Disclaimer: See initial chapter.

A/N: Inspired by Mikey Bustos' parody of "Despacito" called "I Wear Speedos". Of all the songs I listened to this afternoon, this is the one my brain decided to be inspired by. It's a fun song. This is kind of a silly chapter.

"Uh, Danno, what're those?" Steve blinks in astonishment at his partner. mouth dry, palms sweaty.

"What? You don't like what I'm wearing?" Danny asks. He spins around and shakes his ass in Steve's face, earning a sub-vocal growl from his partner.

"Danny." Steve's voice sounds strained, and Danny smirks when he turns around and sees the hungry look on his partner's face and the telltale bulge in his board-shorts.

"What? This bothering you?" Danny moves closer to Steve, grabs him by the chin and forces his eyes to look up at his face. "Hey, eyes up here, animal."

Steve swallows and groans. "Danny," he whines.

Shaking his head, Danny presses a kiss to Steve's lips, then steps away and runs down the stairs and out the backdoor to the lanai. He's only a few steps ahead of Steve, having caught him off guard (not easy to do when your partner is an ex-Navy SEAL).

He makes it one step into the ocean before Steve is upon him, tackling him into the surf. Laughing at the possessive look in Steve's eyes, Danny wraps his legs around Steve's middle and tries but fails to wrestle his partner into the shallow water. After a little bit of tricky maneuvering, he does manage to wriggle out of Steve's hold and swim a few feet away from his partner.

"Uh, uh, you can look, but you can't touch," Danny says, striking a pose that shows off his biceps and his package.

"You trying to kill me, here, Danno?" Steve asks, eyes glittering darkly with lust rather than anger as he stalks closer to Danny.

"What, can't control your libido?" Danny teases.

"You're evil," Steve says, circling his partner like a shark circling its prey.

Smiling, Danny turns to keep pace with Steve. "I hardly think that I'm evil. I'm just working on my tan, besides these make me look macho."

"Is that so?" Steve's grin is shark-like, and Danny swallows thickly.

Nodding, Danny soon finds himself tackled yet again. Muscled legs wrap around him, and he goes down, hard. He laughs when Steve lifts him bodily from the water and carries him out of the ocean, water sluicing from their bodies in sparkling rivulets.

They don't make it far, just to one of the Adirondack chairs on the lanai. Danny's red speedos are a casualty in Steve's haste to help his partner strip down to nothing. Steve's board-shorts don't survive long either. Their lovemaking is fueled with a passionate lust that leaves both of them breathless and completely sapped of strength afterward.

"You gonna replace those?" Danny's question is answered with an affirmative grunt, and he sighs in contentment, enjoying the warm breeze and the possessive way that Steve's arms are wrapped around him, their naked bodies entwined.

"If you admit that you only bought them to torment me," Steve says after a moment's pause.

"If I'd known that all it would take was a pair of speedos to torture you, I'd have bought a pair years ago," Danny admits.

"You can't wear them in public." Steve's voice is matter-of-fact, as though he's speaking law.

Danny raises an eyebrow and gives Steve a challenging look.

"C'mon, Danno, you know they're not dignified beachwear," Steve pleads when he sees the mulish look in Danny's eyes.

"Not, not dignified?" Danny sputters. He attempts to pull away from Steve, but Steve holds him closer. "I'll have you know that I bought those because I liked the way they fit and -"

"Fine," Steve interrupts. "Fine, if I admit that the reason I don't want you to wear them in public is completely personal will you consent to wear a sensible pair of board-shorts when we're out in public?"

Danny relaxes a little and searches Steve's eyes before narrowing his own. "Speedos are sensible," he says, though he does stop fighting Steve's hold.

"Danny, they're sex magnets," Steve says.

Lips twitching, Danny manages to keep a straight face when he repeats, "Sex magnets?"

Steve shrugs and nods, looks away before giving Danny an almost pained look. "When I saw you in them, all I could think about was getting you out of them and -"

"Pounding me into the surf?" Danny asks.

"You're evil," Steve repeats his earlier accusation. "You knew all along what you were doing to me, admit it."

"I'll admit to nothing of the sort," Danny says. "You, on the other hand," Danny says, punctuating his words with playful jabs into Steve's chest, "have to learn to control your libido. You were an animal."

"Only because you made me one," Steve says, lips turned downward into a pout.

"That's rich," Danny says. "Who tore off my speedos and completely ruined them?"

"Who ruined my board-shorts?" Steve counters.

"Those were already damaged," Danny says. "I was doing you a favor."

"Doing me a favor?" Steve asks, propping himself up on an elbow. "Well, if you were doing me a favor, I was doing everyone on the island of Oahu a favor by ripping those...those eyesores to shreds."

"Eyesores?" Danny gives Steve an incredulous look. "Your swim trunks had so many holes in them that I'm surprised you didn't get cited for indecent exposure."

"Indecent exposure?" Steve points a finger at the torn remainders of Danny's ruined speedo. "That's the very definition of a speedo, my friend."

Danny snorts and crosses his arms over his chest as he rolls away from where he'd been draped across Steve's body. "And here I thought they were 'sex magnets'." Danny adds air quotes around the phrase Steve had used to describe the speedos just minutes earlier.

"Look," Steve says with a sigh. "I'm sorry, can you just not wear speedos out in public?"

"I like how they felt," Danny says, frowning. "They gave me a sense of freedom, and they made me feel sexy."

"You are sexy," Steve says. "With or without speedos. You're the sexiest man I know."

"So, technically, it shouldn't matter where I wear speedos," Danny says. "I mean since I'm the sexiest man alive and all that, it really shouldn't matter what I wear or who I wear it in front of."

"That's not what I said." Steve sighs, and Danny can practically hear an eye roll accompanying Steve's words.

"So, I'm not the sexiest man you know?" Danny asks.

"Stop putting words in my mouth." Steve growls and moves to straddle Danny. "You are sexy, and you know it. I just don't want you flaunting yourself all over the island."

"Flaunting? Really, Steven, flaunting?" Danny keeps his arms crossed over his chest, though he can't keep the smile tugging at the corner of his lips from his face.

"Yes, flaunting." Steve's stare is dark and intense. "You can't really blame me for wanting to keep that fine ass all to myself, can you, Danno?"

"Well, considering it's my fine ass, and technically not your fine ass, I think I can do whatever I want to with it," Danny says. "Up to, and including, flaunting."

"You're a tease," Steve says, leaning down and capturing Danny's mouth in a searing kiss. "Please, Danny..."

"Please what, Steve?" Danny asks when he can breathe again.

"Please promise me that you'll only wear speedos for me?" Steve begs.

Shaking his head, and chuckling, Danny pulls Steve down for a lingering kiss.

"Tell you what I'm going to do," Danny says after a pause, he smiles at the beseeching look in Steve's eyes. "Since you asked so nicely, fine, I'll only wear speedos for you, though I've got to tell you that if you keep ripping through them like they're nothing more than paper, you're going to be the one buying them."

"I'll buy you all the speedos you want, Danno," Steve promises. "Just so long as you wear them for my eyes only."

"For your eyes only," Danny agrees.