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Thirty-Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes by leupagus (NC-17)
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0 (new)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 15,461 words
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leupagus
Author Website: fan fiction tag on LJ; works on AO3
Why this must be read: We all have a need to define things in our lives, to know where we stand. Danny Williams is no different. He and Steve have been doing something for a little while now, but Danny doesn't know what to call it, and he really wants a name for it.
So, they go on a date ... which lasts approximately 36 hours and 15 minutes. Is that enough to tell Danny what they have and where they're going? Leupagus is funny and prolific, and her Danny is hilarious. (Not to mention the getting together is hot, hot, hot!)
“If you ask me if I’m ready for this, I’m going to punch you in the face,” Danny tells him, hauling him up the stairs.
“Hey, maybe I’m not ready for this,” Steve says, but he’s grinning his Hey-Wouldn’t-It-Be-Awesome-If-I-Blew-Up-The-Bad-Guy’s-Car grin and grabbing at Danny’s ass again. “It’s a big step in any relationship.”
Danny shoves Steve through the bedroom doorway. “Yeah, the way you were rubbing one off on my leg really makes me think you’re looking for a promise ring.”
“I’m serious,” Steve protests as he backs up toward the bed. He pulls his shirt off by the hem and tosses it into a corner. “Maybe we should take it slow.”
“Take it -- we’ve been making out like Amish people for a month, how much slower is this gonna get?” Danny says, distracted by the flush across Steve’s chest as Steve sits down on the bed, leaning back on his hands like he’s laying himself out for some magazine photoshoot.
“Whatever you want,” Steve answers, which doesn’t make sense but they’re bickering more out of habit right now anyway.
Danny comes to stand between Steve’s knees and Steve reaches out for his tie again. Danny swats his hand away. “What is it with you and my tie, seriously.”
“It’s ugly,” Steve argues, yanking at Danny’s shirt instead. He gets it untucked and skims his fingers across the small of Danny’s back, warm and already a little possessive.
“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” Danny mutters, his throat dry.
“Maybe if you took it off I wouldn’t have to bitch about it so much,” Steve replies, tilting his head up in this expectant way, like Danny’s going to kiss him just because he wants him to.
“Maybe I’ll keep it on the whole time,” Danny says, “And you’ll have to resign yourself to the fact that you’ve got the hots for some be-tied mainlander who doesn’t even--”
“Is that what you’re into?” Steve asks brightly. He pushes himself up and Danny leans down just far enough, biting at the swell of Steve’s lower lip where he’s sweetest. Steve hums a little against his mouth -- he likes it when Danny uses his teeth, Danny notices these things -- and adds, “You want me naked while you’ve got your tie and your shirt and your awful shoes--”
“Seriously, so much yammering.”
“It’s important to communicate our desires, Danny,” Steve says seriously, and honestly? Danny puts his hand over Steve’s crotch partially out of curiosity and partially out of desire but mostly in the hope that it’ll make Steve shut his goddamn face.
On AO3: Thirty-Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes
On DW: Thirty-Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes tag (start at bottom)
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 15,461 words
Author on LJ:
leupagusAuthor Website: fan fiction tag on LJ; works on AO3
Why this must be read: We all have a need to define things in our lives, to know where we stand. Danny Williams is no different. He and Steve have been doing something for a little while now, but Danny doesn't know what to call it, and he really wants a name for it.
So, they go on a date ... which lasts approximately 36 hours and 15 minutes. Is that enough to tell Danny what they have and where they're going? Leupagus is funny and prolific, and her Danny is hilarious. (Not to mention the getting together is hot, hot, hot!)
“If you ask me if I’m ready for this, I’m going to punch you in the face,” Danny tells him, hauling him up the stairs.
“Hey, maybe I’m not ready for this,” Steve says, but he’s grinning his Hey-Wouldn’t-It-Be-Awesome-If-I-Blew-Up-The-Bad-Guy’s-Car grin and grabbing at Danny’s ass again. “It’s a big step in any relationship.”
Danny shoves Steve through the bedroom doorway. “Yeah, the way you were rubbing one off on my leg really makes me think you’re looking for a promise ring.”
“I’m serious,” Steve protests as he backs up toward the bed. He pulls his shirt off by the hem and tosses it into a corner. “Maybe we should take it slow.”
“Take it -- we’ve been making out like Amish people for a month, how much slower is this gonna get?” Danny says, distracted by the flush across Steve’s chest as Steve sits down on the bed, leaning back on his hands like he’s laying himself out for some magazine photoshoot.
“Whatever you want,” Steve answers, which doesn’t make sense but they’re bickering more out of habit right now anyway.
Danny comes to stand between Steve’s knees and Steve reaches out for his tie again. Danny swats his hand away. “What is it with you and my tie, seriously.”
“It’s ugly,” Steve argues, yanking at Danny’s shirt instead. He gets it untucked and skims his fingers across the small of Danny’s back, warm and already a little possessive.
“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” Danny mutters, his throat dry.
“Maybe if you took it off I wouldn’t have to bitch about it so much,” Steve replies, tilting his head up in this expectant way, like Danny’s going to kiss him just because he wants him to.
“Maybe I’ll keep it on the whole time,” Danny says, “And you’ll have to resign yourself to the fact that you’ve got the hots for some be-tied mainlander who doesn’t even--”
“Is that what you’re into?” Steve asks brightly. He pushes himself up and Danny leans down just far enough, biting at the swell of Steve’s lower lip where he’s sweetest. Steve hums a little against his mouth -- he likes it when Danny uses his teeth, Danny notices these things -- and adds, “You want me naked while you’ve got your tie and your shirt and your awful shoes--”
“Seriously, so much yammering.”
“It’s important to communicate our desires, Danny,” Steve says seriously, and honestly? Danny puts his hand over Steve’s crotch partially out of curiosity and partially out of desire but mostly in the hope that it’ll make Steve shut his goddamn face.
On AO3: Thirty-Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes
On DW: Thirty-Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes tag (start at bottom)
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!