Inspired by pafhan’s prompt. It is a follow-up to this drabble. So, in case you haven’t noticed, it is more than acceptable to give me prompts for either O’Caan or McDanno drabbles. In fact, I encourage them!
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Alex thrummed behind Scott with his nervous energy as they walked into the building. He was all swinging arms and bouncing feet that it made Scott laugh a little. It was like bringing a little kid to a candy store, the way Alex’s face lit up when he entered the new environment, started thinking about the new skill he was going to learn.
That was something about Alex that Scott was immediately drawn to. He himself was always pushing for more, looking for more, wanting to express himself in different ways. He wrote, he took pictures, he acted. He got out on the water and surfed until everything around him disappeared.
Alex was no different; he was always up for trying something new, experiencing something unlike anything he’d ever done before, especially if it involved something physical. Surfing was the first thing. And Scott had to admit to being quite proud that he helped Alex got over his fear of surfing. It was a good thing too, because Alex was good regardless of what he said.
It only seemed natural after Alex had taught him how to shoot and Scott had taught him how to surf that they needed something new, a new hobby to introduce the other to. Jiu jitsu was the perfect next step. Scott couldn’t get enough of it and it was probably the only place that he would have the upper hand on Alex in a physical sense, and even if they were fucking each other eight ways to Sunday, it would still make Scott a smug bastard to pin Alex down in front of a whole group of people.
And then fuck him eight ways to Sunday when they got home.
Scott introduced him to everyone and explained a few of the basics to Alex before going a few practice rounds with a partner he’d worked with for a while. They each allowed the other the opportunity to practice the basic holds and throws before they started to really go at each other. Scott had him pinned almost instantly. When Scott stood back up, a little out of breath, the look on Alex’s face was priceless. His eyes were cloudy, mouth formed into a tiny ‘o,’ and his hands were up in front of him like he was about to clap.
Scott laughed, “You’re going to need to stay focused if you’re ever going to beat me.”
Alex shook the goofy face away and soon his razor-focus eyes were back; Scott had issued a challenge, and Alex never backed down from a challenge.
After they had finished, both a sweaty mess, Scott asked Alex why he had caught him staring gaped-mouth a few times, teased him because there was no way he was ever going to pin him if he didn’t focus.
Alex blushed and mumbled something Scott didn’t quite catch the first time.
“I couldn’t stop staring at you.”
“At me?”
“That guy you sparred with at the beginning was almost twice your size and you pinned him in about thirty seconds. It was impressive.”
Scott waved him off, “Jiu jitsu actually gives the upper hand to the smaller guys what with all the ground fighting.”
“Yeah, I liked the ground fighting,” Alex said with a hint of lust in his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Well, I liked your legs wrapped around me. I think that could come in handy other places too.”
It took Alex six months before he pinned Scott for the first time, but it only took him six hours before his legs were wrapped around Scott’s naked body, yelling at him to move faster.
I know it’s really late. Don’t shoot me. This is based on a picture of Scott and Alex from a CBS party recently where they are both wearing funky socks. At this moment I am too lazy to find the link. I will try and find it tomorrow.
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“You always copy me,” Scott whined across the table, “Why do you have to make it so obvious that we’re together?”
Alex, for his part, looked perplexed and slightly hurt. He never understood why it was always such a problem when he did something that made people raise their eyebrows a little and smirk in their direction.
Scott was acting like their relationship had gotten them a lot of negative backlash, which it most certainly did not.
In fact, it seemed like most people had thought they’d been dating long before they actually started dating.
“I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Alex replied as he picked at the salad in front of him.
“Well, you could be more respectful of my feelings.”
“I’m always respectful of your feelings except for when they’re insane.”
“My feelings are not insane. I just don’t want to constantly broadcast our relationship; it’s private.”
“You never seemed embarrassed to talk about relationships before.”
“Are you implying that I’m hiding this more because you’re a guy?”
“Yes.”
“Babe, I’ve been over the big gay freak-out thing for years, don’t flatter yourself.” Scott slid his chair away from the table, threw some money down for the check and walked off, leaving a stunned Alex still seated with his fork poised halfway between the plate and his open mouth.
Composing himself quickly, he followed after Scott, catching up to him in the parking lot. “Hey, look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think you would get so upset. I’ve just really enjoyed wearing them ever since I accidently put a pair of your socks on that one time for the interview. You know, they say imitation is the highest form of flattery.”
“Go fuck yourself, O’Loughlin, and get in the car,” Scott said with no bite behind his curse.
Alex grinned and walked around to the passenger side.
“Smug really isn’t a good look for you.”
Alex just laughed in reply.
This drabble is inspired by and for Bubbles because she requested it :) Enjoy! Even if it is a few days late!
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“C’mon, mate, you’ve gotten constructive criticism before and you always roll with it,” Alex said to try and soothe his friend’s ruffled feathers, “Why is this bothering you so much?”
“I’ve never shot a gun or held one for that matter except in movies. I don’t like them, so it’s hard for me to feel comfortable walking around carrying one all the time.”
“Why don’t you go to the gun range, get some practice in with some real guns? We’re only two episodes into shooting; if you keep this up the show isn’t going to last an entire season because no one will believe that Danno is a seasoned cop since he winces every time the gun is fired.”
Scott just glared up at Alex from his seated position on the couch, “What part of ‘I don’t like guns’ didn’t get through your thick Aussie skull?”
Alex just smirked that goddamn ridiculous smirk that had Scott’s blood burning a little too warm for his liking below his skin. He wasn’t going to sit there and admit that going to a gun range with Alex wouldn’t be all that bad because then he would have to seriously think about these feelings and that wasn’t really something he was all that interested in delving into, if he’s honest.
“I’ll come with you and show you the basics. We’ll just shoot the two or three guns Danny’s most likely to use in the show, two hours tops, promise.”
And that was how Scott found himself at the gun range the following Saturday with a tall and gorgeous (yeah, he admits it now) Aussie pushed up against his back as he’s showing Scott the basics of pulling the trigger on a gun.
“This gun won’t have a lot of recoil, but it will have some. Just brace yourself for it and you should be fine.”
Taking a step back, as his front was pressed solidly up against Scott’s back, Alex cleared his throat, scratching at the red flush beginning to creep up his neck, “Yeah, so remember to pull the trigger quickly and brace for the recoil.”
Scott, too preoccupied with the deadly weapon in his hand, didn’t take the time to examine that reaction, and instead tried to focus on the target in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he centered the gun in front of his chest, but he chickened out at the last second, dropping the gun onto the table in front of him. He turned back to Alex, “Man, I can’t. I don’t like guns and I don’t want to look like a complete moron.”
“You’re going to look like a complete moron on national television if you don’t try, so pick it back up and just shoot. This is a shooting range, completely safe.”
Scott could feel Alex’s eyes on him as he raised the gun a second time.
“Hold on,” Alex said as he stepped forward, placing his left arm against Scott’s elbow. “Raise this arm a little higher.”
Scott did as he was told, much more aware of the body heat radiating through Alex’s t-shirt and jeans than he cared to admit, and couldn’t help the blush that flushed his cheeks as Alex pushed his leg between Scott’s legs, nudging against his right one, “Spread your legs a little more.”
Scott, embarrassment be damned, turned around to look at Alex. There was a look on the taller man’s face he wasn’t expecting, lust-filled eyes and a small smile playing on Alex’s face.
“Um,” Scott said stupidly.
Luckily, Alex got his wits about him faster than Scott and bent down to capture his mouth in a kiss.
“If this is your idea of a date,” Scott said after they pulled away, “Don’t even begin to think you’re getting anywhere near my pants.”
Alex laughed as he pressed his forehead against Scott’s, “This was not a date. Trust me, when it’s a date, you’ll know.”
Scott’s willing to admit, he was looking forward to that.
O’Caan icons → requested by Anonymous
They look more relax with their easy smile than from the TCAs party.
and the fact that they can’t keep their hands off of each other.
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‘We saw that chemistry in the first time Alex and Scott met - they really do love each other,’ - Peter Lenkov Exectoive Producer of Hawaii Five-0
Why are you holding me?
Scott Caan & Alex O’Loughlin buck the No Socks at #TCAs12 trend (they made me take this photo) #H50 http://lockerz.com/s/229423432
