Who Knew? - fic
Title: Who Knew?
Characters: Danny/Martin
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: NC-17
Hands shaking, Martin fumbled in the pocket of his over coat for his front door keys. He had left the office as soon as he could, his mind numb after the
matters with the child molester, Spaulding. Simply needing to get back to the safety of his apartment.
His emerging feelings for his co-worker Danny smothered by the emotional filth he had been wading through these past few days.
Throwing his jacket and keys on the chair in the hallway he walked through to the kitchen, ignoring the blinking message light on his answering machine.
He knew the only call would be from his father. Martin laughed to himself bitterly, as he imagined his fathers reaction to the fact that he had a gay son who was in love with an as far as he knew, straight co-worker.
Grabbing a beer out of the fridge Martin walked through to the living room, through the large plate glass window there was a wonderful view of uptown New York; this late in the evening the lights were like fireflies blinking in the night.
A knock at the door roused Martin from his thoughts of the beauty of the view, something he had never appreciated until this point.
Uncertainty started rising from his belly - as far as he knew his father was in Washington - the only other people who had access to his home address were his co-workers.
Thoughts raced through his head, he didn’t want to see Viv or Sam, they would only natter on with meaningless platitudes, they all had their demons, issues which they found particularly had to deal with, this was one of Martins many.
“Who is it?” he asked
“Martin, open up” Oh God he thought, Danny was the last person he wanted to see right now - he was walking an emotional tightrope as it was, seeing Danny would inevitably push him off it, and he didn’t like to think where that would lead.
Martin opened the door. Danny looked at his co-worker - where to go from here, he wondered. His immediate thought was to hug Martin; he wanted to chase away the demons.
“Can I come in” he asked softly. Martin simply walked away, leaving Danny standing at the door. Grabbing a bottle of scotch and a glass, he sat down again.
“Planning on drinking yourself into oblivion” Danny asked from the hallway.
“You got something else planned”
You don’t want to know, Danny thought. Martins blue eyes, already hazy with alcohol holding Danny’s darker ones in an accusatory way.
“Mind if I grab a beer?”
“You know where they are” Martin replied.
Danny took off his coat and hung it up; he fetched a beer from the fridge and settled down next to Martin on the large black leather sofa.
Danny was relieved Martin was in a conversational mood - not that that was a regular occurrence. Before he said or did anything else he had to get his thoughts straight in his head. He was fairly certain that Martin felt something for him, he had often felt those shining blue eyes boring into the back of him when Martin felt he wasn’t looking. At the same time he was sure that Martin didn’t know he was gay. It wasn’t something he advertised, in today’s equal opportunity society it still didn’t often help your cause if you were a guy to advertise that you enjoyed sticking it up another guy’s ass - particularly if you wanted to get on in your job.
What’s to lose Danny thought, he thought it unlikely that Martin would take offence to any advances even if he were wrong. When he was sober Martin easy-going about most things.
Danny didn’t want to take advantage of Martin though; he had to make sure that he hadn’t drunk enough to not know what he was doing.
Danny felt Martin’s thigh move next to his, Martin placed his empty glass on the side table and lay his head back, closing his eyes.
Here goes, Danny thought, moving his hand onto Martin’s thigh. “Martin?” he whispered.
Martin looked up, blue eyes remarkably clear, perhaps I got here in time Danny thought. A questioning puzzlement in his eyes. Re-assurement was what was needed Danny thought. He smiled up at Martin softly.
“I didn’t know” Martin said, so quietly that Danny wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t been listening.
“I know” Danny smiled, more confident now, of Martin’s understanding.
Danny shifted up, aiming for Martin’s lips, they met. Martin’s lips were soft, warm, tasting of expensive scotch and more erotically, simply tasting of Martin. Danny knew, what he had been wondering about since the first day Martin had walked into the FBI office, what Martin tasted like.
Even more Danny realised Martin knew what he was doing, his tongue meeting Danny’s in a forceful erotic dance, mapping out the inside of Danny’s mouth. Martin needed this, Danny realised, he needed this to wipe away the filth of the last few days, he decided to let Martin take the lead. Danny moaned into Martin’s mouth, as hands were un-doing his tie. It was flung across the room.
“Martin, Martin” Danny whispered, desperately trying to pull his mouth away from martin’s questing tongue. Danny wha . . .”
“shall we take this somewhere more comfortable” Danny asked. Martin blushed, then quickly stood up, grabbing Danny’s hand and dragging him off the sofa, pulling him down the hallways into the bedroom. “Mmm . . .” Martin’s mouth found Danny’s ears and neck, his hands working at the buttons of the shirt. Martin pushed Danny down onto the large oak four-poster bed, which filled the large bedroom. Danny’s mind already heading for that blissful state, all he could think about was that warm searching mouth and the hands which seemed to be touching every sensitive part of him at the same time. His dick, was pushing painfully against his trousers, then he felt Martin, roughly undoing his belt and zip, he seemed so desperate, to feel and taste every part of Danny. Danny groaned as Martin freed his dick, and screamed as a hot mouth suddenly deep- throated him. “Danny, please, please, come for me” Danny managed to look up, at Martin, who had tears streaming down his face. Martin’s head lowered again,
“Martin, no, I want you to fuck me” Martin looked up, a smile flickering over his face. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a tube, Danny felt a cold, slick finger enter him loosening him, he whimpered as Martin’s finger left him. He felt Martin’s cock at his entrance, then slowly pushing into him, burning as always. Martin, he though, he had never believed this would happen, this beautiful wonderful man, and him. At that point, all coherent thought left him as Martin unerringly nailed his prostate, again and again, almost brutally. Danny looked up, Martin’s eyes were glazed, his hair wild. Then, stars burst across his vision, as he came, Martin, groaned he couldn’t believe it, he was inside Danny, so tight, so hot, so amazing, Danny spasemed around his dick, and he came, harder than he had ever done before.
Martin came to, he was lying on top of Danny, he felt calm, for the first time in days, he smiled softly and closed his eyes.
Characters: Danny/Martin
Fandom: Without a Trace
Rating: NC-17
Hands shaking, Martin fumbled in the pocket of his over coat for his front door keys. He had left the office as soon as he could, his mind numb after the
matters with the child molester, Spaulding. Simply needing to get back to the safety of his apartment.
His emerging feelings for his co-worker Danny smothered by the emotional filth he had been wading through these past few days.
Throwing his jacket and keys on the chair in the hallway he walked through to the kitchen, ignoring the blinking message light on his answering machine.
He knew the only call would be from his father. Martin laughed to himself bitterly, as he imagined his fathers reaction to the fact that he had a gay son who was in love with an as far as he knew, straight co-worker.
Grabbing a beer out of the fridge Martin walked through to the living room, through the large plate glass window there was a wonderful view of uptown New York; this late in the evening the lights were like fireflies blinking in the night.
A knock at the door roused Martin from his thoughts of the beauty of the view, something he had never appreciated until this point.
Uncertainty started rising from his belly - as far as he knew his father was in Washington - the only other people who had access to his home address were his co-workers.
Thoughts raced through his head, he didn’t want to see Viv or Sam, they would only natter on with meaningless platitudes, they all had their demons, issues which they found particularly had to deal with, this was one of Martins many.
“Who is it?” he asked
“Martin, open up” Oh God he thought, Danny was the last person he wanted to see right now - he was walking an emotional tightrope as it was, seeing Danny would inevitably push him off it, and he didn’t like to think where that would lead.
Martin opened the door. Danny looked at his co-worker - where to go from here, he wondered. His immediate thought was to hug Martin; he wanted to chase away the demons.
“Can I come in” he asked softly. Martin simply walked away, leaving Danny standing at the door. Grabbing a bottle of scotch and a glass, he sat down again.
“Planning on drinking yourself into oblivion” Danny asked from the hallway.
“You got something else planned”
You don’t want to know, Danny thought. Martins blue eyes, already hazy with alcohol holding Danny’s darker ones in an accusatory way.
“Mind if I grab a beer?”
“You know where they are” Martin replied.
Danny took off his coat and hung it up; he fetched a beer from the fridge and settled down next to Martin on the large black leather sofa.
Danny was relieved Martin was in a conversational mood - not that that was a regular occurrence. Before he said or did anything else he had to get his thoughts straight in his head. He was fairly certain that Martin felt something for him, he had often felt those shining blue eyes boring into the back of him when Martin felt he wasn’t looking. At the same time he was sure that Martin didn’t know he was gay. It wasn’t something he advertised, in today’s equal opportunity society it still didn’t often help your cause if you were a guy to advertise that you enjoyed sticking it up another guy’s ass - particularly if you wanted to get on in your job.
What’s to lose Danny thought, he thought it unlikely that Martin would take offence to any advances even if he were wrong. When he was sober Martin easy-going about most things.
Danny didn’t want to take advantage of Martin though; he had to make sure that he hadn’t drunk enough to not know what he was doing.
Danny felt Martin’s thigh move next to his, Martin placed his empty glass on the side table and lay his head back, closing his eyes.
Here goes, Danny thought, moving his hand onto Martin’s thigh. “Martin?” he whispered.
Martin looked up, blue eyes remarkably clear, perhaps I got here in time Danny thought. A questioning puzzlement in his eyes. Re-assurement was what was needed Danny thought. He smiled up at Martin softly.
“I didn’t know” Martin said, so quietly that Danny wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t been listening.
“I know” Danny smiled, more confident now, of Martin’s understanding.
Danny shifted up, aiming for Martin’s lips, they met. Martin’s lips were soft, warm, tasting of expensive scotch and more erotically, simply tasting of Martin. Danny knew, what he had been wondering about since the first day Martin had walked into the FBI office, what Martin tasted like.
Even more Danny realised Martin knew what he was doing, his tongue meeting Danny’s in a forceful erotic dance, mapping out the inside of Danny’s mouth. Martin needed this, Danny realised, he needed this to wipe away the filth of the last few days, he decided to let Martin take the lead. Danny moaned into Martin’s mouth, as hands were un-doing his tie. It was flung across the room.
“Martin, Martin” Danny whispered, desperately trying to pull his mouth away from martin’s questing tongue. Danny wha . . .”
“shall we take this somewhere more comfortable” Danny asked. Martin blushed, then quickly stood up, grabbing Danny’s hand and dragging him off the sofa, pulling him down the hallways into the bedroom. “Mmm . . .” Martin’s mouth found Danny’s ears and neck, his hands working at the buttons of the shirt. Martin pushed Danny down onto the large oak four-poster bed, which filled the large bedroom. Danny’s mind already heading for that blissful state, all he could think about was that warm searching mouth and the hands which seemed to be touching every sensitive part of him at the same time. His dick, was pushing painfully against his trousers, then he felt Martin, roughly undoing his belt and zip, he seemed so desperate, to feel and taste every part of Danny. Danny groaned as Martin freed his dick, and screamed as a hot mouth suddenly deep- throated him. “Danny, please, please, come for me” Danny managed to look up, at Martin, who had tears streaming down his face. Martin’s head lowered again,
“Martin, no, I want you to fuck me” Martin looked up, a smile flickering over his face. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a tube, Danny felt a cold, slick finger enter him loosening him, he whimpered as Martin’s finger left him. He felt Martin’s cock at his entrance, then slowly pushing into him, burning as always. Martin, he though, he had never believed this would happen, this beautiful wonderful man, and him. At that point, all coherent thought left him as Martin unerringly nailed his prostate, again and again, almost brutally. Danny looked up, Martin’s eyes were glazed, his hair wild. Then, stars burst across his vision, as he came, Martin, groaned he couldn’t believe it, he was inside Danny, so tight, so hot, so amazing, Danny spasemed around his dick, and he came, harder than he had ever done before.
Martin came to, he was lying on top of Danny, he felt calm, for the first time in days, he smiled softly and closed his eyes.