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Chapter Six: Sunday, Not So Fun Day
The credits barely began to roll went the screen split with a new ad to let viewers know that Thunderball was coming on next in the James Bond movie marathon. Steve hadn't been paying much attention to anything since Danny slid close to him and his body just fell into place with his. He was just content. This felt so right. When his couchmate didn't say anything or even move when the movie ended, he gave his shoulder a little squeeze, "Danny?" he whispered.
"Sssh, babe," he breathed as he pushed into Steve's side a little, "I'm good right here." Steve felt the tickle of Danny's soft hair as is nestled into his neck. Honestly he was good too, but they could be more comfortable. A smile crept over his face as he thought about getting a picture of this, of Danny asleep on his shoulder. He reached for his phone and went for the camera app when it beeped three times, flashing the low battery symbol and then turned itself off. He sighed at his misfortune and set it back on the table.
"Hey, want to go upstairs?" he asked letting his fingers brush Danny's neck. The only answer he got was a soft grunt as the blonde's arm moved to his chest. "Danny," he smiled, "this isn't going to be comfortable all night." Again no answer, so it was going to be up to him. The thought of picking up his partner and carrying him up to bed crossed his mind, but Danny probably had enough of the manhandling earlier, besides, if he was going to carry his Adonis to bed, he wanted a more romantic venue than falling asleep in front of the television.
"Good here," was muffled again as he felt Danny's breath come through his shirt.
"Alright," he softly kissed the blonde hair and then moved his arm behind Danny's shoulders, "I'm just going to move us a little, so we can lay on the couch." No protest, no movement, no words . . . Steve took it as approval. The idea was easier in his head than in practice, but in a few moments, they were both laying on the couch, legs intertwined. He was against the back of the couch and Danny continued to be nestled into him . . . big spoon and little spoon. Steve let his arm drape over Danny's body, the warm skin against his. He wished he had the forethought to take off his own shirt when he cut Danny out of his. Steve's hand spread out over Danny's muscled torso, feeling the supple chest hair between his fingers. Nothing else mattered in that instant, he closed his eyes and fell into blissful sleep.
Time became irrelevant as Steve dreamt, falling into some amalgamation of decades of spy movies. He found himself outside of a casino, dressed to the nines in a tux breathing in the warm evening air. "Are you coming?" he heard a familiar voice. He looked around, he saw throngs of people moving about, until he found the one talking to him, Danny. He looked gorgeous and a bit dangerous. A flash of his smile and Steve was not able to conceal his arousal. "I thought you were taking me home?" dream Danny purred as he slid past him and started for the car the valet had waiting. Without words, Steve ran to the car and got in. Only in his dream would his super spy car be the Camaro, but it didn't matter, he just needed to get Danny home . . . home and into bed. As he sped along the European streets he glanced at his passenger, there Danny was slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt as if he couldn't wait to get where they were going. He took a hard turn around the bend and that's when he first heard the click. Click. Panic started to rise and there was another click. Click. Steve's eyes fluttered opened with a sharp intake of breath.
"Hey, Boss," Kono smiled, speaking quietly. She was holding out her phone and obviously taking pictures, "Looks like you two had quite a night."
"Kono? What the hell?" Steve said looking around and very aware of his erection pressing against the back of Danny's thigh.
"Well, the Governor has been trying to get a hold of you for a good hour now, when you didn't pick up, he started calling the rest of the team, until he reached Chin."
"What's Denning want?" Steve tried to sit up, leaning on his arm.
"Are you people aware that it's Sunday morning?" Danny said surly.
"Good morning, bright eyes," Kono smiled and took another picture now that Danny was awake. "I've come to unlock the cuffs, we're needed at work."
"I repeat, it's Sunday morning," Danny grumbled.
"Diplomat's wife slipped out for a smoke at an embassy dinner and hasn't been seen or heard from since dessert," Kono said as she removed the handcuffs and set them on the coffee table.
"Hey, where's Grace?" Danny sat up more aware than he had been.
"Don't worry, Brah, Kamekona's staying with her at my house," Kono couldn't contain the smile on her face as she looked at them.
"Great," he sighed, "next thing I know she'll be working at the shrimp truck."
"First things first, let's get over to HQ and see what we can find out about the case." Steve stood up quickly and headed towards the kitchen.
"I'm going to head home and change, I'll meet you there, okay?" Danny called stretching and looking around for his shoes.
"Yeah," Steve said from the doorway pulling on a fresh shirt, "that's good." Danny nodded and left. Kono just watched the odd parting, not sure what to say. "Kono, go on ahead, I'll be a few minutes behind you."
"Are you sure, Boss? I can wait for you."
"Go," Steve ordered, "the faster we get intel, the faster we'll find the woman."
"Of course, see you at HQ," she took off leaving Steve alone. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and then quickly got dressed and headed out.
The case was pretty cut and dry, some low-life cartel trying to make a name for himself decided to stand up to his local government and nabbed the ambassador's wife. Always a smart move to try something like this on American soil. Aside from finding the woman, the team also confiscated several crates of drugs and weapons the idiot was going to ship back to his homeland. Once the ambassador and his wife were safely back at their hotel, under guard and the cartel along with his goon squad were locked up, all that was left was the paperwork.
"Hey, Steve?" Danny asked poking his head into Steve's office, "mind if I kick off early so I can get Grace back to Rachel's at a decent time?"
Steve looked at the clock, it was pushing four o'clock, and then back at Danny, noting the slight circles under his eyes and smiled, "Yeah, go ahead. I've got this."
"Thanks," his face relaxed into a smile, "Catch ya later?"
"Sure," Steve grinned back and watched as he jogged down the hallway. He wanted to invite Danny back home for a couple of steaks and some beers so they could talk now that the cuffs were off. That is what he said they'd do, right? But Grace came first, she'd always have to come first and Steve was good with that. Grace . . . it was her idea to bind them together and face their feelings. Such an idea from a young girl, but Gracie was more mature than her years . . . that was obvious from the first time they met. "No," Steve breathed, stop thinking about that and get this paperwork done.
An hour and a half later he was the last one there, Chin and Kono leaving after their duties were finished. Once the last bit of information was down, he turned his computer off and switched out the lights. Steve wasn't looking forward to going home to an empty house, not when the events of the previous evening were so promising. But Danny had Grace and after he dropped her off he probably crashed at his place. Bed didn't sound so bad, but it would be lonely.
He drove home silently looking forward to a hot shower and cool sheets. It didn't faze him when reached his front door that it was unlocked. He barely locks it anyway and when there's a case, you just go. Steve kicked off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway when he noticed that there was as bottle of wine sitting on the table with a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs hanging around the bottle's neck. He looked around for some sign of what this meant. That's when he saw Danny in the backyard looking out over the ocean.
Steve grabbed the bottle and headed out onto the lanai. Approaching Danny he sensed a careless ease about him, something that was completely new for Danny Williams. "Hey," he said standing beside him, "do you want to tell me what this is about?" holding the bottle out in front of them.
"When you kissed me you said it must have been the wine," Danny said tilting his head, "I thought we might want to try it again."
"And these?" Steve held up the pink furry handcuffs.
"Those are for if we want to try our own kind of scavenger hunt event," Danny smiled seductively and tugged Steve by the shirt so he was pressed against him, "kissing on the lanai . . . making out on the couch . . . " The rest of the words quickly got lost as Steve wasted no time and pulled him into a kiss.