Danny lays the newspaper down and listens intently, he could have sworn he heard -
Yeah. His name.
He sticks his head out Steve’s back door, looking out on the lanai, but he’s not there.
Steve’s in the ocean, waving his arms and motioning him closer, but remaining waist deep in the water. Danny is curious, but not alarmed so he takes his time and strolls out to the beach. “What?”
“I need some shorts.”
“Why?” Danny asks, sipping on his coffee, eyeing the water around his partners hips.
“I, um, lost mine?”
“Is that a question or a statement, Steven?”
A loud and violent wave catches him unaware and knocks him forward and yes, he is indeed without his board shorts. Danny has now seen everything.
“I was coming in and got smothered by a wave. I must have grabbed the wrong shorts that are too big and well... they just came off.”
“Are you serious with this? Only you, McGarrett, only you,” Danny snickers. “Let me just enjoy this for a moment. You’re killing me with this.”
Steve is blushing and Danny can’t stop staring at him because, God, the man is gorgeous.
“Danno,” Steve whines and inches forward, but looks down and realizes there isn’t anywhere for him to go without exposing himself.
Life is good, Danny thinks to himself. Life is very good.