dann_0 | PSL: Sentinel AU

"No! I didn't break in!" Not that he wouldn't if it had seemed like the best way to go about it... and he didn't think Danny would absolutely lose his shit over it. Not that he expects him to take this much better, and he draws his hands away and forces himself to rest them both loosely on his knees rather than curl them into tense, anxious fists. And though he positively reeks of anxiety now, he manages to look calm and relaxed. For the moment.

"Their security system just... happened to need servicing this morning." That Hardison had arranged for it to need. He shrugs. "Went right up to the front door an' knocked, checked all the cameras an' alarm contacts, ran some diagnostics... lifted a stinky as hell diaper an' left them safe an' sound."

"What?! No. Of course not, Danny. You know we wouldn't have done anything like that to Grace or Rachel." Grace may be at their house right know but thinking her house got broken into, should that ever be revealed, is not something Steve would put her through again. "Nothing we did was harmful."

There's a small pause. "And yes I know but it's not what you're thinking."

"Then what is it Steve?"

He turns to look at Eliot. It is a hard look, but he reaches out to place a hand on his back. Even now he doesn't want to risk pushing him away. "Did it really need fixing?"

Eliot lets out a held breath at the touch, at least marginally reassured by it. Though he's still steeling himself for what feels like an inevitable rejection... which was one of the reasons he hadn't told Danny what he and the team do in the first place. If (when) things go to hell there's no reason for him to know that about them. Except now there is.

"No, it didn't. Hardison hacked into the company systems an' set up an error message so they'd call in for a service," he explains, as blandly as he can manage. "Then he intercepted the call an' I went in instead. They were never in any danger." And if Rachel never meets him she'll never have any reason to know what happened. "An' if it comes to it, Hardison's got me in their system as a short term employee fillin' in for a couple days with all the proper credentials." It's the biggest security company on the island, there's a good chance that even if Rachel tried to pursue it anyone she talked to would just accept he'd been okayed by someone else and move on.

It's difficult hearing the angry tone in Dann's voice directed at him right now, but at the same time he'd rather have it aimed at him than at Eliot. "Danny, we did what we did for you. You can't tell Rachel you know he's yours based on my senses and how else where we going to get a DNA sample? This way, in a couple hours, you'll have physical proof that you can present to her." He pauses unsure if he should continue but then decides it's best to get it all out there. "Then when she denies it or refuses to let you be part of his life, we have a solution to that too."

"How am I going to explain to her how I know?" He seems to be mostly pacified by Steve's explanation. "Why didn't you tell me then?" He takes a deep breath. Then he looks over at Eliot. "Were you ever going to tell me? About that or for the fact that you were in Hawaii?" Mostly he just seems tired, and confused. There are some hurt and betrayal but at least the anger is gone.

"I... Shit. Can we deal with this later? I really can't when you two just have gotten out of a zone."

Eliot shrugs. "She's hopefully gonna be so wrong-footed by being caught out lyin' to you that she won't put up too much of a fight." Or she'll fight twice as hard because of that, but he's trying to be optimistic. "But either way, well... we've dug up some leverage that'll probably help you either way."

He makes himself look back up and meet Danny's eyes at the question, expression just as blandly stoic as before, though he feels like every muscle in his body is vibrating at low frequency. "'Course I was. We were just waitin' for the DNA results."

Eliot sighs and looks away again, still forcing his hands to sit loose at his knees. "Yeah, it's all up to what you want from here," he answers quietly. "I'll have Hardison forward you all the information, for whenever you want to look at it. If you do."

"And if she does you can say you suspected and needed confirmation that it wasn't true and was shocked when the test came back positive." Now that Danny had evidence he didn't think there would be too much focus on why he doubted her enough to look into it further. "This was never meant to be a secret. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to stress while you had Grace. I figured I could have physical proof for you when I told you. Put you one step ahead. That's on me Danny. Eliot said he'd come to help out and had some ideas on how to do what needed to be done. I would have brought him back to the house last night, but with Grace..." Steve shrugs, it's not his call when Danny introduces him to Grace.

He glances over at Eliot and then back at Steve. "I want him to meet Grace." He sighs. "Right now I just want to take both of you home and think about what to do next, I can't talk to Rachel tonight anyway." He takes a deep breath. "We should go home soon anyway. Kono should be allowed to enjoy some of her weekend." He stands and holds his hand out to Eliot. "You're coming?" He really really hopes Eliot doesn't say no.

Eliot doesn't move for a moment, other than to blink in surprise, when Danny says he still wants him to meet Grace. He'd been preparing himself to find a flight home and forward Danny and Steve the information from the airport, and it takes him a moment to make the mental adjustment.

He manages not to look as stunned as he feels when Danny stands and he finally looks up at him. At his extended hand. "You sure you wanna do this?" Because he has to give him one more out, no matter how much he wants this.

Leaning over, Steve claps Eliot on the back. "He's sure. We both are. The big question is, is this something you want? Are you willing to put up and work with this messed up arrangement? 'Cause if you are, we're both committed to making it work as well."

Danny walks close enough to run his hand through Eliot's hair and then under his chin to get him to look up at him. "I am. If this -" With his other hand he motions to the three of them. "- is something you are willing to try then there is nothing I want more than to take you home."

Eliot can't resist the touch even if he wanted to, but he's known he was screwed since the first day Danny walked out the door of the pub and he realized he had a completely irresistible, compelling need to follow him. To know where he was and that he was safe, and that dying to keep him that way was a perfectly acceptable option. So he shudders a little at the hand in his hair, breathing out softly through his nose as he lets Danny tip his head up.

"Told you from day one, sweetheart, you can have whatever you want outa this." He reaches to curl his fingers around Danny's hand and lets him pull him up. "If this is what you want, I'm not gonna say no."

Smiling as Eliot gains his feet, Steve nods, satisfied that Eliot is joining them, at least for now. "Good."

Watching them for a moment, all his senses report back their attraction to each other. He can hear it in their voices and just as easily smell it in the air, as see it on their faces. His skin even tingles in anticipation of what he expects will be a kiss. If they aren't feeling the pull to bond already, Steve would be surprised. It aches in him, knowing he can't and he pushes that feeling away, fast enough that it barely registers. He wants this, and he is happy for them.

Smile still on his face, he looks away and gets to his own feet. Prepared to give them some privacy if they wish to become more intimate. It may be what he logically wants, but he doesn't think he can sit in the same room and watch them make out either. He's not even comfortable being the one doing the kissing if others are present, let alone being the interloper.

Danny smiles warmly at Steve, but then soon his attention is taken up but Eliot. He closes the distance between them and then leans in to wrap his arms around Eliot's shoulders and shifts so he can easier kiss him. He makes the kiss slow and gentle but he cuts it short before it can reach makeout territory. "Thank you." He whispers.

Then he steps back, still holding Eliot's hand. "I think you'll like Steve's place. He got a private beach if you like swimming."

Eliot's almost startled by Steve's voice, his senses have hyper-focused in on Danny to the exclusion of almost all else, and it's... disconcerting at the very least that he seems to have let himself lose track of Steve so far inside his guard. But it's just the one word, and then Steve's stepping away and Danny's stepping in and apparently he's decided Steve's safe, because he focuses in on Danny again, heart rate quickening as he leans in.

He's wanted this since the moment he first caught Danny's scent, and once he gets it he's not so quick to let it slip away. It's warm and sweet and slow, and he curls his free hand into the loose fabric of Danny's shirt just over his hip. "Think I'm the one who should be doin' the thanking," he answers, and follows Danny as he steps away, not quite pushing into his space but not letting him get away. "'s'got you, that's the part that matters," he murmurs and leans in for another kiss.

Giving them some privacy, Steve quietly scoops the truck keys up from Danny's desk, then discreetly moves out into the hall. He debates a moment but then decides to head to his office.

He smiles softly, even a hint of a blush to his cheeks, and kisses back. He lets his hand slide up to curl around Eliot's neck. "You're willing to give this a chance." Danny reminds him quietly. His other hand slips up under the hem of Eliot's shirt and strokes the small of his back. "And you seem to be getting along with Steve. He's a good man, a little stubborn and far too fond of danger but he means well."

Eliot's aware enough of Steve now to note him leaving the room, and he takes advantage of the semblance of privacy to lick into Danny's mouth with a soft sigh at the taste of him. Just as perfect as he remembers. "He is," he agrees, shifting to press a trail of kisses along Danny's jaw as he mirrors him, sliding his hand up under his shirt to splay over warm skin. "Was easy t'work with."

He's not really focused on that right now, though. He just needs a moment to match this back up with his sense memory, burn it deeper into his hind brain, no matter how much harder that means it's going to be when it all falls apart. "He wants what's best for you," he adds, because that's an important fact. It's probably what endears Steve to him the most, because it's also his first priority.

"Christ, the taste'a you," he whispers, trying to keep his voice low enough Steve won't have to hear it but loud enough that Danny can, and he shifts back to Danny's lips with a full body shudder as his fingers dip just below the waistband of Danny's pants.

Danny nods and smiles at that assessment of Steve. It makes it hard to be angry with Steve and they've come a long way in the last two years but he knows Steve has his back and that feels safe. Now Eliot has his back too and he just feels even safer.

Danny shifts and stretches into the touch but as Eliot's fingers sneak into his waistband just a little he pauses. "We shouldn't do this right here and now." But he smirks. "But we will find somewhere before you leave, I promise." Even if it had to be quick and dirty in a bathroom at the airport there is no way Danny is letting Eliot leave without giving him everything he wants.

Eliot's already half hard, a reaction that's making him feel like some kind of damn desperate sixteen year old who's never had his dick touched, not a grown man pushing forty. He knows part of it is the tug of the bond wanting to form, dragging him inexorably into Danny's orbit, fixing his focus so intently on him that it's hard for the rest of the world to register. Danny's right, though, and he makes himself pull back with a quiet groan, teeth grinding a little at how tight his jaw is.

"Yeah, that's, uh... sorry," he rasps, though he still has his hand splayed over Danny's back--completely above the belt again, at least. And oh fuck, that smirk. He's so damn screwed, in every way possible... though not currently the fun one, and he shivers a little in anticipation. "Waitin'll just make it better," he assures Danny, leaning in to nip at his ear at the same time that he presses his thumb unerringly into one of the lingering marks he'd left low on Danny's ribs. His.

The knowledge that it's there settles something deep inside him, makes it easier to step back and drop his hand again, and reach for Danny's hand instead. "Guess we should go find your boy an' get outa here, then." Before his currently so very tenuous self control cracks any farther and he loses any ability to give a damn about what's appropriate when and where.

Danny gives a soft little half moan at the nip and the slight pain. "I know. Fuck. You into edging too?" He wouldn't be surprised, considering how Eliot liked control.

But he reaches for the keys to the camaro as he entertwines his fingers with Eliot's and then leads the way out of the office. "Steve. You coming with us? I don't really want you driving like this. We can go pick up the truck tomorrow or have one of the HPD drive it back."

That moan and the question make it almost impossible to hold himself back, and Eliot lets his eyes drop shut for a moment as a fine tremor passes through him. Closing his eyes might not have been the best choice, though, since it just heightens his awareness of Danny's scent and the beating of his heart.

"I could be," he concedes, low and rough, and when Danny takes his hand again he shifts their grip to let him press a finger gently to the flutter of Danny's pulse at his wrist. It's the act of being towed out into the hall that keeps him from saying any more, things that he's sure Steve really doesn't want to hear even more than anything he's likely heard already.

Steve had gone into his office and sat on the couch, leaning his head back and dialed down his hearing as much as he could. It helped enough. He could hear mutterings but not necessarily dialogue until Danny came out of the office and called to him.

Normally he'd argue and insist on taking the truck, but right now having Danny that far away will likely send him into another zone or fit and frankly it's not worth the risk. Instead he nods and smiles tiredly at Eliot. "We flipping to see who gets shot gun?"

Edited 2017-06-23 20:18 (UTC)

Danny grins at Eliot and then gives Steve a warm smile. "Careful or I make you both sit in the back." He reaches out to stroke Steve's back, knowing that a bit of physical touch will make things easier on him, but he doesn't let go of Eliot's hand. "Anything else we need from here or are we good to get to the car?"

He starts heading for the door. "I'll text Kono and ask her to bring Grace by in half an hour or so? That work for you guys?"

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