PSL: Sentinel AU

[dann_0]

Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.

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Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[super_seal]

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.

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

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."

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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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.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[super_seal]

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.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

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."

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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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.

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

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.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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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.

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

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."

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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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.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[super_seal]

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?"

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

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?"

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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Eliot almost forgets his duffel, but fortunately it's near the door and he snags it on the way out. The garment bag isn't important, it had just been uniforms for the three potential cons he, Hardison and Parker had brainstormed, so he doesn't need it until he's heading back to Portland... which he's kind of hoping might not be for a day or two.

"You take shot gun," he tells Steve, and it's not even a hard concession to make. For all the hangups he might have about many things, he's used to being in the back while someone else does the driving, and, hell, he's a lot shorter than Steve, so the lack of leg room's less of an issue. Besides, it's not entirely altruistic, he can sit behind Danny and keep a hand on his shoulder or the back of his neck just fine.

"I'm good, an' for the rest of it, whatever you two are good with."

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[super_seal]

The gnawing feeling at the edges of his senses briefly eases when Danny rubs his back. What he'd really like to do is cuddle skin to skin and just lose his senses in Danny until everything eases back to where it should. That however is not really an option at the moment, and he'll be happy with what he can get. Being near Danny is keeping things at bay so he's not complaining.

He's about to mention the duffel to Eliot when the other man retrieves it on his own. "Yeah, sounds good," he says to Danny before smiling at Eliot. "Thanks, man." He does appreciate it, he hates sitting in the back. It wasn't something that bothered him so much in the military, but on Hawaii, his seat of choice is the driver's seat. Some might say he's a bit of a control freak, but he has no idea what they are talking about.

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

Danny nods and sends the text to Kono before he leads them both out to the parking lot and unlocks the car. "Eliot. I did tell Steve I was going to try to bribe you to make pizza, anything in particular that would work as a bribe?"

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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"Don't worry 'bout it." It's a small thing to give if he's trying to actually make this... whatever the hell Danny plans for 'this' to be.

"Don't hafta bribe me, sweetheart," he answers, squeezing Danny's hand once more before flipping the seat forward and climbing into the back. "I like cookin' for you." And any answer he wants to give, teasing or serious, isn't something he's going to say in front of Steve. Not right now. "Just depends on when you wanna eat an' if you have a pizza stone. 'Cause the dough's gotta rise at least thirty minutes, preferably half an hour, an' there's just no damn point in tryin' t'make pizza without at least a stone."

Though a proper pizza oven's better, and yes he does have one built out on the patio at his place, as well as in the pub's kitchen. And damn, it's just... easier to fall into this, get a little pedantic about food than think about any of the rest of it for a moment.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[super_seal]

Climbing into the passenger seat, Steve turns to look at Eliot getting into the back from the other side. "We have stoneware that we've used on the BBQ, something like that work?" Cooking is not Steve's forte and he has not issue admitting it. He can BBQ a damn good steak or Ahi but outside of that he's very limited to basic steaming and salads.

He looks over at Danny. "I'm not sure what we have in the house for ingredients though...?"

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

"We got the stuff for a basic red sauce. Might be a little lacking for topping. Want to make a pit stop on the way and get some proper cheese? Aren't we out of beer too?" He smiles and gives Eliot's hand a little squeeze when he can feel it on him. "Getting the barbecue going would be nice. A nice evening outside."

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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"Don't need anything fancy for a good pizza, but def'nitely need good cheese." And it's strange as hell, going from the last few hours to something that feels so domestic, and half like he's intruding on their life and half like maybe he could be a part of it.

"If you wanna stop off somewhere I can run in for what we need." No point all of them trailing through, or him trying to give someone a list when he knows what he needs. Even if it'll be hard to walk away from Danny right now, and he reaches forward to rest his left hand on Danny's shoulder, thumb pressed to the skin just above the collar of his t-shirt.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[super_seal]

Looking at Danny, he raises an eyebrow. "You're going to allow toppings on this pizza? What happened to pizza was 'dough, sauce, and mozz'?" He smiles, clearly teasing even if he is quoting Danny from a much earlier conversation. "Eliot, what do you like on your pizza?" Although, he's doubting the other man is going to say ham and pineapple.

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

"Grace happened. I have been trying to convince her about how to eat proper pizza but she claims she wants pepperoni on it." He shakes his head.

"And whatever works best for you, babe. I know this nice place we can get good cheese. It's on the way even." He pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards it. There is something so perfect about this. His two Sentinels together and the three of them just planning how to have a nice evening.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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Eliot snorts in amusement at the conversation, even if he feels vaguely peripheral to it. It's not something that would bother him under any other circumstances, and it bothers him somewhat less than he might have expected now. "Depends on what's good an' in season. But if it's just cheese it better be some damn good cheese." And a perfect sauce and crust, but if he's making it he can guarantee those parts. "Nice thing about home made, though, is that everyone can have what they want." And he's put some damn strange things on pizzas for Hardison and Parker over the years.

"What's your preference, an' I'll pick up what we need for it when we stop." The question is clearly directed at Steve, since Danny's made his preference clear.

Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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"Danno, proper pizza does come with toppings. The meat is what makes it into a meal. And the veggies are to keep it seemingly healthy. The pineapple is just to give it that extra flavor." That last bit has Steve giving Eliot a wink and a grin, knowing that he's purposely riling Danny up. "With the pineapple you can actually say it's a completely balanced meal with all the food groups."

Shrugging he looks back at Eliot. "I'm not big on just cheese, I prefer to have a bit of every food group on it, fruit is optional, but I'm not picky as long as there's something there." Steve will pretty much eat anything that's put in front of him. The healthier the better but after that food is food. Ham and pineapple is more of a way to bug Danny than something he actually prefers.

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

[dann_0]

"Pizza is not supposed to be a balanced meal. That is what salad and dessert are for. Seriously, Steve, what is wrong with this island and putting pineapple on everything. I swear... I am sure if you could you would even put pineapple in coffee if you could. And no that is not a request so don't get ideas."

It doesn't take long before he pulls into the parking lot of a small store. "You want help Eliot?"

Re: Danny, Steve and Eliot. In the office. Ironing things out

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"No problem makin' you each one of your own, kids." Eliot huffs quietly and smirks at the pair of them and their bickering. "Like I said, best thing about pizza is you can put whatever you want on it."

He considers Danny's question for a moment, because damn does he want to say yes, but he's used to coping without a Guide and Steve's not... and Steve's had a helluva bad couple hours. "I can find my way round a market, sweetheart," he answers. "You two stay out here an I'll just be a few minutes." Eliot squeezes the nape of Danny's neck and then gives it a little pat to encourage him to shift and let him out.