dann_0 | PSL: Sentinel AU

That smile, and the obvious pleasure at his touch, eases a little bit of the visceral stab of worry, and he leans right back into the warm weight of Danny's body against him without hesitation. It gets them a few looks, mostly from regulars who've seen him with a string of women over the years, but never with a man. The connection to Danny's strong enough that even a lifetime under DADT and the equally oppressive social norms of the mercenary and PMC world isn't enough to keep him guarded.

He lifts an arm to drape comfortingly--and more than a little possessively--around Danny's shoulders as the smaller man just breathes. That's never a good sign, but the fact that he's not pulling away at least seems to indicate it's not anything about Eliot himself, or them, that has him so on edge... or maybe it is. "He didn't take it well, huh?"

Danny does glance at the looks, but he meets their eyes and simply raises an eyebrow. He's done being ashamed, did that for many years. "Yeah, I don't think so. I am not sure what it is about. He's never had any issue with any of the other people I've been with." And Danny isn't sure if it is the guy thing or the sentinel thing. "Maybe he just has to get used to it. I told him things between him and me wouldn't change though."

Eliot draws a slow breath before answering, and when he does it's quietly, with a glance around that has nothing to do with the kind of attention they've been getting. "Yeah, well, you've never been with anyone like me b'fore, have you?" He won't be more explicit than that in public, even if he's pretty sure no one's really listening to them.

"Think maybe we should take this conversation somewhere private once you're done with lunch, though."

Danny smiles slightly. "No, I've never been with someone quite like you." That goes beyond just what they are. He hasn't been with someone who made him feel this fucking amazing before. "How are things going in the kitchen? You have to go back there or?"

He moves to take a bite of the food and then offers some to Eliot.

Eliot hooks his ankle around Danny's under the table. "Nah, finished up what I needed to in there, I'm all yours," he answers, eyes sparkling as he leans in to take a bite off Danny's fork.

Danny watches him and licks his lips. Holy fuck that should not be half as hot as it is. "Mm, I like the sound of that." He chuckles and moves to continue eating. "This is really good." So far all of Eliot's cooking had been. Fuck everything with Eliot had been really good. It doesn't take him long to finish up and he leans over to kiss Eliot.

"Good. Be pretty disappointed if you didn't." As for the food, well, he always likes hearing people like it, whether he cooked it himself or it's just from his menu, but there's definitely something deeper and warmer in feeding Danny, and it shows in Eliot's lazy smile and the way he presses their thighs together under the table.

And when Danny leans in for a kiss it doesn't even occur to Eliot not to reciprocate, even after a lifetime of being almost painfully, habitually cautious about displaying his interest in men. He curls a hand around the nape of Danny's neck and turns what was probably meant to be a quick peck into a long, slow kiss, and finally pulls back with a quiet hum of pleasure. "You got your stuff in the car, sweetheart?"

Danny purrs into the kiss, not at all minding that Eliot changed it to a slow deep kiss. Eliot could gladly take charge any time he wanted to if you asked Danny. He pulls back enough to stroke his thumb along Eliot's cheek and then grins. "Yeah, checked out and everything. I am all yours until Thursday."

He nudges Eliot to get up and then grabs his back from under the table and moves to stand as well. "Going back to your place sounds perfect. I'll admit I am still pretty exhausted from last night." And he also wanted to talk to Eliot about what he should do about Steve.

"An' I like the sound of that," Eliot answers, smirking, and turns his head just a little to nip at Danny's thumb. He's well aware of how many eyes they've drawn and he absolutely doesn't give a damn.

He slings an arm around Danny's shoulders once they're both up and steers them towards the back door and the alley where he has his car parked. "Guess that means I'm gonna hafta let you rest up before I wear you out again."

Danny wraps his arm around Eliot, grinning a little at the looks and how easily Eliot ignores them. It makes him feel safe and secure in that touch. Not that he didn't to begin with, he is loving all of this.

"That would help, and we should probably talk a little about how things are going to work. The dating part I mean." He follows Eliot easily enough and then moves to the passenger side of the car. By now that is just a habit with Steve and one that is easy to transfer over to Eliot. Once he is inside he looks over at his Sentinel.

Eliot has to resist the urge to go around and open Danny's door for him, as much for the excuse to keep holding onto him as from a lifetime's habit of possibly misplaced chivalry. He doesn't answer until they're in the little bubble of privacy the car offers, and even then he waits until he's got the engine running and he's pulled out into traffic.

"Yeah, that's def'nitely somethin' we're gonna have to sort out," he agrees quietly, keeping his attention fixed on the road even as he listens to Danny's heartbeat and breathing, attuned to any sigh that he's nervous or uncomfortable.

"Are we dating?" He isn't sure what this really is or even if they can put a word on it. "Do we even really have a choice with this? Steve seems to think we'll bond and... And I think he thinks I'll leave him behind." He sighs, unhappy with how Steve had reacted.

"What about how Steve and I are together? We're close, sleeping in the same bed. It seems to help him relax and keeping everything under control but... I don't want that to cause any problems with us."

Oh jesus, it's like Danny's hammering on every one of his weak spots with every word out of his mouth, and he doesn't even have a clue. Eliot's grip goes tighter on the steering wheel and his breath hitches for an almost imperceptible fraction of a second before he forces himself to stay steady and relaxed. He can't fuck this up... but he can't do it and drive either.

"Okay... okay, you're, uh... you're gonna hafta let me get us there before we do this, sweetheart," he rasps, not looking at Danny because he knows right now he's not actually capable of splitting his focus like that. If he looks at Danny he's not going to be able to look away, and that'd be a really damn bad call while driving. "But short answer is we're doin' whatever you want us t'be doin'. It's your call, sweetheart, one hundred percent in your court." Eliot's really not in any position to try and dictate any kind of terms here, he'll take what Danny's willing to give him and be grateful... and hope it's enough.

Danny nods. "Alright. I just.. We tend to have a lot of conversations in the car. Steve and I." He takes a breath and glances over. He can feel the tension rolling off Eliot. But he doesn't want to add to it, so instead, he is waiting, mulling it over. Thankfully he doesn't have a lot of time to get bogged down in it before they are back at the house. He smiles as Eliot pulls in and then, once they are safely parked and the engine is turned off he turns to face the Sentinel and leans in to kiss him. "Been a while since I had a boyfriend, but I like calling you that."

"Thanks, it's-" Eliot stops himself, hands flexing on the wheel again, glad Danny's not tuned into his emotions enough to realize just how stressed and on edge he is right now. "Talkin' in the car's fine, I just... this ain't a conversation I'm gonna be able t'do a good job of multi-tasking over." There are just too many potential land mines, some purely due to his own issues, others that he knows could trigger the irrationally possessive, over-protective side of him that he doesn't have a hell of a lot more control over than most other Sentinels.

Eliot's more than happy to be pulled into a kiss, and he has to focus to keep it from taking on a desperate edge. He's pretty sure it wouldn't take all that much effort to avoid this conversation entirely for the moment, that he could wind Danny up fast enough and hard enough to forego talking in favor of more fucking, but that would just be delaying the inevitable. Not to mention disrespecting Danny's preferences. That doesn't stop it from being a moment's very tempting thought, though, and he licks into Danny's mouth and scruffs his fingers through his hair.

"I'm pretty partial to it too," he answers, licking his lips and letting his hand slide from Danny's hair down to his shoulder, fingers dragging warmly over his neck and jaw on the way. "Even if Parker's bein' almost as big a pain in the ass about that as she is about findin' out I'm a Sentinel." He leans in for one more quick kiss, then opens his door. "C'mon, lets get in an' get ourselves sorted, sweetheart," he adds, reaching into the back to collect Danny's bag before heading for the door.

Danny makes a soft pleased sound when Eliot deepens the kiss and he has to remind himself that he is in his mid-thirties. Too old for wild car sex. Right? The thought of that is far too tempting. "If she's being too much of a pain, I'll talk to her. Having a boyfriend shouldn't be something you get into trouble over." He follows Eliot out of the car, reaching up to fix his hair. Then he walks up beside him and slides his hand into Eliot's.

"Or is it more that she suddenly wants all the details on guys? My sister was a bit like that when I told her."

Edited 2017-05-31 08:23 (UTC)

Eliot's definitely not feeling too old for wild car sex right now, and he's older than Danny. They're also sitting in front of a townhouse in a sedate part of Portland in board daylight, which makes keeping his hormones under control easier than it might otherwise be.

"Nah, it's... it ain't that," he assures Danny as he twines their fingers together, oddly touched at the fact he wants to intervene on his behalf, while at the same time not so oddly defensive of Parker and her peculiarities. "She's just pokin' at it 'cause it's something new. An' she gets why I kept the Sentinel thing to myself, not so much the likin' guys thing."

He pulls Danny in for another kiss on the porch, and it's a little disconcerting, really, how much it feels like he needs to be touching and, christ, tasting Danny if at all possible. He has to let him go, though, to disable the security on the door and unlock it, and it is a somewhat paranoid level of security for a private home. "And, well, yeah... she's also just plain nosy as hell." And he's spent entirely more time than he's comfortable with diverting her from trying to get details of his sex life.

"Well, does she know how it feels? I doubt the military is any better at that than even the worst precincts I've been at." He kisses Eliot back. "If you think it could work, tell her everything. That might make her back off." He suggests as he steps back to let Eliot deal with the door. He has noticed the security. If he had been here just as a cop that would have pinged his senses as something to look into. Security like that usually means something is up.

Once they are inside he reaches for Eliot again, stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around the taller man as he leans his forehead against Eliot's spine. "I'd like for nothing to change between me and Steve. At least until I can be sure he knows he isn't going to lose me."

"No, she, uh... she gets that." Because christ, he'd been in before DADT, and you learned early and hard to be careful and quiet. PMCs and the mercenary world hadn't been any better. "But, well, she an' Hardison, we've been workin' together over five years now. They're family. It's just... it's not somethin' I advertise, an' there hasn't been any reason for it t'come up."

He shudders a little as Danny presses close, arms warm around him and head resting against him. If it was almost anyone else--probably even Parker or Hadison--he'd have broken out of the hold almost immediately. Having someone inside his guard, pressed right up against his spine, is the kind of thing that sets his instincts on edge. But it's Danny, and like everything else he's done, Eliot can't seem to do anything but welcome the touch.

Danny's words, though, set tension humming under his skin that he can't even start to conceal, not with Danny pressed so close to him. "That's-" He stops and folds his hands over Danny's, thumbs stroking restlessly over the backs of his hands. He'd like to be facing him, able to get his own arms around him in turn, but if Danny's chosen this then he won't push him. Not right now. "I don't get t'dictate terms t'you, sweetheart," he finally answers, slow and a little careful. "Like I said, this... it works however you want it to, darlin'." He's not going to risk pushing Danny away by making demands, no matter how hard what Danny wants is going to be to live with.

The tension is enough to make Danny pull back enough for Eliot to turns. "I don't want to do things you don't like." He licks his lips stroking his hands over Eliot's arms. "Would it be better if we're clothed? I can talk to him about doing it less, but I don't think he is going to handle nothing. He doesn't have the control on his own that you have."

The moment Danny gives him the leeway to move Eliot turns, and presses right back in as close as he can get, arms wrapping tightly around Danny as he presses his face into the side of his neck to breathe in deep. His grip tightens a little further at Danny's question, at the fact that he hadn't gone so far as to think of them naked together for these platonic sleeping arrangements.

The idea gets his hackles ever further up, and he can feel the ache and tug of the incipient bond under his breastbone, almost like a living thing. He's not even thinking coherently when he presses his lips to one of the marks above Danny's collar, giving in, however briefly, to the visceral need to refresh his marks. Whether it lasts or not, in this moment at least, Danny is his, and knowing his marks are there, on his body, claiming him, helps settle Eliot at least a little.

"I trust you," he finally murmurs, lips still pressed to Danny's skin. And it's true, in all the deepest ways, even if he can't quite make his brain get on board with his heart. "You... you do what you need t'do an' I'll handle it. Just-" He stops, arms going tighter and heart trip hammering. "I'm gonna need you t'not talk to me about it. I know intellectually it's not okay, but that doesn't do a damn thing for the fact we're naturally possessive as hell," he admits quietly. "An' I will not cope well with hearin' about that."

Danny shrugs. He thinks it is only fair to ask not to be told about it. "I can't not talk about him at all, he is a part of this since he is also my sentinel, but I can keep the details out of it." He gives a soft sound at Eliot's lips on his neck. He knows what Eliot is doing and he grins. Part of him likes being claimed like this, likes wearing a reminder to himself. Not that he is likely to forget at all. He reaches up to place a hand over Eliot's heart, breathing slowly and trying to make sure Eliot doesn't go too far down the rabbit hole. "I'm yours. You're my boyfriend and I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"Don't expect that, just... yeah." He doesn't need to hear about their sleeping arrangements, how much time McGarrett might or might not spend curled around Danny, head over his heart or face pressed into the same spot Eliot's breathing deeply at right now. If he doesn't hear about it he can at least try not to think about it.

Like right now, when it would be so easy to get lost in Danny's scent, the sound of his voice and the steady beat of his heart, the slow rhythm of his breath and the warmth of him under Eliot's hands and mouth, except-

"Don't." He makes himself pull back, brows furrowed slightly as he looks down at Danny. "Don't do that, make promises you won't be able t'keep." Because there's a whole host of shit Eliot's not likely to be comfortable with, but like he said before, he doesn't get to dictate terms here. He knows that if he tries he'll be the one who loses in the end.

Danny frowns a little but he stays in the touch. Reaching up to stroke Eliot's hair. Was that a promise he would not be able to keep? He isn't sure but that shouldn't matter. Eliot is right, he knows from experience that you can't ask the one you're with to change everything they do that you don't like.

"How about this then, if you tell me you're uncomfortable with something, I promise I'll listen and together we'll try to work out something that we can both live with." That is a promise he feels he can keep.

Eliot tips his head into the touch, though it's still disconcerting how easy it is to not just allow, but enjoy. "That's a lot more realistic, sweetheart." Especially since it's dependent on him expressing his discomfort, which isn't something he's going to do if he can keep it to himself... admittedly difficult with a Guide he's so attuned to. But Danny's inexperienced and untrained, so it should be at least somewhat easier than it might otherwise be. "I don't want you t'upend your life 'cause of me." He's just hoping to find a place in it, at least temporarily.

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