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13 September 2011 @ 11:59 pm
Hawaii Five-0 Fic: Back in the Day  
Posted to hawaii5_0slash


Title: Back in the Day
Pairing/Characters: Steve/Nick
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Pilot, Po'ipu
Summary: Back in the day Steve and Nick were more than just friends
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ



"Three days off in a little slice of heaven." Nick gazed around them at the palm trees gently swaying in the warm breeze. "Can't beat that!"

"You haven't seen Hawaii," Steve countered, bumping shoulders as they pulled their bags out of the jeep and headed to the beachfront bungalow that had been their reward for saving a four star general's journalist son from execution in a foreign POW camp. "It makes this place look average at best."

"Such a hometown boy," Nick teased. "Can't believe you ever left there."

He unlocked the door and gently kicked it open for both of them to pass through.

"Not a lot of war going on in Hawaii," Steve drawled. "Kind of had to go off island to see some real action."

Nick tossed his bags on a nearby sofa while Steve carried his further, putting them down beside the small dresser in the larger of the two bedrooms. When he returned he found Steve had already pulled his shoes and socks off and was in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head.

"In a hurry?" he asked, amused.

"You bet!" Nick answered with a chortle, unceremoniously dropping his pants. "It's like ninety degrees out and that ocean looks damn good. The faster I get undressed the faster I can get wet and happy." He pulled his swim trunks from one of his bags as Steve rolled his eyes, turning away as Nick changed clothes.

"You mean the faster you can slather yourself with sunscreen," Steve teased. "You know if you go out there without anything on you'll spend the next week red as a lobster, barely able to move."

"Not planning on sacrificing myself to the sun gods." Nick headed towards Steve, getting his attention then tossing a container at him which he caught handily. "So be a sport and do my back for me?"

He turned around and offered his bare back to Steve who opened up the container, chuckling. "Is this where I get to carefully put lotion everywhere except for spaces where it spells 'Bite me'?"

"Like you could put one over on me like that," Nick huffed. "Besides, it's a small enough bungalow. If I'm not happy over the next few days? I'm going to make damn sure everyone else around me is miserable as well."

"You're such an ass." Steve shook his head, but the words held no malice. He finished spreading the suntan lotion over Nick's back, being sure to get his hairline and the back of his ears before handing the container back. "This stuff better be SPF50K to handle your fry fest pale skin genes."

"Industrial strength," Nick countered, putting it on the rest of his body liberally. "And fully waterproof." He finished up and tossed the container back to Steve who looked a little closer at it: Bullfrog Waterproof Sunblock. "You might want to put some on that haole ass of yours."

Steve rolled his eyes and splayed out his well tanned arms. "Do I look like I need sunscreen, man? My ass is about the only thing that's still white on me!"

"Suit yourself..." Nick headed for the door. "But don't come crying to me if you're all pink a few hours from now." He opened up the door and paused for a second, taking in the view and breathing in the sea air. "Oh, now that's nice..." With the barest of gestures in farewell, he was out. "See you in the surf, Smooth Dog!"

Once the door closed behind him Steve wandered back into the bedroom to unpack.

Through the windows he could see Nick swimming in the ocean and while he tried to focus on getting all his clothes put away, his gaze kept going back to the broad back and slim hips of the wet man just outside his window.

They'd messed around when they first met - both on leave at Naval Station Rota in Spain - but that was before Nick was assigned to Steve's SEAL unit. Steve had a strict policy against getting involved with anyone under his command and Nick seemed to agree as the idea of hooking up again was never mentioned by either of them after Nick's assignment to Steve's team.

Only now they were about to be split up. After that last rescue Nick had gotten word that he was going to be reassigned while Steve's unit was headed to Afghanistan once their leave was over. Part of Steve was disappointed because Nick was an excellent soldier, a great addition to the unit. But he had to admit another part of him was thinking he'd missed his chance to see if there could ever be anything more than just recreational sex between them.

So this trip presented a rare opportunity: to pretend the intervening time working together hadn't happened. They could literally pick up where they left off in Spain and enjoy themselves thoroughly for a memorable three days alone in the middle of nowhere.

After that it was up to fate to bring them back together again - or not.

Stripping efficiently, Steve left his clothes on a chair and slipped into his trunks, catching a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror. He'd been tanner as a boy on the big island, always going about shirtless, but now his tattoos were decent competition for his color. SEALs were so often covered up with gear he didn't get as much time in the sun with bare skin than he used to in his boyhood years before he went off to Annapolis.

Once outside he dug his toes in the sand and felt a wave of homesickness wash over him. The sand was hot, but it felt good against his feet and he instinctively dug in, burying his feet into the cooler sand beneath the surface so he could gaze out across the bay.

To mainlanders all tropical islands probably looked the same, but Steve missed the lush mountains of home just as much as the long stretches of perfect beaches with frothy tubular waves beckoning to surfers old and new.

This wasn't home, but it was still a nice slice of it as a respite.

"Get your ass in here, Dog!" Nick yelled from the surf, beckoning to him. "Before your engine overheats just standing there!"

The last of Steve's tension fell away as the smile widened on his face and he ran to the water, fully intending on enjoying his brief leave as much as possible.

As soon as he was waist deep Nick tackled him in the waves, causing a playful wrestling match in the water. It only ended because they were both laughing so hard at how slippery Nick was with his suntan lotion on.

Floating on his back beside Nick, enjoying the coolness of the water and the sun beating down on his upturned face, Steve felt more safe and at peace than he had in years.

-

Eating fresh tropical fruit was never a delicate proposition, but Nick clearly didn't care about manners. The basket of mangoes and papayas was descended upon and Steve watched bemused as Nick gorged himself, careless of the juices running down his throat and onto his chest.

"What?" Nick finally said when he noticed Steve watching. "It's not like I'm not going back into the water after I'm done here! It'll wash off." As if to punctuate his sentence, he purposefully wiped a sticky hand against his bare thigh, making Steve lick his lips. His memory for taste was a strong one and Spain wasn't really that long ago. The idea of Nick tasting like fruit? Like home? Steve was sorely tempted to push him down on the couch and steal the juices from the surf who didn't deserve them after all.

"Earth to McGarrett!" Steve blinked as Nick tried to get his attention.

"What?"

"I was just saying, do you want to go into town for dinner or have something delivered so we can eat in."

"Eat in," Steve answered right away. "I don't want to have to get dressed up and deal with people if I don't have to."

"Which means you either plan on being naked or a slob," Nick teased. "Either of which, I'm all in favor. This is vacation after all!" He wiped his hands off on himself one last time. "I'm off! See you in the surf!"

Before Steve could respond Nick was back out the door and jogging to the water.

Steve had to wait a few minutes before his body recovered from the flush of interest watching Nick had brought up in him.

When he returned to the water this time it was him who started the next wrestling match, not minding at all that Nick was too slippery for him to get the upper hand.

-

"Damn, that was good..." Nick wiped his hands off on a napkin then slumped back onto the couch opposite Steve. "It usually takes a lot of fish to fill me up, but that was some kind of kebab heaven right there."

"My Dad makes the best marinated and grilled fish kebab," Steve countered even as he sunk into his sofa as well. "But this was pretty close."

"Nothing's ever as good as home for you, is it?" Nick teased. With a long breath he dragged himself off the couch and stood. "I'm going to go wash this Bullfrog off me."

He headed for the bungalow's bathroom as Steve called out after him.

"Don't use up all the hot water!"

"That's the plan," Nick called back, making Steve smile. It felt so easy sharing a space with him and once again Steve felt himself wondering what if.

Then he realized that with the limited heating system in the remote bungalow, it wasn't going to be hard at all to use up all the hot water.

Downing the last of his drink, Steve made sure the doors were locked and headed towards the bathroom himself, untying his swim trunks as he went through the door Nick had left open.

"I decided to lay claim to some of that hot water," he joshed, leaning against the jamb.

"Good," Nick's voice floated out of the steam. "I need someone to scrub this stuff off my back. It's like wax! A real bitch to scrub off."

It wasn't a request and there wasn't an acceptance of it either, but the message got through loud and clear.

Steve dropped his trunks and stepped into the shower behind Nick, feeling hot drops pelt his skin from the only partially blocked spray.

"Hand over the soap."

Nick handed over both a bar of soap and a loofah which Steve soaped up and started running over Nick's back.

"You look a little pink on the shoulders," Steve commented.

"It's just the loofah," Nick told him. "That thing will take off two layers of skin if you don't go easy."

"That's the revenge it takes for being taken from the ocean against its will," Steve said with a chuckle. "I figure we deserve it."

"You mean that sponge thing used to be alive?" Steve could see Nick faux shudder. "Creepy."

Despite being naked and sharing a shower, the energy between them was still more friendly than anything else, even as Steve gave Nick's back a good scrub down.

"There," he said when he finished. "You've been de-frogged."

"Thanks." Then Nick turned to face him in the small space and the energy shifted immediately, Steve's breath catching in his chest as Nick's erection grazed his thigh on the turn and brushed up against his own suddenly very interested cock. "This where I get to return the favor?"

No sound came out of Steve's mouth, but Nick didn't seem to care. His hands skated down Steve's wet body as he sank to his knees, pushing Steve up against the tile wall as he slid his lips down his rapidly hardening erection.

Steve let his head fall back, closing his eyes as his world quickly shrank to the feel of Nick's firm lips circling his cock: the taut suction, the flicking tongue, the wet heat of his throat around the sensitive head...

His fingertips scrabbled against the wall behind him but found no purchase, leaving him with a feeling of falling as Nick drove him over the edge much too easily. It had definitely been too long.

A little unsteady on his feet, he didn't protest at Nick's strong hands on his hips moving him, turning him to face the wall.

"You're in control out in the field," Nick's rough voice murmured in his ear as he pressed up behind him, cock rubbing impatiently between the globes of his ass. "But here? It's my turn to be in charge."

Steve let his forehead rest against the cool tile, his lack of response his tacit approval.

Soap slicked hands massaged his backside and he felt a stir of interest low in his belly as Nick's slippery cock skimmed up and down over the crevice of his ass, teasing but not entering.

Gripping fingers pulled him away from the wall a little, bending him and he held his breath, waiting...

The head of Nick's cock breached him so slowly he bit his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Thickness filling him, all he could do was try not to go taut, to stay relaxed until Nick was fully seated inside. He'd almost forgotten how good this felt, almost lost the sense memory being the one on top, but he trusted Nick with his life so this... This was easy in comparison.

The seesaw motion Nick started up was slow enough to allow Steve time to recover and after a short while he had enough of an erection for Nick to encourage with a slick fist wrapped around it.

Too much time without leave, too much tension, too much denying his body's needs...

Nick's breath came in ragged gasps against the back of Steve's neck; he was close too.

Bending over more, Steve started pushing back against him: increasing the pace, driving Nick deeper inside just where he wanted him.

"Fuck..." Nick's grip on his hip would surely leave bruises but right now it was all Steve wanted.

Taking the initiative back, Nick shifted his hips and started thrusting harder and faster, letting himself go in a frenzy of activity.

His hands on the tile barely holding him up, Steve's mouth fell open as his body went taut - air trapped in his lungs as every part of his body went rigid with electrical shocks of pleasure, the pounding of the water sounding distant in the white noise of his ears.

And then he broke, near collapsing just as Nick fell against him, drained by his own release. The wall held them both up, but just barely, their harsh pants almost perfectly in time - just another sign of how in step they always were.

Where one went the other followed.

-

"Any idea when you'll get your orders?"

They both lay naked on the white sheets, sprawled over the king sized bed, touching just enough to know where the other was.

"They already came in." Nick propped himself up on his elbow. "Just before we left for the airport."

Steve looked over at him, frowning. "Why didn't you tell me?" His creased forehead relaxed as understanding came to him. "They're sending you to the 'Stan as well, aren't they?"

"Worse," Nick tried for humor, but it fell flat. "Your unit."

Steve let out a long breath and stared at the ceiling.

"You should have told me."

"If I did," Nick moved in a little closer so he could draw a dawdling finger over Steve's tattoos. "You'd have gotten all messed up in the head and decided messing around was a bad idea. Am I wrong?"

Steve refrained from answering, not having a truthful answer that would help his cause.

"So sue me for a little selfishness," Nick continued. "Besides, I knew you needed a break and I figured why not facilitate it a little."

"By lying?"

"By withholding the truth for a little while."

Steve closed his eyes. Really, what had changed? They were still nothing to each other right now, not until they reported for duty in Afghanistan.

"Let it go, Dog," he heard Nick say beside him.

A quirk of a smile turned up the corner of Steve's lips.

He opened his eyes and turned to Nick, eyes playful as his own fingers reached out to skim along the dots of Nick's freckled pecs.

"So, we've got two more days. How about a morning swim then you can blow me on the beach?"

"Hmm..." Nick sounded like he was considering it. "I was kind of thinking of licking fresh mango juice off you during breakfast instead."

"Before you get all Bullfrogged?" Steve nodded. "I like that idea."

He adjusted the pillow beneath his head, finally letting himself relax and head towards sleep.

"I'm full of good ideas," Nick countered, bragging.

"You're full of something," Steve snarked, earning himself a kick.

A comfortable silence fell over the dark bedroom and both of their breathing patterns started to even out before Nick broke the silence.

"You know, I have no problem keeping on duty and off duty separate, so this only has to end in the 'Stan if you want it to. But if you can't deal with being in command of someone you're sleeping with on the side..."

Steve let a few breaths pass before he responded to Nick's insinuated offer.

"Don't worry," he said, a contented sleepiness tinging his voice. "I've got your back."

The crashing of the waves outside the window sounded like home and lulled him towards the peace of sleep, with only a few final words whispered over the sounds of the surf to send him off.

"I've got your back too."

-50-
 
 
 
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 14th, 2011 06:59 am (UTC)
Confession
New fandom!

This fic was written earlier this year as a little present for my slashwife melissima who is the number one Coop!Slut in Numb3rs, which carries over to the rest of Max Martini's roles including Nick Taylor on H50. It's part of a big backlog of completed fic I need to get off my arse and publish before the end of the year.

BTW, Bullfrog is a very good waterproof sunblock. /has a lifeguard ex who swore by it/ The idea came from the dialogue in the episode Max was in though.

Steve McGarrett: "No way! What's up, Bullfrog?"
Nick Taylor: "Smooth Dog, been a while."


AFAIK the Navy references are real and they do have a naval station in Rota, Spain.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
rubynyerubynye on September 14th, 2011 04:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
When I saw the freckle references I helplessly picturesd Mr. Mancini. So now I know that was intentional!

This is vv hot!
The Huntress: SteveCoolhuntress69 on September 14th, 2011 07:27 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much for writing this. I've mentioned them in passing, but have never read them slashed and you did a good job. I could so see them together after meeting Nick in canon. Thanks again and I am sending to Mems.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on September 14th, 2011 07:34 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading! I was all excited to see the comm already had a tag for this pairing, but when I clicked on it the only one that showed up other than mine had no Nick at all in it! /scratches head/

I just wish they didn't blow Nick's character in one episode. He would have made a nice recurring if they hadn't.
Andrea: audreysqueedizzydrea on September 14th, 2011 07:33 am (UTC)
I just read this, and all I can say is *guh*...

Alex O'Laughlin and Max Martini naked in bed? Sweet sassy molassy that's hot!

Really, that was a great way to end the day. I could totally believe this being the way it happened. Just one nit to pick: the dialog where Nick tells Steve that he's being reassigned back to Steve's team? I think you swapped their names. I reread it about five times and it makes tons more sense the other way.

Otherwise, I loved this! More please?
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on September 14th, 2011 07:38 am (UTC)
Thanks for the heads up on the name thing. I had the WORST time with this fic trying to get my names straight because I kept thinking of them as Alex and Max! I caught dozens of mistakes before I published and still didn't catch that part you saw. (Did I get all of them? I think I did.)

Mel will probably poke me to write more of these two, but I'm sad that it has to be preseries in order to work. /kicks writers who ruined Nick's character/
Andreadizzydrea on September 14th, 2011 08:17 am (UTC)
Thanks for the heads up on the name thing...(Did I get all of them? I think I did.)

Your welcome! I'd hope someone would do the same for me, so how could I do any less? That was the only mix-up I saw, so I think you're good.

Mel will probably poke me to write more of these two, but I'm sad that it has to be preseries in order to work. /kicks writers who ruined Nick's character/

Not to pour gasoline on an open flame, but you could go AU on these two. Supposing that Nick was on some deep cover op when he showed up and didn't turn out to be the jackass they wrote him to be. Because, yeah, I feel your pain. There's just not enough MM out there, and they had to both turn him into a traitor and a bastard? And then kill him off?! So. Not. Fair.
The Huntresshuntress69 on September 14th, 2011 10:30 am (UTC)
Supposing that Nick was on some deep cover op when he showed up and didn't turn out to be the jackass they wrote him to be.

I posted a bunny about that, because yeah, I agree, you bring him in then kill him off which sucks. And I insinuate in a fic that Nick (possibly) isn't dead. I'd love to see him come back, but of course he'd probably be working for Wo Fat LOL.
NavyVet90: 4 Fav BAMFsnavyvet90 on September 14th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
This was awesome! 2 hot, sexy characters together = Hawt!
I really enjoyed Max's work as Mack in The Unit. Great show. Never did find much slashfic in that fandom. Mack/Bob Brown would have been something else!
Too bad Nick Taylor ended up going to the dark side; I'm sure Steve felt utterly betrayed. We need more Steve/Nick fic from back when Nick was still a good guy.
Anyhoo, fabulous work, love your writing!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on September 14th, 2011 08:23 pm (UTC)
You're in luck! Not only do I write Unit fic, I've got a long Mack/Bob that I think works really well. (I noticed Eliot in your icon - I also write Leverage!) AFAIK unit_command is where all the Unit fic is, but just hit up my tags (and/or Memories which are about a year out of date sadly) and you'll see what I've got.

I'm bummed that they ruined Nick, but I suppose I could either AU him or stick with preseries. /kicks writers/

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
hawaii50fangirl: Steve → Lonely Pandahawaii50fangirl on September 15th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
I'm glad you wrote and posted this. I was not a big fan of Nick's character on the show, because of how things ended, but I enjoyed this piece. I'm in the line of people who want you to write more pre-series or AU. This side of Nick was delightful. I wonder how he would mix with Steve/Danny.
Donna Shannon Mariegem1n12505 on September 18th, 2011 01:04 am (UTC)
I loved the character and was sad they killed him off. I enjoyed the bad side to him and actually him and Steve fighting made me quite a bit horny. 2 sexy guys fighting mmm gotta say though I enjoyed this and it would be good to read more of it x