dann_0 | PSL: Sentinel AU

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?"

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."

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.

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?"

"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.

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...?"

"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."

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

"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.

"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?"

"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.

"Kona has that blend if you want to try it," he says helpfully. "You don't even have to mix it yourself, it's ground together. And, it's pretty good too." Giving Danny a happy smile, he looks back at Eliot. "What are your thoughts on Pineapple? Please don't tell me you are as equally opposed."

Once Eliot is out of the car and Steve watches him walk into the building, he turns his head to Danny. He has the urge to reach out to Danny but holds off. "I like him. He's a good guy and he genuinely cares about you." They had a good day before Steve zoned in Danny's office and while Steve doesn't expect for them to be spending a lot of time together, it makes him feel better knowing and liking who Danny and eventually Grace and Charlie would be spending considerable time with.

Edited 2017-06-24 20:45 (UTC)

"No way I want to try that Steve. Pineapple belongs in a small set of dishes and not in the rest of them. Mostly desserts." Danny moves to let Eliot out and then he reaches to give his hand a firm squeeze. "I'll be right out here if you need me. Don't even have to yell with Steve around."

He leans on the car watching Eliot head into the store and then he settles back next to Steve. "Yeah. Yeah, he is." Danny reaches out to place a hand on Steve's forearm. "I like him a lot. I.. He feels right, you know, like I can fully relax around him. Even more so when I have both of you in the same area. You feel right too."

Eliot doesn't resist the impulse to lean in and brush a kiss to Danny's cheek as he passes, because dammit he needs that much right now before he walks away from the two of them. And then he heads for the store, letting himself still focus on the buzz of Danny's voice and the steady beat of his heart receding into the distance, dimming with walls between them and other voices nearer by, but still there.

Not enough to eavesdrop on whatever conversation Danny and Steve are having, just enough to reassure himself with Danny's proximity as he grabs a basket and makes his way through the store. It'll be about ten to fifteen minutes before he emerges.

Steve focuses on Eliot's heartbeat and then tracks as the other man moves away and into the store. He's careful to ignore the rest and just stay focused on Eliot. Normally it would be easier than this but his senses are still feeling tender. This however is a good stretching exercise for him, as well as allowing him to keep track of his new friend and make sure they aren't needed. When Danny touches his forearm, the sense enhances and evens out. The extra buzz he'd been trying to block out, slips away and the task becomes much easier. He smiles at Danny and turns his hand over so that he can wrap his fingers around Danny's forearm, the added sensation helping even more.

"Good," he says as he leans his head back against the rest. "He does feel right. I think Gracie is going to like him as well." A smile starts to play at his lips with the thought of Grace, then the logistics of tonight hit him. "How did you want to do the sleeping arrangements with Grace in the house tonight? Are you comfortable with her knowing you guys sleep in the same bed? If not, Eliot can have your room, you can take mine, and I'll grab the couch or the hammock." That seems to be the win for everyone. Eliot would likely be most comfortable where Danny's smell is the strongest, without Steve's to interfere, and Steve likes the idea of Danny reaffirming the smell in his room with Danny's scent for the next night. Also, quite truthfully, Steve enjoys sleeping on the hammock under the stars as well when he can't be in bed with Danny.

Danny blinks and smiles at the kiss and then once again at Steve's question. "I don't know. I mean if it is just sleeping..." He looks towards the door to see if Eliot was coming back. "I think I'll have to ask him for what he'd feel more comfortable with." Normally he'd want to wait with having people over before Grace got to know them better but things were too damn perfect with Eliot that he didn't want to spend another night apart.

"And I'd hate to chase you out of the bed. You deserve a good night's sleep as much as we do."

"You're not chasing me out. I'm offering." And really the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks he might do that regardless.

"We hadn't talked about how long he's here for. I was hoping he'd stay to tell you on Sunday night after you took Grace home at least..." He offers Danny a smile. "He's welcome as long as you can convince him to."

"I hope so too. A day or two to hang out all three of us would be good. I bet he would love to go fishing with you." Danny, on the other hand, is not so sure he will ever set foot on a boat again. "I will ask him what he wants to do."

Steve frowns slightly, but doesn't comment. The idea was more for Eliot and Danny to spend time together not for Eliot and Steve. Instead he nods. "Whatever you guys decide, I'm good with." Then after a pause he adds, "When you guys want some alone time, I'll make myself scarce. If you decide to plan something just give me a head's up." He expects they are going to want some intimate time and as much as Steve supports their relationship, he really doesn't want to be within his hearing range for that. That's best supported by him being elsewhere.

Danny glances over at him. "We'll keep it out of the house. I know how good your sense of smell is. Wouldn't want you to have to smell it all. We can grab a hotel for a night or something." He smiles softly.

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