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sealieRating: Slash
Word count: ~3, 200
Warning: skip nothing springs to mind
Advisory: potty mouth; IT’S A WIP.NSFW
Disclaimer: writing for fun not for profit.
Comments: British English spelling
Spoilers: none, it’s an AU.
Betas: Springwoof, hugs and kisses and squishes
Last time on The Co-operative:
Undeniably, everything that had happened had been a fiasco, but Danny began to find détente;
Good food, and family -- the ‘ohana's answer to everything;
Danno’s Monkey visited, and
There was more hugging.
The first part is here,
The Co-operative.
By Sealie
Danny didn’t even have to think about wending his way up to Steve’s eyrie of an apartment. The route hardly even registered now. The door was unlocked. His way was a pockmarked path of moonlight and shadow cast by the partly boarded up windows.
The loft was quiet. He didn’t call out as he made his way up the staircase. A shaft of light from the bathroom door on the second level indicated Steve’s whereabouts.
Danny couldn’t hear the shower. He mooched around Steve’s draughtsman table, checking out his improbable lighthouse drawings in the pale moonlight. There weren’t any new sketches, but given the last few weeks’ entertainments, Danny wasn’t surprised. But one open pad showed a detailed drawing of the floor of the Hall. Danny drew his fingertip over the smooth paper, avoiding the precise pencil lines. He didn’t know if Steve had drawn the mesmerising floor or the kid, but the interlocking shapes were mathematical in their precision.
Danny glanced back to the bathroom door. If Steve was on the toilet, it was taking him a long time.
Danny wasn’t shy, and visions of an exhausted Steve slumped on the floor set him quickly over the room. Even knowing that it wasn’t the most effective way of communicating, he rapped on the door with his knuckles.
“Steve, you okay?”
Unsurprisingly, there was no answer, Danny cracked open the door, so he could check out the toilet. It was unoccupied. He peered around the corner. The windows of Steve’s grandiose shower cubicle were steamed up and there was a bubbling sound.
“Huh. Bath time,” Danny said trotting over.
He drummed his fingers on the glass. They hadn’t had a bath, but the first time that he had seen Steve’s enormous, multi-headed steam shower unit it had occurred to him that they could have a lot of fun in the shower.
The door squeaked as Steve pushed open the sliding panel. He lazed in the bath portion of the shower basin, rocking slightly as the gentle pulse of jets of water from the Jacuzzi moved him. Steam billowed out the door.
“Very nice,” Danny said.
“There’s plenty of room.” Steve shifted over, and regarded Danny neutrally.
“What’s that face? I haven’t seen that one.” Danny skinned out of his shorts and underpants in one motion. A smile flickered over Steve’s face at Danny’s disrobing. So he was still a little uncertain of his place in Danny’s thoughts. Actions clearly spoke to Steve louder than words -- but Danny knew that already. Danny wiggled out of his t-shirt a lot less smoothly than his shorts, getting his arm free without jostling.
Steve shifted over a little more, clearing a better space on the submerged scooped sitting area. He didn’t really need to move since the padded bench was wide.
The water was warm and perfect. Danny could feel his hair curling in the humidity. He eased into the warm, borderline too hot, water with a happy sigh.
“Why haven’t we done this before?” Danny settled next to Steve, easing his wounded arm over Steve’s shoulders, and keeping his bandage out of the water.
“I’m not really a bath person,” Steve said, shuffling down a fraction under Danny’s arm. “I enjoy them when I want one. But…?”
Uncertainty really didn’t sit easily on Steve.
“I guess when your muscles are hurting, it’s a good place to be?” Water therapy probably played a role in Steve’s early recovery, and sitting in a bath when you wanted to swim in the ocean probably galled.
“Yes.”
“We are totally going to be doing this again with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries,” Danny decided.
“What?”
“We need--” Danny shifted around so Steve could see his face, “--champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.”
“The chocolate would melt,” Steve said with total practicality and zero romance.
“Silicone lube,” Danny added to his shopping list.
“Why do we want--?” Steve shifted back slightly, wincing. His jaw dropped as he made connections. “Oh.”
Danny snorted, and kissed his doofus’ nose.
“Seriously, did you never romance your girlfriends?” Danny emphasised the never.
Steve considered the question.
“No,” was his honest and frank answer. “Well, a barbeque on the beach with a good red wine is romantic, isn’t it?”
“The fact that you’re asking tells me everything that I need to know.” Danny leaned in and kissed again with a little more feeling. Steve’s lips parted, and he sucked on Danny’s tongue. Cautiously, Steve’s large hand smoothed over Danny’s tummy, edging lower, fingers dragging over damp, hairy skin. Danny bent into the touch. Need thrummed in Danny’s groin. His cock rose. Fuck it -- he wanted a connection. Danny pulled back from kissing Steve. He wanted sex. “We really need some lube.”
“Lube?” Steve over-stressed the word, checking out its structure.
“Yeah, something that we can use in water. Looooobe.”
“It would get into the Jacuzzi mechanism,” said Mr. Practicality.
“We can switch off the pumps.” Danny flicked off an imaginary switch.
“Oh.” Steve contemplated that solution. His nose scrunched as he thought hard. “We’ve got my silicone scar gel?”
“Hmmm.” Danny chewed over that suggestion. He didn’t know if silicone scar gel was the same as silicone lube, but they probably weren’t that different? He untangled from Steve’s questing hands, and stood, water sheeting off his body. “How sore are you?”
“What?” Steve’s confusion was cute, especially when distracted by Danny’s show.
“We’re not doing this--” Danny gestured at his bobbing cock, “--if you’re too sore.”
“I’m not sore,” Steve said very quickly.
“Really?”
“I’m relaxed.” Steve slid down into the water and stretched lithely. The movement did nothing to hide the array of bruising along his ribs, but he did indeed move without any apparent difficulty. Combination of painkillers and warm, blood-hot water, Danny judged.
Without another word, Danny slid open the door and got out of the bath. He closed it behind him, wanting to keep that luxurious heat contained. Steve’s gel was on the vanity unit beside the sink. The ingredient list on the tube was short: four components. They were all multi-syllable chemical names. Nothing on the label indicated that the contents were for external use only, and given that it was to be used on damaged, healing tissue, Danny guessed that it could work.
He contemplated the toilet, but thanks to the four strong cups of coffee that he had had at lunch time, he didn’t need to go anytime soon. He rooted through the drawers for his boy scout’s tools of the trade. Steve was always prepared. He found what he was looking for in the bottom of the second drawer.
Danny shivered in anticipation.
He slipped back into the bath, closing the door firmly. Steve hadn’t moved an inch.
“Okay, Mr. Practicality, a bit of information before we start playing. You got your ears in?” Danny didn’t think so.
Steve shook his head. Danny knelt on the non-slip mat submerged in the bottom of the bath, facing Steve so that he had all his considerable attention.
“You put any oils or anything in the water?”
“Oil? In the water?”
“Yeah.”
“No, it fucks up the jet pumps,” Steve said, providing much more information than necessary. “Okay. I added a couple of tablespoons of mineral salt.”
“Salt? Why salt?”
“Really? You’re asking me now? It makes the water… osmotically less harsh on the skin.”
“Osmotically, what’s that?” Danny questioned.
“I’ll answer your chemistry question later, if you like.” Steve sat up slightly, and reached out to stroke Danny’s thigh. “We’re salty, the water is salty; it’s about balance.”
“You done anal before?” Danny asked, setting his hand over Steve’s hand, preventing him reaching higher.
Flushing, and not just with the heat of the water, Steve shook his head again.
“Can we not just, you know,” Steve began.
“No, Babe.” It was always surprising how little Steve seemed to know about the intricacies of sex. He had just got by on his good looks and the missionary position. It didn’t really match the picture in Danny’s head. But if Steve was more gay than bisexual, and deep in the Navy closet, he probably hadn’t been that engaged in hetero-sex other than getting off.
“What are you thinking?” Steve said frustrated.
“Lots of stuff,” Danny said offhandedly, letting go of Steve’s hand. “Okay, lube, lots of lube, you can’t not use too little lube.”
“Lots of lube?” Steve went cross-eyed as he traversed that sentence.
“Yes.” Danny slowly twisted off the cap. The gel was satisfyingly gloopy on his fingers and contact sticky without being sticky. “Lots of stretching. Lots of lube. Slow and steady.”
“Lots of stretching. Lots of lube. Blow? Slow! Slow and steady,” Steve repeated -- good soldier boy that he was.
“Yep,” Danny confirmed and nodded.
“Stretching,” Steve internalised that instruction.
“Gotta do the stretching out of the water. I don’t want a lot of water up my butt. ‘Kay?
“‘Kay.”
“Steve? It’s kind of important.” Fundamentally, it was difficult. Danny knew that Steve negotiated the spoken word with a fillip of lip reading, following the cadence of the lower sounds, surfing the higher frequencies, and guesswork in an uncertain world where people weren’t always that accommodating.
“I have to make you relax,” Steve said obediently. “I’ve got to make sure that you’re ready.”
“It can be fun, you know.” Danny gave a little shimmy. “It’s all part of the experience.”
Steve watched him move, entranced. It was kind of flattering.
“Jesus, Babe. Focus.” Danny shook his head. “When we’re ready, I’m gonna sit on your lap.”
Steve’s irises dilated, wide. The head of his cock bobbed out of the water, slapping against his firm abs.
Danny leaned over him and kissed hard. He pulled immediately back before Steve could nip at his lips.
“You say stop if you want to stop. Okay, Steve?” Danny said sharply.
“Safeword, really, Danny?” Steve cocked an eyebrow.
“You’re not going to stop, if I ask you to stop?” Danny asked, very pointedly.
“Of course, I’ll stop.” Steve sat up straight on the padded bench. He shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry, Danno.”
“None of that. Danno’s off the table when we’re hanky pankying.”
“Hanky pankying?” Steve checked.
“Hanky panky. What we’re up to -- about to get up to -- must be a British term. Maybe not? I musta got it from Rachel. No, no, my Nana says hanky panky. But less on that topic! No Rachel in the bedroom. No mention of Nana.”
“No Danno. No hanky pankying. No Rachel in the bedroom. No Nana -- check,” Steve said, adorably confused.
“Oh, we’re hanky pankying.” Danny kissed again. He knelt on the padded bench, knees either side of Steve’s narrow hips. Oh, someone had put some thought into the design of Steve’s Star Trek shower. Danny doubted that this use was on the specifications. He pushed the gel into Steve’s hand.
“Am I?” Steve gestured with the tube, sliding it between the ring of his thumb and forefinger.
“God, the romance is dead. You don’t just stick it up there!”
“I know that. I’ve watched porn!” Steve put the tube down on the side of the bath.
“Really?” Danny was frankly distrustful of that statement. “At any rate, I’m not a porn star. I haven’t done this for years. Well, toys, occasionally. They’re fun. Okay? Slow. Steady.”
Steve leaned forwards and kissed the flesh above Danny’s bellybutton. Humming, he cupped Danny’s butt in his hands and squeezed. The sound went right through Danny’s nerves in the best possible way. Bending over, Danny kissed the top of Steve’s head.
“A bit of foreplay, eh?” Danny offered.
Steve pulled back. “Talk. Talk. Talk. What about the condom? You said that we had to do this with a condom.”
Danny raised an eyebrow.
“We do, don’t we,” Steve said.
“Good boy.” Danny fanned his fingers, condom wrapper in hand. He set it on the side of the Jacuzzi.
“You know they don’t work in water, and silicone?”
“You’re not going to get me pregnant, Babe.” Danny kissed Steve’s forehead.
“It’s about protection from infection. Reducing the chance of infection.”
Steve sulked at him; hating the reminder. They were going to kill the mood any second.
“I know more about the effects of silicone on rubber than you,” Science-Steve said.
“I don’t think that they’re rubber anymore, Babe.”
Steve chortled.
“If we manage to do this it will be amazing.” Steve squeezed Danny’s butt again.
“Failure can be fun.”
“I don’t know the meaning of the word.” Steve grabbed the lube.
Danny laughed.
Steve slithered off the bench seat under Danny to sit on the bottom of the bath. The water was almost at his chin. He mouthed at Danny’s balls. Danny enjoyed the sensation. A gloopy finger pushed tentatively at Danny’s ass missing his target by a mile. The lube was icy cold against his skin.
“Go on, Babe.” Danny encouraged. Wiggling, just a little. He remembered this, it could be amazing.
Concentrating really hard, Steve wasn’t playing with Danny’s balls anymore. He was delving in with Naval Intelligence Officer focus. Danny shook his head in amusement. Belatedly, Danny remembered that thankfully Steve had recently pared his fingernails. Slickly smooth, Steve’s cool fingers trailed over Danny’s hairy butt.
“Romance is dead,” Danny observed.
“What?” Steve mumbled, which was rather interesting against Danny’s balls. He, hesitantly, found his target, pushing very slightly.
“Failure is not an option,” Danny intoned and giggled.
Steve stuck a finger up Danny’s ass.
“Mission accomplished,” Steve chortled.
“Doof—Oh.” Wide eyed, Danny bent into the breaching fingers. Closing his eyes, he worked to relax. He breathed low and hard, matching Steve’s focused breathing. He felt the relaxation, that internal switch where he gave in to Steve’s efforts.
“More lube.” Danny instructed, pushing back on Steve’s fingers.
Steve obeyed. There was going to be squidging, but the fun sort of squidgy. His fingers slipped in easily the second time.
“Is that the--?” Steve cocked his head to the side, the edge of the bandage covering his temple going into the water, and fingered. Little flashbulbs sent electric currents up Danny’s spine.
“Get me off, Babe,” Danny said. “Make me more relaxed.”
Steve glanced up at him, peering around Danny’s cock, questioningly. Danny wished that he had his camera.
“Get me off, Steve.” He rocked his hips.
Steve wriggled up a little mouthing at the base of Danny’s cock, humming under his breath. His fingers probed. Danny was really, really happy that Steve could multi-task. He leaned into Steve’s touch, pushing down, hands clutching at the edge of the bath. Fun was building. Steve’s arm hooked around his thighs, holding him steady. In a perfect world, Steve would have been sucking his cock.
That was an amazing image.
Steve hit that spot that made Danny’s eyes roll back in his head and shoot cum over the top of Steve and splatter against the glass wall. Breathing hard, Danny rode the pulses, enjoying every long second of pleasure. He sagged down, bracing himself against the bath. Steve’s fingers were still up his ass.
“Oh, geez, I needed that.” He felt like jelly.
Steve kissed his inner thigh, soothingly.
His body begged him to sink into the water and loll, but, well, there was more fun to be had. Danny scrabbled for the condom wrapper, missing grabbing it the first time. As he shifted, Steve’s slipped his fingers free.
“My turn?” he said eagerly.
“Yes, Babe. Or more accurately, our turn. Up. Up. Up.”
Steve got back up onto the bench. Hand under the water, Danny jacked off Steve’s cock. Steve had a nice long cock, not too thick and heavy, with a little curve to the left when hard. Danny drew his fingernail along a thick, twisting vein. Steve said something, but it wasn’t in English.
“Come on, Babe, up.” Danny tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. “We can’t put this on underwater.”
“Do we really need it?”
“This is non-negotiable.”
Acting as if it was a major imposition, Steve arched his back. His cock breeched the water and the idiot laughed at the sight.
“You’re such a child.” Pinching the tip of the condom, Danny rolled the rubber down Steve’s length, snapping it near his balls. Steve shivered.
“Please.” He scooped a hand around Danny’s neck and pulled him in for a needy, sloppy kiss.
Danny sucked lusciously on Steve’s bottom lip. Catching it between his teeth, Danny drew back slightly, and released.
“You wanna have fun, Babe?” Danny delved back in to nuzzle his jaw. He straddled Steve’s narrow hips. Squeezing, he forced Steve firmly back onto the bench. A line of heat pushed between Danny’s ass cheeks as he rocked back. This was going to take some mechanics. Steve’s pupils were blown.
Shifting up a fraction, Danny reached behind, fumbling around for Steve’s cock. He caught it, and guided it into position, just at entry. Steve was frozen. The sensation of water was strange -- some was going up his nicely relaxed ass.
“Come on, Steve,” Danny cajoled. “It takes two to tango.”
Steve gripped Danny’s ass, squeezing the cheeks, and then pulling them slightly apart. Danny sat back, and let out a low, searing breath at the first breach. Steve squished his butt as Danny eased down. Steve’s hips jerked involuntarily, and -- oh boy -- Danny liked that.
“Again.” Danny ordered, and rode the wave down another inch of Steve’s length, and then again until he sat in the cradle of Steve’s bony hips.
“Holy Cow,” Steve gasped. “I’m in. I’m all the way in.”
He snapped his hips, lifting Danny in the water.
“Fucking hell.” Danny’s head fell back, lightning arching up his spine.
“Shit. Shit. Ohhhh,” was Steve’s litany as he jerked, pushing staccato into Danny. His hands ran up and down Danny’s ribs. “I love you. I love you.”
Impressively, Danny felt his cock rising to the occasion a second time. There was a half-mast sort of thing, but he was enjoying the ride.
Steve was gone.
His focus was on getting off. Constrained under Danny’s weight, he was jerking with every beat of his rapid heart. Danny rode the waves. Eyes rolled back, Steve’s hips stuttered, snapping. He froze, and then sighed.
Steve flopped backwards like a jellyfish.
Breathing hard, Danny bent into the aftershocks. Steve slumped under him. If Danny moved, he would probably eel off the bench and drown. What a way to go. Danny leaned forwards to kiss Steve’s slack mouth.
“Hey, Babe. I love you, too.”
“That was amazing.” Steve blinked stupidly. “That’s my new favourite thing.”
“Next time,” Danny decided, “we’ll get off together.”
“Kay,” Steve said. He wasn’t really listening.
Reaching behind, Danny kept a hold of the base of Steve’s cock, making sure that the condom remained in position as he pulled free.
Steve contributed nothing to the clean-up.
“Banana.” Danny kissed his temple, as he set the knotted condom on the side of the bath.
“Kay.”
Danny snugged in next to him, tangling their legs together in the gently bubbling water. They had forgotten to switch off the pump. Never mind, Danny thought, it wasn’t like Steve couldn’t afford a new shower.
~*~
Tbc
Word count: ~3, 200
Warning: skip nothing springs to mind
Advisory: potty mouth; IT’S A WIP.
Disclaimer: writing for fun not for profit.
Comments: British English spelling
Spoilers: none, it’s an AU.
Betas: Springwoof, hugs and kisses and squishes
Last time on The Co-operative:
Undeniably, everything that had happened had been a fiasco, but Danny began to find détente;
Good food, and family -- the ‘ohana's answer to everything;
Danno’s Monkey visited, and
There was more hugging.
The first part is here,
The Co-operative.
By Sealie
Danny didn’t even have to think about wending his way up to Steve’s eyrie of an apartment. The route hardly even registered now. The door was unlocked. His way was a pockmarked path of moonlight and shadow cast by the partly boarded up windows.
The loft was quiet. He didn’t call out as he made his way up the staircase. A shaft of light from the bathroom door on the second level indicated Steve’s whereabouts.
Danny couldn’t hear the shower. He mooched around Steve’s draughtsman table, checking out his improbable lighthouse drawings in the pale moonlight. There weren’t any new sketches, but given the last few weeks’ entertainments, Danny wasn’t surprised. But one open pad showed a detailed drawing of the floor of the Hall. Danny drew his fingertip over the smooth paper, avoiding the precise pencil lines. He didn’t know if Steve had drawn the mesmerising floor or the kid, but the interlocking shapes were mathematical in their precision.
Danny glanced back to the bathroom door. If Steve was on the toilet, it was taking him a long time.
Danny wasn’t shy, and visions of an exhausted Steve slumped on the floor set him quickly over the room. Even knowing that it wasn’t the most effective way of communicating, he rapped on the door with his knuckles.
“Steve, you okay?”
Unsurprisingly, there was no answer, Danny cracked open the door, so he could check out the toilet. It was unoccupied. He peered around the corner. The windows of Steve’s grandiose shower cubicle were steamed up and there was a bubbling sound.
“Huh. Bath time,” Danny said trotting over.
He drummed his fingers on the glass. They hadn’t had a bath, but the first time that he had seen Steve’s enormous, multi-headed steam shower unit it had occurred to him that they could have a lot of fun in the shower.
The door squeaked as Steve pushed open the sliding panel. He lazed in the bath portion of the shower basin, rocking slightly as the gentle pulse of jets of water from the Jacuzzi moved him. Steam billowed out the door.
“Very nice,” Danny said.
“There’s plenty of room.” Steve shifted over, and regarded Danny neutrally.
“What’s that face? I haven’t seen that one.” Danny skinned out of his shorts and underpants in one motion. A smile flickered over Steve’s face at Danny’s disrobing. So he was still a little uncertain of his place in Danny’s thoughts. Actions clearly spoke to Steve louder than words -- but Danny knew that already. Danny wiggled out of his t-shirt a lot less smoothly than his shorts, getting his arm free without jostling.
Steve shifted over a little more, clearing a better space on the submerged scooped sitting area. He didn’t really need to move since the padded bench was wide.
The water was warm and perfect. Danny could feel his hair curling in the humidity. He eased into the warm, borderline too hot, water with a happy sigh.
“Why haven’t we done this before?” Danny settled next to Steve, easing his wounded arm over Steve’s shoulders, and keeping his bandage out of the water.
“I’m not really a bath person,” Steve said, shuffling down a fraction under Danny’s arm. “I enjoy them when I want one. But…?”
Uncertainty really didn’t sit easily on Steve.
“I guess when your muscles are hurting, it’s a good place to be?” Water therapy probably played a role in Steve’s early recovery, and sitting in a bath when you wanted to swim in the ocean probably galled.
“Yes.”
“We are totally going to be doing this again with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries,” Danny decided.
“What?”
“We need--” Danny shifted around so Steve could see his face, “--champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.”
“The chocolate would melt,” Steve said with total practicality and zero romance.
“Silicone lube,” Danny added to his shopping list.
“Why do we want--?” Steve shifted back slightly, wincing. His jaw dropped as he made connections. “Oh.”
Danny snorted, and kissed his doofus’ nose.
“Seriously, did you never romance your girlfriends?” Danny emphasised the never.
Steve considered the question.
“No,” was his honest and frank answer. “Well, a barbeque on the beach with a good red wine is romantic, isn’t it?”
“The fact that you’re asking tells me everything that I need to know.” Danny leaned in and kissed again with a little more feeling. Steve’s lips parted, and he sucked on Danny’s tongue. Cautiously, Steve’s large hand smoothed over Danny’s tummy, edging lower, fingers dragging over damp, hairy skin. Danny bent into the touch. Need thrummed in Danny’s groin. His cock rose. Fuck it -- he wanted a connection. Danny pulled back from kissing Steve. He wanted sex. “We really need some lube.”
“Lube?” Steve over-stressed the word, checking out its structure.
“Yeah, something that we can use in water. Looooobe.”
“It would get into the Jacuzzi mechanism,” said Mr. Practicality.
“We can switch off the pumps.” Danny flicked off an imaginary switch.
“Oh.” Steve contemplated that solution. His nose scrunched as he thought hard. “We’ve got my silicone scar gel?”
“Hmmm.” Danny chewed over that suggestion. He didn’t know if silicone scar gel was the same as silicone lube, but they probably weren’t that different? He untangled from Steve’s questing hands, and stood, water sheeting off his body. “How sore are you?”
“What?” Steve’s confusion was cute, especially when distracted by Danny’s show.
“We’re not doing this--” Danny gestured at his bobbing cock, “--if you’re too sore.”
“I’m not sore,” Steve said very quickly.
“Really?”
“I’m relaxed.” Steve slid down into the water and stretched lithely. The movement did nothing to hide the array of bruising along his ribs, but he did indeed move without any apparent difficulty. Combination of painkillers and warm, blood-hot water, Danny judged.
Without another word, Danny slid open the door and got out of the bath. He closed it behind him, wanting to keep that luxurious heat contained. Steve’s gel was on the vanity unit beside the sink. The ingredient list on the tube was short: four components. They were all multi-syllable chemical names. Nothing on the label indicated that the contents were for external use only, and given that it was to be used on damaged, healing tissue, Danny guessed that it could work.
He contemplated the toilet, but thanks to the four strong cups of coffee that he had had at lunch time, he didn’t need to go anytime soon. He rooted through the drawers for his boy scout’s tools of the trade. Steve was always prepared. He found what he was looking for in the bottom of the second drawer.
Danny shivered in anticipation.
He slipped back into the bath, closing the door firmly. Steve hadn’t moved an inch.
“Okay, Mr. Practicality, a bit of information before we start playing. You got your ears in?” Danny didn’t think so.
Steve shook his head. Danny knelt on the non-slip mat submerged in the bottom of the bath, facing Steve so that he had all his considerable attention.
“You put any oils or anything in the water?”
“Oil? In the water?”
“Yeah.”
“No, it fucks up the jet pumps,” Steve said, providing much more information than necessary. “Okay. I added a couple of tablespoons of mineral salt.”
“Salt? Why salt?”
“Really? You’re asking me now? It makes the water… osmotically less harsh on the skin.”
“Osmotically, what’s that?” Danny questioned.
“I’ll answer your chemistry question later, if you like.” Steve sat up slightly, and reached out to stroke Danny’s thigh. “We’re salty, the water is salty; it’s about balance.”
“You done anal before?” Danny asked, setting his hand over Steve’s hand, preventing him reaching higher.
Flushing, and not just with the heat of the water, Steve shook his head again.
“Can we not just, you know,” Steve began.
“No, Babe.” It was always surprising how little Steve seemed to know about the intricacies of sex. He had just got by on his good looks and the missionary position. It didn’t really match the picture in Danny’s head. But if Steve was more gay than bisexual, and deep in the Navy closet, he probably hadn’t been that engaged in hetero-sex other than getting off.
“What are you thinking?” Steve said frustrated.
“Lots of stuff,” Danny said offhandedly, letting go of Steve’s hand. “Okay, lube, lots of lube, you can’t not use too little lube.”
“Lots of lube?” Steve went cross-eyed as he traversed that sentence.
“Yes.” Danny slowly twisted off the cap. The gel was satisfyingly gloopy on his fingers and contact sticky without being sticky. “Lots of stretching. Lots of lube. Slow and steady.”
“Lots of stretching. Lots of lube. Blow? Slow! Slow and steady,” Steve repeated -- good soldier boy that he was.
“Yep,” Danny confirmed and nodded.
“Stretching,” Steve internalised that instruction.
“Gotta do the stretching out of the water. I don’t want a lot of water up my butt. ‘Kay?
“‘Kay.”
“Steve? It’s kind of important.” Fundamentally, it was difficult. Danny knew that Steve negotiated the spoken word with a fillip of lip reading, following the cadence of the lower sounds, surfing the higher frequencies, and guesswork in an uncertain world where people weren’t always that accommodating.
“I have to make you relax,” Steve said obediently. “I’ve got to make sure that you’re ready.”
“It can be fun, you know.” Danny gave a little shimmy. “It’s all part of the experience.”
Steve watched him move, entranced. It was kind of flattering.
“Jesus, Babe. Focus.” Danny shook his head. “When we’re ready, I’m gonna sit on your lap.”
Steve’s irises dilated, wide. The head of his cock bobbed out of the water, slapping against his firm abs.
Danny leaned over him and kissed hard. He pulled immediately back before Steve could nip at his lips.
“You say stop if you want to stop. Okay, Steve?” Danny said sharply.
“Safeword, really, Danny?” Steve cocked an eyebrow.
“You’re not going to stop, if I ask you to stop?” Danny asked, very pointedly.
“Of course, I’ll stop.” Steve sat up straight on the padded bench. He shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry, Danno.”
“None of that. Danno’s off the table when we’re hanky pankying.”
“Hanky pankying?” Steve checked.
“Hanky panky. What we’re up to -- about to get up to -- must be a British term. Maybe not? I musta got it from Rachel. No, no, my Nana says hanky panky. But less on that topic! No Rachel in the bedroom. No mention of Nana.”
“No Danno. No hanky pankying. No Rachel in the bedroom. No Nana -- check,” Steve said, adorably confused.
“Oh, we’re hanky pankying.” Danny kissed again. He knelt on the padded bench, knees either side of Steve’s narrow hips. Oh, someone had put some thought into the design of Steve’s Star Trek shower. Danny doubted that this use was on the specifications. He pushed the gel into Steve’s hand.
“Am I?” Steve gestured with the tube, sliding it between the ring of his thumb and forefinger.
“God, the romance is dead. You don’t just stick it up there!”
“I know that. I’ve watched porn!” Steve put the tube down on the side of the bath.
“Really?” Danny was frankly distrustful of that statement. “At any rate, I’m not a porn star. I haven’t done this for years. Well, toys, occasionally. They’re fun. Okay? Slow. Steady.”
Steve leaned forwards and kissed the flesh above Danny’s bellybutton. Humming, he cupped Danny’s butt in his hands and squeezed. The sound went right through Danny’s nerves in the best possible way. Bending over, Danny kissed the top of Steve’s head.
“A bit of foreplay, eh?” Danny offered.
Steve pulled back. “Talk. Talk. Talk. What about the condom? You said that we had to do this with a condom.”
Danny raised an eyebrow.
“We do, don’t we,” Steve said.
“Good boy.” Danny fanned his fingers, condom wrapper in hand. He set it on the side of the Jacuzzi.
“You know they don’t work in water, and silicone?”
“You’re not going to get me pregnant, Babe.” Danny kissed Steve’s forehead.
“It’s about protection from infection. Reducing the chance of infection.”
Steve sulked at him; hating the reminder. They were going to kill the mood any second.
“I know more about the effects of silicone on rubber than you,” Science-Steve said.
“I don’t think that they’re rubber anymore, Babe.”
Steve chortled.
“If we manage to do this it will be amazing.” Steve squeezed Danny’s butt again.
“Failure can be fun.”
“I don’t know the meaning of the word.” Steve grabbed the lube.
Danny laughed.
Steve slithered off the bench seat under Danny to sit on the bottom of the bath. The water was almost at his chin. He mouthed at Danny’s balls. Danny enjoyed the sensation. A gloopy finger pushed tentatively at Danny’s ass missing his target by a mile. The lube was icy cold against his skin.
“Go on, Babe.” Danny encouraged. Wiggling, just a little. He remembered this, it could be amazing.
Concentrating really hard, Steve wasn’t playing with Danny’s balls anymore. He was delving in with Naval Intelligence Officer focus. Danny shook his head in amusement. Belatedly, Danny remembered that thankfully Steve had recently pared his fingernails. Slickly smooth, Steve’s cool fingers trailed over Danny’s hairy butt.
“Romance is dead,” Danny observed.
“What?” Steve mumbled, which was rather interesting against Danny’s balls. He, hesitantly, found his target, pushing very slightly.
“Failure is not an option,” Danny intoned and giggled.
Steve stuck a finger up Danny’s ass.
“Mission accomplished,” Steve chortled.
“Doof—Oh.” Wide eyed, Danny bent into the breaching fingers. Closing his eyes, he worked to relax. He breathed low and hard, matching Steve’s focused breathing. He felt the relaxation, that internal switch where he gave in to Steve’s efforts.
“More lube.” Danny instructed, pushing back on Steve’s fingers.
Steve obeyed. There was going to be squidging, but the fun sort of squidgy. His fingers slipped in easily the second time.
“Is that the--?” Steve cocked his head to the side, the edge of the bandage covering his temple going into the water, and fingered. Little flashbulbs sent electric currents up Danny’s spine.
“Get me off, Babe,” Danny said. “Make me more relaxed.”
Steve glanced up at him, peering around Danny’s cock, questioningly. Danny wished that he had his camera.
“Get me off, Steve.” He rocked his hips.
Steve wriggled up a little mouthing at the base of Danny’s cock, humming under his breath. His fingers probed. Danny was really, really happy that Steve could multi-task. He leaned into Steve’s touch, pushing down, hands clutching at the edge of the bath. Fun was building. Steve’s arm hooked around his thighs, holding him steady. In a perfect world, Steve would have been sucking his cock.
That was an amazing image.
Steve hit that spot that made Danny’s eyes roll back in his head and shoot cum over the top of Steve and splatter against the glass wall. Breathing hard, Danny rode the pulses, enjoying every long second of pleasure. He sagged down, bracing himself against the bath. Steve’s fingers were still up his ass.
“Oh, geez, I needed that.” He felt like jelly.
Steve kissed his inner thigh, soothingly.
His body begged him to sink into the water and loll, but, well, there was more fun to be had. Danny scrabbled for the condom wrapper, missing grabbing it the first time. As he shifted, Steve’s slipped his fingers free.
“My turn?” he said eagerly.
“Yes, Babe. Or more accurately, our turn. Up. Up. Up.”
Steve got back up onto the bench. Hand under the water, Danny jacked off Steve’s cock. Steve had a nice long cock, not too thick and heavy, with a little curve to the left when hard. Danny drew his fingernail along a thick, twisting vein. Steve said something, but it wasn’t in English.
“Come on, Babe, up.” Danny tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. “We can’t put this on underwater.”
“Do we really need it?”
“This is non-negotiable.”
Acting as if it was a major imposition, Steve arched his back. His cock breeched the water and the idiot laughed at the sight.
“You’re such a child.” Pinching the tip of the condom, Danny rolled the rubber down Steve’s length, snapping it near his balls. Steve shivered.
“Please.” He scooped a hand around Danny’s neck and pulled him in for a needy, sloppy kiss.
Danny sucked lusciously on Steve’s bottom lip. Catching it between his teeth, Danny drew back slightly, and released.
“You wanna have fun, Babe?” Danny delved back in to nuzzle his jaw. He straddled Steve’s narrow hips. Squeezing, he forced Steve firmly back onto the bench. A line of heat pushed between Danny’s ass cheeks as he rocked back. This was going to take some mechanics. Steve’s pupils were blown.
Shifting up a fraction, Danny reached behind, fumbling around for Steve’s cock. He caught it, and guided it into position, just at entry. Steve was frozen. The sensation of water was strange -- some was going up his nicely relaxed ass.
“Come on, Steve,” Danny cajoled. “It takes two to tango.”
Steve gripped Danny’s ass, squeezing the cheeks, and then pulling them slightly apart. Danny sat back, and let out a low, searing breath at the first breach. Steve squished his butt as Danny eased down. Steve’s hips jerked involuntarily, and -- oh boy -- Danny liked that.
“Again.” Danny ordered, and rode the wave down another inch of Steve’s length, and then again until he sat in the cradle of Steve’s bony hips.
“Holy Cow,” Steve gasped. “I’m in. I’m all the way in.”
He snapped his hips, lifting Danny in the water.
“Fucking hell.” Danny’s head fell back, lightning arching up his spine.
“Shit. Shit. Ohhhh,” was Steve’s litany as he jerked, pushing staccato into Danny. His hands ran up and down Danny’s ribs. “I love you. I love you.”
Impressively, Danny felt his cock rising to the occasion a second time. There was a half-mast sort of thing, but he was enjoying the ride.
Steve was gone.
His focus was on getting off. Constrained under Danny’s weight, he was jerking with every beat of his rapid heart. Danny rode the waves. Eyes rolled back, Steve’s hips stuttered, snapping. He froze, and then sighed.
Steve flopped backwards like a jellyfish.
Breathing hard, Danny bent into the aftershocks. Steve slumped under him. If Danny moved, he would probably eel off the bench and drown. What a way to go. Danny leaned forwards to kiss Steve’s slack mouth.
“Hey, Babe. I love you, too.”
“That was amazing.” Steve blinked stupidly. “That’s my new favourite thing.”
“Next time,” Danny decided, “we’ll get off together.”
“Kay,” Steve said. He wasn’t really listening.
Reaching behind, Danny kept a hold of the base of Steve’s cock, making sure that the condom remained in position as he pulled free.
Steve contributed nothing to the clean-up.
“Banana.” Danny kissed his temple, as he set the knotted condom on the side of the bath.
“Kay.”
Danny snugged in next to him, tangling their legs together in the gently bubbling water. They had forgotten to switch off the pump. Never mind, Danny thought, it wasn’t like Steve couldn’t afford a new shower.
~*~
Tbc
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Date: 2015-05-30 08:39 am (UTC)And then tangled legs at the end - so sweet. It's going to take a lot of effort on Danny's part to get sleepy Steve, fresh from a hot bath and great sex, up the stairs and into bed. :)
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