't want to crash on the couch. Maybe he wasn't up to sex, but he was going to be damned if he was deprived of having Steve by his side for one more night. Danny got out of the car.

Steve seemed to relax slightly, and the tension eased, like this was an acknowledgment that the cell wasn't something they'd sweep under the rug; they were really doing this. They walked amiably side by side to the door, Danny's hand reaching out to squeeze Steve's before letting go and disappearing. Steve smiled and opened the door, turning off the alarm before rounding on Danny, stalking towards him like a wild beast scenting it's prey.

Danny put out a hand to stop him. "Whoa, there, big guy."

Steve instantly froze, a look of hurt and confusion on his face. "I thought. . ."

Danny smiled reassuringly and pecked him on the lips. Steve tried to deepen it, but Danny pulled back, and Steve whimpered at the loss. "You reek, you're covered in blood"-it was true—Steve had escaped mostly unscathed, but blood from the various lips he'd fattened and noses he'd broke dotted his hands and shirt, and Danny wasn't much better, plus his hand hurt like a son-of-a-bitch from the guy he'd punched-"and I'm not doing this until we're both cleaned up."

Steve smirked. "You didn't seem to mind back in the cell."

"Temporary lapse in judgment. I'm not making that mistake again."

Steve pouted, but Danny refused to back down. Finally, Steve relented. "Fine, shower first. But we're picking this up as soon as we're finished."

Suddenly, Danny wasn't tired any more. The prospect of Steve's lips on his again, Steve's mouth kissing down his throat, Steve's hands running over his body, just Steve, had his cock twitching in interest. Danny almost forgot his resolve, until a whiff of their combined owners reminded him. Right. Shower. Then sex.

Steve locked up while Danny made his way to the bathroom. Danny had just gotten in the shower, closing his eyes in bliss as the hot water poured over sore muscles, when he felt the air stir. He opened his eyes to find Steve, naked as the day he was born, standing just inches from him. Danny would have appreciated the sight more if he wasn't so startled. "What are you doing here?"

"Showering," Steve said, matter-of-factly, as if showering together was something they did everyday. Maybe it would be. Danny spared a minute to think of this happening every morning, water coursing over naked bodies, hands caressing bodies as they washed each other. . .damn, he was getting hard again.

Steve noticed. "You don't seem to mind." He closed the last few inches, pinning Danny between his body and the wall. Danny gasped at the sensation of skin-on-skin. God, Steve felt so good against him. He couldn't help but moan.

He had to remain firm, though. It wouldn't do to let Steve think he could get away with doing whatever he wanted with Danny, whenever he wanted to. "I thought I made it clear. Shower first, then sex."

"I thought we could save time. Shower and sex," Steve replied. He pressed even closer, their cocks rubbing together, and Danny forgot why he was insisting they not do this now.

"Yeah, okay, sure," he said breathlessly. Steve smirked and reached behind Danny for the shower gel. He poured some in his hands and stepped back just enough to touch Danny. He started with Danny's shoulders, running his hands down Danny's arms, then across Danny's chest, ghosting over his nipples, causing them to harden. Steve didn't stop to play with them, instead continuing down Danny's body, across his abs, then down his legs, ignoring Danny's now fully hard cock. "Steve, stop teasing," Danny whined.

Steve looked up at Danny from where he was now kneeling on the floor of the tub. "But, Danny," he said, innocently, "I thought you wanted to be clean first."

Danny tugged at Steve's hair, bringing the SEAL's head level with his cock. "Suck me. Now."

"Demanding, aren't you?" Steve said, but he complied. He wasted no time, taking Danny as deep as he could in one fell swoop. Danny shouted at the feel of it, warm, hot, and tight, like Steve's mouth was meant to suck Danny's cock. Steve started up a rhythm, bobbing his head slowly up and down, releasing all but the tip when he got to the top, then sinking slowly back down. Danny tried to thrust his hips, but Steve held them still with one arm, the other fondling Danny's balls.

Danny could feel the heat pooling in his groin. He wasn't going to last. He tugged Steve's hair in warning, but Steve just took him deeper, which Danny didn't think was even possible, and sucked, hard, hollowing out his cheeks. Danny came with a cry of Steve's name. He collapsed against the wall of the shower, legs like jelly. He hadn't come so hard so fast in a long time, maybe ever.

Steve didn't give Danny time to recover. The brunet rose gracefully to his feet, eyes dark with lust, and motioned Danny to turn around. Danny turned willingly, spreading his legs and bracing his hands against the wall.

Steve poured more soap on his hands and began to open Danny up. Danny moaned as one finger penetrated his hole, thrusting in and out gently a few times before another joined it, Steve crooked his fingers and hit Danny's prostate, causing the blond to cry out once again. Danny was never quiet during sex, but Steve was doing an exceptionally good job of pushing all his buttons, causing Danny to be louder than usual. Steve scissored his fingers, and Danny relished the stretch, then the slight burn as a third finger was added.

"God, Steve, I'm ready," Danny choked out, barely coherent. Steve removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, pushing slowly into Danny. It burned, but that soon turned to pleasure as Steve's cock filled Danny. It was the most wonderful thing Danny had ever felt. Why had they waited so long? Why did it take a bar fight and a jail cell to get them to this point? Why. . .Danny's thoughts were cut off as Steve began to thrust. Danny let out a constant stream of moans, sprinkled occasionally with Steve's name, but for the most part, he was beyond coherence. Steve's thrusts sped up, and Danny pushed back to meet each one, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. It wasn't long before Steve tensed and released into Danny with a groan of his own.

Steve collapsed onto Danny's back, mouthing his ear and down his neck. Danny leaned back into Steve, baring his throat even more. Steve obliged, kissing down to Danny's collarbone and sucking in a mark.

"Possessive, aren't you?" Danny said. "First you punch some guy out for hitting on me, then you mark me. Why don't you just tattoo 'Property of Steve McGarrett' on my forehead?"

"That can be arranged," Steve growled.

Danny didn't think he'd mind being marked as Steve's one bit. Maybe this week wasn't so bad after all.

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A/N: My first blow-job and my first shower sex scene. Let me know how I did!