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“So have you been out in the sun too long babe? Maybe hit your big fat cabasa on some incredibly unforgiving object?”
Keeping his eye out for a parking spot as he pulls into Ala Moana Center, Steve says, “I’m sorry, is that a question?
“Yeah it’s a question. What the hell is up?”
“Nothing’s up D. You and I just need to do a little shopping.”
“Shopping? You? Whoa, hold on. I know for a fact how much you detest shopping.”
“That is true, D. but it just so happens that under very special circumstances I’m able to overcome my dislikes.”
“So exactly what is it you’re shopping for?”
“Your Christmas present.”
“My present? Correct me if I’m wrong but wouldn’t it be a little more of a surprise if yours truly wasn’t along for the ride?”
“Good point but surprise isn’t my top priority. “
“And what is your top priority?”
“Fit.”
“What the hell are you talking about Steve?”
“Just get out of the car and come with me."
“Fit?” Danny asks again hurrying to catch up as they head into the mall.
“Yep. There’s something I want to give you and I want it to fit perfectly. I figure there’s only one way to make that happen.”
They’re passing stores and throngs of shoppers and for the life of him Danny can’t imagine what Steve has in mind. “And just what is this something you want to give me?”
“You’ll see. Come on, let's go in here.”
Danny looks up before he follows Steve inside one of the stores. “Kahala? What the hell do they sell in here?”
“They sell board shorts here Danny, among other things.”
“You mean swim trunks?”
“No I mean board shorts. Come on, let’s head over here.”
Clearly the man has done his recon based on the way he deftly steers Danny past displays and racks to get him to the back of the store. Before Danny can get a word in, a tall, tanned, somewhere in his thirties dude comes up and gives Steve the weird surfer’s handshake that Danny thinks is flat out stupid. As much as their antics look like gang moves he can’t help but stare at the two of them. It’s like he’s got a pair of Hawaii’s top models in front of him. Steve is …well Steve is Steve. And the guy flashing a brilliant white smile at him? Not only is he totally ripped under his snug fitting t shirt; he's got looks that could easily grace a GQ cover.
Hey buddy”, Steve is saying to his friend. “How goes it?”
“It goes good man. I got everything ready, just like we talked about.”
“Great,” Steve says and then turns to Danny, “D, this is my pal, Mike Roberts-nobody shreds the Banzai Pipeline like he does.”
“I’m impressed,” Danny lies. “Hello Mike.”
Thankfully when the guy returns his greeting it's sans the stupid handshake. "So right this way,” he says nodding toward the fitting rooms. They follow him. Danny trying not to look as apprehensive as he feels and Steve smiling a smug, expectant smile.
“Here you go,” Mike says opening the door to a fitting room.
Danny’s surprised by how spacious the room is. There’s a wooden bench on one wall, a mirror on the other and a collection of board shorts hanging from a polished brass bar. Instead of the usual unforgiving light that fitting rooms are known for there’s a warm golden glow coming from two wall fixtures. Danny notices something under the bench and leans down for a better look. What the hell? There's a small bucket under the bench. The thing is filled with ice and a couple of Longboards. Before he can ask him what's going on, Steve speaks up. "Hey man- I owe you,” he says to Mike.
"Pleasure's all mine."
“What the hell is this? “ Danny blurts out
The built, buff sales clerk just grins at him so Danny locks eyes with Steve and asks incredulously, “Just what is it you have in mind?”
“I told you. I want to get you some board shorts I picked out a few that I really like but I want you to try them on and be sure they fit.”
“And the beer?”
“Yeah well I’m guessing you’re like me and hate trying stuff on so I wanted to make it a little more enjoyable. My buddy here was happy to help out.”
“Hell yeah,” Mike says. “Seeing as I’m filling in for the manager today it’s no problem as long as you keep things quiet back here. Look, I gotta get out front . You take all the time you want-just give a shout if you need anything. “
“Appreciate it man,” Steve says, patting his friend on the back and then closing the door and locking it behind him. When he turns back to Danny there’s a hard to read look on his face. He asks, “You ready?”
“Am I ready? Am I ready for what?”
He’s across the dressing room and in front of Danny in a nanosecond. “For a little holiday fun,” he says with a voice that’s suggests so much more than anything that should take place in a fitting room. Even during the holidays.
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Just for the record Danny feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s been on the island and partners with Steve for a little over six months and every day the place feels more and more like some kind of sexual Cuckoo-ville. Why? Because his partner, a former NAVY SEAL with an alleged girlfriend takes immense pleasure in stripping off his shirt in front of Danny any chance he gets. Not only that, he's also very fond of patting Danny on the ass and loading their conversations with all kinds of sexual innuendo. A SEAL for God’s sake. And then there’s the fact that Danny has an ex wife and a daughter and except for a little experimentation back in college has marched down a purely hetero path. He’s still on that path- for all outward appearances at least. That’s were the Cuckoo-ville part really comes in. All of Steve’s bare chested teasing and hinting and touching is doing a major number on his head. It makes no sense. Neither of them are the least bit into doing guys and yet…Danny glances down at the bulge behind his zipper. Shit. Welcome to Cuckoo-ville.
“So how about a cold one-here you go D.”
“Huh?”
“A cold one as in one of these. You look like you could use it.” As Steve hands him the beer he asks, “Everything ok?”
His brain reboots to the present and he takes the beer. Sure , fine, anything to take the edge off. After a long grateful swallow he attempts to answer the question. “Everything’s just peachy. Hell What’s to complain about-here I am, a police detective having a beer with my partner in a fitting room before I strip down and start giving said partner a fashion show featuring the latest in island swimwear. Nothing unsettling about that scenario –no sirree.” He takes a second ,much longer swig.
His little soliloquy is clearly very amusing. Steve grins from ear to ear. “You’re not nervous are you D?”
“Like I shouldn’t be? This here is cuckoo.”
“Oh come on. This will be fun.” As he says it, Steve’s eyes travel down to Danny’s zipper. After an appreciative stare he looks back up at Danny. “It looks like a part of you might be thinking the same thing?”
Where the hell is this going? Not only did Steve just say what he said- there's an obvious bulge behind his zipper too. The only way to defuse the craziness is to back away from it-to pretend the sole reason the two of them are here in this ridiculous situation is to do exactly what Steve says-try on some swim trunks and pick out a pair. “I don’t know what the hell l’m thinking, let’s just get this over with." Danny downs the rest of his beer and hands the bottle to Steve, "Here, get rid of this while I decide which of these garish prints I find least offensive.”
While he looks over the shorts, Steve plops down on the bench across from him and takes a long sip of his own beer. “If you don’t like those patterns I can go pick out some other ones. Why don’t you just try one on so we can figure out what size you are?”
A slow pink flush starts to make its way up Danny’s neck as he thinks about what Steve just said. He was in a rush this morning and like he does when he’s rushing had foregone searching for clean boxers and just pulled his khakis on, grabbed his shoes and taken off.
Of all days to go commando.
“Fine so I guess I’ll try this one on,” he says pulling a pair of shorts out of the mix.
“That's a 30 –that's your pants size right?”
Distractedly, "Yeah, yeah." He has to at least try. "Look, I don't guess I could get you to wait outside-you know, give me a little privacy?"
"Oh come on Danny. It's just us guys-I'm pretty sure you don't have anything I haven't seen."
No surprise there. And to muddy the waters a little more, for sure Steve just flashed him a sexy as hell, let's get this party started look. It's like sitting in a roller coaster as it click, click, clicks its way up to the very top. Equal parts excitement and terror. "Fine," Danny says as he takes off his belt and unzips his pants. In two seconds he’s going to want to fall through the floor. After he kicks off his loafers he gives his khakis a swift downward tug and steps out of them. As he tugs off his socks he feels his junk slap against his inner thigh and catches a glimpse of his starting to get hard dick. His face has to be ten shades of red; it feels like he's been staring into a blast furnace. Just put the damn shorts on and act like it's no big deal.
Before he can do it Steve lets out an appreciative whistle, "Well look at you D. Now that's what I call a sight for sore eyes, not to mention a very nice surprise."
"Just shut up, would you."
"I'm complimenting you. Jesus. Not only are you incredibly well endowed; you're sporting my idea of the perfect underwear."
"Well thank you very much." That he's able to form a complete sentence is pretty much a miracle. He grabs the shorts; he needs to get the damn things on. Now. He holds them out, desperate to put them on, but, something's wrong. What's got them cinched so tight at the waist? There's no button or zipper; his hands shake as he looks for one.
"Here D," Steve says standing up. "Let me help you."
Before he knows it, the shorts are gone. He stands there, cupping a hand over his crotch as he watches his partner unlace a white cord that zig zags between two rows of eyelets on the front of the shorts. "It'd be nice," he says, surprised that he can even speak, much less sound a little peeved, "if they made those things like every other pair of trunks-you know with a button or snap or some other widely recognized closure device."
Steve chuckles when he hands the shorts back. "So sorry this closure device isn't to your liking. Here you go, just put these on."
He doesn't even attempt to pretend not to stare while he watches Danny step into the shorts.
Shit.
It takes time for Danny to pull the things on and get his junk packed into the nylon compartment meant to give it some, but not near enough support. He can feel Steve's eyes on him; can hear his breathing quickening. As soon as has the shorts on, Steve steps toward him. Barely a few inches separate them. "Here let me help you with that closure device."
This is when Danny honestly loses the ability to speak. His tall dark and handsome partner, the one who's been wrecking havoc with his dick all these months has his hands less than an inch away from said appendage. They're the amazing hands that dismantle explosives, crush tracheas, and take out all kinds of baddies and now only a thin layer of cotton is between them and Danny's dick. As Steve slowly tugs on the shorts' cord his long fingers brush over Danny's cock. He's got to be doing it on purpose the way his fingers keep making completely unnecessary contact. Danny's dick twitches eagerly, rutting inside the shorts until it's horizontal and just below where Steve is finishing tying up the shorts. "O....kay, that's good. Thank you," Danny mumbles, taking a step backwards and turning like he wants to look in the mirror.
"Whoa wait a minute, I wasn't finished."
Of course you're not.
Like it's the most natural thing in the world Steve sidles up behind him and reaches around to finish the knot he was tying. When he's done, he doesn't pull his arms back and step away. Instead, he steps closer, pressing up against Danny’s back and locking his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. Danny feels that hard sculpted chest behind him- feels something else hard too. Something poking into his backside. He looks into the mirror and locks eyes with his partner. “So tell me Steve-just what is it you’re … uh, doing?”
With an innocent look but a in a voice that’s gruff with arousal, “I’m checking these shorts out-you know-seeing how they fit you.”
“No, Steve. I mean it. You’ve been dancing around something for way too long. Look at me." Danny glances down at his tented shorts. “Look at you,” He shifts his hips to rub against Steve’s errection. “Determining if these shorts fit is the last thing on your mind right now and you know it.”
Steve’s scruff tickles Danny’s ear and he leans in and whispers, “And is that a problem?” They lock eyes in the mirror again and Danny answers, “Apparently not and don’t ask me why because I have no clue.”
“Good,” Steve growls. “So you wouldn’t mind if I helped you out of these?” His fingers are already starting to unlace Danny’s shorts.
"Other than the fact you j...ust got me into them- go for it,” Danny grits out.
As he undoes the shorts Steve undulates against Danny’s ass.
“So what made you think I-“
“Shhh, quiet D. Just look in the mirror. Just watch.”
He does as he’s told; it's like Steve's taken over control of him.
Oh God.
It’s like he’s watching some very high quality porn; he can’t take his eye off the muscular forearms snaking out around hips. He watches Steve’s hands work the shorts loose. When they’re completely untied and Steve tugs them down just far enough to let his hard cock spring free, he can’t help but moan out loud.
“Shhh, “ Steve warns. “Remember what Mike said.”
“I barely remember who the fuck Mike is. Look at me...look what you’ve done to me.”
An amused huff is Steve’s only response. Verbal that is. His expression goes intense; his skilled hands go into special ops mode- one skillfully stroking Danny’s cock with a thumb and forefinger while the other cups and squeezes his balls.
“Fuck!” Danny hisses, honestly weak in the knees and grateful to have Steve’s body propping him up. No surprise what Steve is doing has his poor dick rock hard and throbbing. “You….you’re uh….killing me,” he gasps.
“Then relax and play dead.” Steve tells him. “How about we get rid of these?”
It's not like Steve expects an answer. The board shorts are already being tugged down over his thighs and then past his knees . “Lift your foot,” Steve tells him when they reach his ankles. He complies which earns him a “Good and now the other one.” There’s clearly some kind of closed circuit between Steve’s voice and his dick . He watches in the mirror, incredulous at the way it eagerly bobs up at Steve’s praise.
Oh God. Look at me.
He’s totally naked, rock hard and so aroused it hurts.
Cuckoo-ville.
And he’s making crazy unintelligible sound in his throat while he presses back against Steve. "This...this is crazy," he stutters.
“I got you D. Just go with it.”
Steve's voice has some kind of hypnotic power. Danny closes his eyes –mentally giving himself permission to do as he's told. It’s not like he has any other choice. His cock, encased in Steve’s tight grip is dusky; a long silvery strand of precum hangs from its tip.
“Look at you D.” Steve whispers in his ear, “God you look amazing.”
He opens his eyes and what he sees takes him over the edge. Steve is watching him in the mirror. His eyes are narrowed, almost feral. “Come for me Danny,” he gruffs as he increases the pace of his strokes and cups Danny’s ball sack in his other hand. “Do it!” he hisses .
Danny goes rigid. A shocked throaty grunt slips between his lips . Back arched, he goes up on his toes. Eyes shut tight he gives in to an indescribable sensation that melts his spine and steals his breath.
“That a boy, Danny.”
He only half hears Steve. There’s an incredible rushing sound in his head. He bites his lip, fighting not to scream out loud. His orgasm feels that incredible.
Like it’s their hundredth and not first time Steve lightens his touch as soon as Danny starts to come down . With a feathery touch he strokes him, spreading his seed from the tip of his cock up and down his shaft. "Ohh....G....od," Danny shudders, all but collapsed against Steve.
"You like this?" Steve asks him, lowering the two of them down on the bench, holding Danny on his lap as he kisses his shoulders.
"Like...this?" he manages to answer after a while."You, Steven... give a whole new meaning to shopping."
"I just like to be very thorough, Danny."
"Damn. I have no idea what path we just started down but you can be very thorough with me any time you want to."
"Thank you Danny. Trust me- I'll be taking you up on that."
`fin~