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The days have been busier for them, between Danny's heightened responsibilities at the IPD and Steve's decision to run for Council a second term. Sometimes, the only moments when they manage to locate one another are in bed, asleep, and then waking up in the morning to do it all over again. It might be a taste of what life would be like if they'd gone and done this back home, with work slipping to the forefront for a while until they managed to get their bearings.

It's why, when Danny suggests an early evening game of baseball, just the two of them, Steve doesn't hesitate - though what he sees when he finally gets there is enough to warrant some surprise, and maybe a little teasing. He's only seen Danny in a shirt and tie - and a t-shirt, more often, for sleeping - but he doesn't know what to say when he happens upon his husband wearing a pair of cargo pants - his cargo pants.

"Okay, I'm actually at a loss for words in this moment," he says, holding up a hand. "Did you have an aneurysm of your own when I wasn't looking?"

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"I know," Danny admits with a sheepish grin because he does know Steve and he knows what he would do. "I just like hearing it," he admits, because it is the kind of thing that can fluff up an ego. "I'd do the same for you, swear to god, I would tear someone apart if they hurt you," he says severely, slipping one hand to the small of Steve's back.

"You like hearing it, huh?" Steve asks, tucking his baseball glove under one arm as he runs fingertips along the collar of Danny's shirt, lightly touching. "Maybe it should go without saying then, since you already know what I'd do."

"Maybe I like hearing you talk about all the asses you'd kick in my name," Danny says with a smirk. "Actually, can you talk about you doing it shirtless? I like thinking about you being shirtless and avenging things and possibly you're wet and the tattoos are gleaming."

"Yes, Danny. For the purposes of your mental image, you can think about me doing it without a shirt on," Steve replies, even though the logistics of carrying off that kind of an op with at least some freeform kevlar is a suicide mission waiting to happen.

"See, now I'm liking this situation even better," Danny says with a grin, sliding his hands up and down Steve's waist and hips, easing them closer together with a light step and nudge. "So you like my cargo pants, huh?"

"Well, technically, they're my cargo pants, but - " Danny's decision to ease together earns him a soft hiss, and Steve's jaw tenses visibly as he swallows, unable to stop himself for reaching out to clutch at Danny's hip with an ungloved hand.

Danny smirks, pleased to have gotten his way. He cocks a brow upwards, pinching at Steve's waist (and all the non-fat there) before sliding that hand to his ass. "What do you like about me in your cargo pants?"

"Well, for starters, they don't really fit, do they?" Steve asks, briefly sliding a fingertip underneath the waistband of the pants before letting them snap back against his hip.

"No, no, they do not, but that has more to do with you being a hulk of a man," Danny replies, tipping his head to one side and then the next as he tries to hide his amused grin. "Is that a comment about my height or my ass?"

"Serves you right for trying to fit into my clothes," Steve murmurs, leaning in, one hand sliding to the small of Danny's back. "What if it's a comment about both?"

"Trying to fit into your..." Danny gives a slight harrumph. "How about you march inside our hut and you put on one of my shirts and then we can talk about trying to fit into my clothes, huh? I needed these, are you saying I should've come out here naked, is that what you're saying, dear?"

"And you wouldn't have needed to borrow my clothes if - what?" Steve replies, leaning in to let Danny finish that sentence, his mouth already starting to shift into a broader grin.

"If you hadn't already made such a mess of them?" Danny suggests, his eyes bright and wide. "Is that the answer you're looking for? If my husband was not so acrobatically and endurance-ly good at sex, I'm sure some of my clothes would still be in decent shape."

"Okay, that last shirt was not my fault," Steve insists, both eyebrows rising as he presses his palms against Danny's forearms. "Shoddy craftsmanship, and you - you have to know how good you look coming home at the end of the day."

"There are buttons that I'm pretty sure the dog is eating because of how far they scattered," Danny says, a genuinely worried look on his face as he pushes right into Steve's touch. "You, big guy, ought to have at least some idea of how to behave when I get home at the end of the day. Covered in paint and policework, most often."

"I know how to behave," Steve insists, his gaze subtle in its amusement as it lingers on Danny's face. "And I picked up those buttons later, alright? There weren't that many of them."

"Yeah, only because it was the one shirt," Danny agrees, holding back on saying 'this time'. He doesn't want to encourage Steve to make it into a repeating kind of thing. "So, are we playing baseball or are you just manhandling my ass, because I have forms to create for the IPD."

"Not that I don't appreciate a good ass-groping."

"You don't want to keep this up?" Steve murmurs, ducking his head down and gently nipping over Danny's jaw before pulling back with a broad grin.

"Alright, fine. You've got your forms."

Danny takes the moment to pout slightly because he does want to keep this up, but he ought to be responsible. "You should give me incentive," he suggests, breath catching slightly. "If I finish my work, I should get a reward out of it, don't you think?"

"Alright, then," Steve agrees, taking a step back to put distance between them, his arms falling to his sides.

"If you finish, you come home, before I fall asleep, and we'll see what happens once you get there."

"Let me guess. A hundred squats and pull-ups?" Danny jokes with a smirk, but he lays a kiss on Steve's lips and indulges in leaning closer for a long moment, grateful for their proximity.

"For starters," Steve replies, grinning seconds before the space between them dwindles back down to barely anything at all. He gives Danny's hip a squeeze and lets the kiss linger a few more beats.

"I'm proud of you, you know," he adds. "Everything you're doing."

Danny waves that off dismissively. "Archie was already doing all this stuff. I just picked up the baton and kept running with it. Selfishly, even," he points out, "because I'm using my power to get the Academy up and running."

"But you've done a lot. Accomplished a lot," Steve points out, a proud smile still on his lips as he leans in to grab that waving hand, briefly squeezing it in his own.

"Just take a little praise, would you?"

"I'm not used to being in charge," Danny admits. Sure, one day he wanted to move up to being a Captain and running his own department, but Five-0 had come along and Steve had been in charge, no questions asked. Danny was a good second-in-command and loyal and he'd never try to pull a coup. "I mean, you, partner, you had the reigns."