The water was red, and for once not with blood. The tropical sun dipped below the waves, searing heat melting into comforting warmth. Danny turned his face towards the fading light, letting the heat wash over his skin, relaxing into the swaying motion of the boat. A sigh escaped his lips, fluttering into the breeze and drifting away.

"I heard that," Danny sighed again, this time in exasperation.

"Heard what McGarrett?"

"Your sigh. You have finally surrendered to Hawaii's charms."

"No Steve, I was just relaxing. I'll admit to relaxing. It's warm and the boat is rocking and for once there are no guns pointed at me. It has nothing to do with this infernal island."

"You're lying to yourself Danno, and you know it." Danny lifted his hand, eyes still shut, and flipped off his partner. Steve laughed, that loud, goofy laugh Danny didn't hear enough. "Come for a swim with me." The cop smiled, slouching further down in the captain's chair, taking a deep breath of saline air when he was hit by something heavy, and instead of breathing in pristine tropical air his lungs filled with sweat, cheap detergent, leather, and gun powder.

"You are disgusting," Danny grumbled, throwing Steve's cargo pants off his face as he spun the chair, about to tell Steve off, but his rant caught in his throat. Steve was naked. Well, he might as well have been. Instead of his swim trunks, he was wearing a bright blue speedo that left absolutely nothing to Danny's imagination. Danny had always know Steve's body was ridiculous, he'd been jealous, but he'd never realized exactly how perfect it was. The sun washed over his shoulders and glistened on his abdominals, dripping gold down his legs. "Come for a swim," Steve smirked, hooking his thumb into the edge of his speedo. "Or are you scared babe?" Danny closed his mouth, which had been hanging open. It tasted fuzzy, like he'd been sleeping with it open all night.

With one smooth move the Navy Seal turned and dove off the slide of the boat, slicing into the water with barely a splash. Danny had been wrong. Steve wasn't wearing a speedo.

He was wearing a thong.

Danny blinked, and his pillow glowered back at him. For a moment he was still on the boat, but he fell into his bed—for a moment, he was land sick.

"Uh," he groaned, rolling on to his back, smacking his lips together. His bed was the perfect temperature, so warm, like the sun on the boat. He had an hour before his alarm, and even though he was going to lose an hour of sleep, he loved knowing he could just lay here, comfortable and pleasantly hard—

Danny Williams sat up in bed, sheets swirling around him like the broken sail of a boat. He was hard, not full on, but his dick sure wasn't limp. God, he'd just had a wet dream about his boss. About Steve. Shit.

It could only be natural—the SEAL was an incredibly fit human being, and even though Danny was straight, he'd checked him out on a couple of occasions. It was just a dream anyway—it's not like he'd popped up in the office because Steve had leaned on his doorframe. He'd just take a shower and try not to picture Steve in a bright blue thong when he picked his partner up for work today. The very image made Danny chuckle, swinging his legs into the cold.