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Chapter 1
He was trying to concentrate on the latest case they were being briefed on. He shook his head, trying to clear it and looked up slowly, a pained expression on his face, intent on Steve’s profile. Steve, sensing Danny’s gaze, turned to find his partner staring at him in utter confusion. “How’re you doing this? How? I’m…Oh god…I don’t understand.” Danny’s face had gone red and he was breathing erratically. He doubled over and rested a hand just above his knee. His focus was no longer on Steve as he went for the knot of his tie, almost hyperventilating now.
“Danno, what the fuck?!!” Steve was alarmed, not understanding what had brought this on or what Danny was talking about. He took a step towards his partner. “Stay away from me, please”, Danny pleaded, staggering backwards. As his boss reached for him, he tripped backwards and fell flat on his ass.
Steve was confused and becoming annoyed. He lunged, grabbed his partner by the forearm and in a swift movement, hauled him up in a fireman’s carry. Danny made a surprised sound and began to struggle. “Stay fucking still!” By now Steve had had about enough and smacked his friend hard across the backside. Danny let out a strangled yelp and gripped the back of Steve’s t-shirt. He tried to calm himself, but now he had an added problem.
He was hard!
Oh of course.
So, apparently his subconscious was sending messages to his dick that completely bypassed rational thought.
Danny shifted uncomfortably, sure that Steve had noticed what was happening below his belt. They were moving toward Steve’s office and when they got there he was dropped on the couch.
“Danny, what the hell? Do you need time off? You weren’t making any sense back there. What’s going on with you? Am I working you too hard?” Danny felt like he was losing his mind because that last part there gave him a mental image that got him even harder. He leaned forward and kept his hands in front of him to at least try and hide the bulge in his pants.
He desperately tried to get his arousal under control. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where to start with this and I don’t know what’s happening to me. You’ll think I’m losing it anyway. I …um…I can’t talk about it just yet okay? I haven’t figured it out myself. Once I have it worked out, you’ll be the first person I talk to. I could use a day to myself though.” He finally managed to look directly at his partner. “I thought you were going to hit me before.”
“Danno, you haven’t been yourself lately and seeing you like that today made me angry because you aren’t really talking to me. The thought crossed my mind, you know…hitting you, just to snap you out of it. I guess I had two choices, kiss you or hit you!”
Danny looked up sharply at those last words and seeing amusement in Steve’s eyes. Satisfied that his partner didn’t seem to know anything, he went back to trying to get his traitorous body to behave. Steve moved across the room and sat down next to his partner. Too close, since they were pretty much plastered up against each other from knee to shoulder. ‘Does this stupid SEAL have no clue?’
Steve was looking at him with a fond expression and bumped him with his shoulder. “You going to be okay? We’re partners and you can tell me anything. I’m really worried about you. For a while there you weren’t making any sense. I need you fully functional. I’m the crazy one, remember?”
For a mad moment Danny considered telling his partner, but he talked himself down from that particular ledge since he wanted to work through his own feelings first. He’d take the time out and then do something.
Now, if the vivid sex dreams would just stop.
Too much to ask for. Danny woke up at nearly four in the morning in a sweat and after patting at his groin, realized he’d made a mess of his sleep pants…again. He sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face and sighed tiredly. “Oh man.” He swung his legs over the side of his bed, leaned forward and rested his face in his hands. The sticky wet patch was becoming uncomfortable so he got up to get in the shower. Big mistake. Once he was in the shower, parts of the dream came back to him. Steve shoving him down hard, pushing into him roughly enough for it to be really painful and fucking him until he screamed.
Danny was confused because he wasn’t gay. That was the issue here, wasn’t it? He was gay for his partner, though. One thing was certain, if he didn’t tell Steve, the dreams would make him crazy and a crazy Danny is a liability on the job. It was affecting his performance enough to be a little dangerous. That’s it then. He’d tell Steve and just deal with the fallout. Good or bad.