New Challenge-fic: Surprise! (CSI:NY, Mac/Don/Danny)
Title: Surprise!
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny (Macadamia…)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Don and Danny have a surprise for Mac…
Authors Notes: Oh so inspired by real life. And for Ginny, because I promised something relatively fluffy days ago…hope this is okay. I know it's not really fluffy...
Written for the challenge at
csi_triads.
***
"Oh my God, this can’t be happening…“ Mac said and dropped his bag where he stood. “I’m dreaming. Please, say this is a dream…”
He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the sight that had greeted him when he had entered his apartment, and so he finally settled on a compromise and just shook his head again and again.
Danny looked up from what he was doing and blinked innocently. “Mac! What a surprise!” he exclaimed and elbowed Don in the side.
“Ow! Messer!” Don looked up and unsuccessfully tried to hide the brush behind his back, in a futile attempt to make it look as if nothing unusual was happening. “Mac! What are you doing here?”
Mac would have sat down, but his furniture had been moved out of the way and covered with plastic, and sitting down on the floor seemed to be a bit of an extreme. “What am I doing here? I live here…at least I thought so,” he answered weakly.
“Yeahyeahyeah, we know,” Danny took over and pushed his glasses up his nose, leaving a broad stripe of pale yellow on his nose. “But we weren’t expecting you back today.”
“I can see that.” Mac shook his head again. “What are you two doing here, exactly?”
Don and Danny shared a brief look. “It was meant as a surprise,” Don finally said and held up the brush, not caring about the paint that dripped on the floor. Mac opened his mouth about complaining about it, but the floor was liberally covered with old newspapers that were already sprayed with paint in yellow, white, and even red.
“We thought you’d stay for another two days,” Danny confessed. “And we wanted to surprise you.”
“You wanted to surprise me,” Mac repeated. He still couldn’t believe it. He had been in war zones that hadn’t looked as bad as his living room did at the moment.
“Yeah,” Danny said with a hopeful expression on his face and picked up another brush, dripping with red paint.
“Danny…” Mac started and hesitated. “This can’t be happening.”
“Ah, come on, Mac, it’s not that bad. I picked the colors and design. Don is only doing what I’m telling him to, and he wasn’t allowed to help picking the paint. There’s nothing to fear.” Danny waved his brush in excitement, spraying not only the newspaper on the floor, but also Don, who unfortunately stood in his way.
“Messer, watch it!” Don jumped back, tripping over a can of paint.
“I’m going to close my eyes now, and count to three, and when I open them again, my apartment will look normal again, and this will be a nightmare I can laugh about tomorrow morning, all right?”
Again Don and Danny shared a brief look, and then Don shrugged and put the brush down. “Sorry, Mac, not gonna happen…unless you count real slowly.”
“Then explain to me, at least, what you’re doing here?” Mac said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He briefly considered leaning against the wall, but the bright colors and the tape stopped him from even trying.
“We thought about doing something nice for you,” Danny shrugged and returned his attention to the wall. Putting the final touches to his masterpiece, he continued explaining: “Since you helped Don with his carpet and me with the bed.”
“And you decided to turn my apartment in a war zone for that?” Mac asked and looked around again.
“Now, Mac, that’s not fair,” Danny protested and took a step back to admire his handiwork. “We took a day off just to get this finished before you came home…and if you’d played along and stayed away like you said you wanted to do, we would have finished this and put the furniture back where it belongs.”
“Let me put this straight,” Mac held a hand up. “You wanted to paint my living room, and you took a day off?”
“I did,” Don agreed. “Danny just told Stella what we planned, and she gave him two days.”
“But I was only three days gone,” Mac protested and narrowed his eyes. “How long have you planned this?”
“For a long time,” Danny smiled and put the brush down. “See? All done.”
He took off his glasses to inspect the paint stains on them, leaving red streaks all over his cheeks.
“I still don’t get it. Why would you do that?” Mac asked and took a careful step into the room, getting his first good look at the paint job.
“By the time we finished the white fields, we both were ready to murder someone,” Danny revealed - and bit his lip nervously. Aiden’s death was still bothering all of them. “But luckily we found something else to concentrate our energies on.” He winked at Don.
“Yes,” Don agreed. “What do you think?”
It didn’t look half-bad, Mac had to admit. Three walls were finished, but on the fourth one, where Danny had painted only moments ago, was still tape, and the paint was not quite dry. And he remembered telling them that his living room needed a paint job, but that had been weeks ago…
“You are … unbelievable,” he finally said and watched as twin grins broke out on their faces.
“You like it, then?” Danny asked nervously. “If you don’t like it, we still have white…”
“It’s great,” Mac admitted and turned around to take in the whole masterpiece. The walls were, again, white, not gray, and a thin bright red and yellow stripe was painted on it, at the height of his head. It really looked good.
“It’s…very bright,” he said carefully.
“Yeah,” Danny scratched his head, leaving red streaks in his hair. “But you said yourself that the place looked dark. I thought…” he stopped and looked at his fingers with a frown.
“You know, Mac, that still doesn’t answer the question what you’re doing here,” Don put in softly.
Mac sighed. “I missed you,” he admitted. “So I cut the conference short.”
Danny took a step towards him and hesitated. “I would hug you, but your clothes might get dirty,” he said with an apologetic look.
Don nodded. “We didn’t really say hello,” he noticed. “But that’s a nice suit, we wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
Mac shook his head again. He was doing that a lot today, he thought, but what was he supposed to do, with two lovers like Danny and Don?
“You could take it off,” Danny suggested and wiped his still red hand on his stomach.
Mac chuckled. “I could,” he agreed. “although I still fail to see why you’re painting my living room - naked.”
His lovers shrugged. “We didn’t want to get our clothes dirty,” Don finally said. “You just saw for yourself what a mess Danny made.”
“Yeah,” Mac nodded and before Danny could do more than open his mouth to protest, he shrugged out of his jacket. “You look like a pair of Indians on the warpath.”
Danny smirked and wiped his fingers over Don’s face, leaving more streaks of red. “We need to take a shower,” he said. “Care to join us?”
“Yeah,” Don added and grinned. “Hey, Mac? If we’re the Indians, does that mean that you’re the cowboy?”
“Kinky,” Danny grinned and carefully brushed his lips over Mac’s before disappearing in the general direction of the bathroom. “You know what they say?”
Mac unbuttoned his shirt and toed off his shoes - because, what else was he supposed to do, with two lovers like Danny and Don?”
“What do they say?” he asked and carefully kissed Don too before following them in the bathroom.
Danny smiled happily and held up the tube of lube. “Save a horse - ride a cowboy.”
The End.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny (Macadamia…)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Don and Danny have a surprise for Mac…
Authors Notes: Oh so inspired by real life. And for Ginny, because I promised something relatively fluffy days ago…hope this is okay. I know it's not really fluffy...
Written for the challenge at
csi_triads.
***
"Oh my God, this can’t be happening…“ Mac said and dropped his bag where he stood. “I’m dreaming. Please, say this is a dream…”
He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the sight that had greeted him when he had entered his apartment, and so he finally settled on a compromise and just shook his head again and again.
Danny looked up from what he was doing and blinked innocently. “Mac! What a surprise!” he exclaimed and elbowed Don in the side.
“Ow! Messer!” Don looked up and unsuccessfully tried to hide the brush behind his back, in a futile attempt to make it look as if nothing unusual was happening. “Mac! What are you doing here?”
Mac would have sat down, but his furniture had been moved out of the way and covered with plastic, and sitting down on the floor seemed to be a bit of an extreme. “What am I doing here? I live here…at least I thought so,” he answered weakly.
“Yeahyeahyeah, we know,” Danny took over and pushed his glasses up his nose, leaving a broad stripe of pale yellow on his nose. “But we weren’t expecting you back today.”
“I can see that.” Mac shook his head again. “What are you two doing here, exactly?”
Don and Danny shared a brief look. “It was meant as a surprise,” Don finally said and held up the brush, not caring about the paint that dripped on the floor. Mac opened his mouth about complaining about it, but the floor was liberally covered with old newspapers that were already sprayed with paint in yellow, white, and even red.
“We thought you’d stay for another two days,” Danny confessed. “And we wanted to surprise you.”
“You wanted to surprise me,” Mac repeated. He still couldn’t believe it. He had been in war zones that hadn’t looked as bad as his living room did at the moment.
“Yeah,” Danny said with a hopeful expression on his face and picked up another brush, dripping with red paint.
“Danny…” Mac started and hesitated. “This can’t be happening.”
“Ah, come on, Mac, it’s not that bad. I picked the colors and design. Don is only doing what I’m telling him to, and he wasn’t allowed to help picking the paint. There’s nothing to fear.” Danny waved his brush in excitement, spraying not only the newspaper on the floor, but also Don, who unfortunately stood in his way.
“Messer, watch it!” Don jumped back, tripping over a can of paint.
“I’m going to close my eyes now, and count to three, and when I open them again, my apartment will look normal again, and this will be a nightmare I can laugh about tomorrow morning, all right?”
Again Don and Danny shared a brief look, and then Don shrugged and put the brush down. “Sorry, Mac, not gonna happen…unless you count real slowly.”
“Then explain to me, at least, what you’re doing here?” Mac said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He briefly considered leaning against the wall, but the bright colors and the tape stopped him from even trying.
“We thought about doing something nice for you,” Danny shrugged and returned his attention to the wall. Putting the final touches to his masterpiece, he continued explaining: “Since you helped Don with his carpet and me with the bed.”
“And you decided to turn my apartment in a war zone for that?” Mac asked and looked around again.
“Now, Mac, that’s not fair,” Danny protested and took a step back to admire his handiwork. “We took a day off just to get this finished before you came home…and if you’d played along and stayed away like you said you wanted to do, we would have finished this and put the furniture back where it belongs.”
“Let me put this straight,” Mac held a hand up. “You wanted to paint my living room, and you took a day off?”
“I did,” Don agreed. “Danny just told Stella what we planned, and she gave him two days.”
“But I was only three days gone,” Mac protested and narrowed his eyes. “How long have you planned this?”
“For a long time,” Danny smiled and put the brush down. “See? All done.”
He took off his glasses to inspect the paint stains on them, leaving red streaks all over his cheeks.
“I still don’t get it. Why would you do that?” Mac asked and took a careful step into the room, getting his first good look at the paint job.
“By the time we finished the white fields, we both were ready to murder someone,” Danny revealed - and bit his lip nervously. Aiden’s death was still bothering all of them. “But luckily we found something else to concentrate our energies on.” He winked at Don.
“Yes,” Don agreed. “What do you think?”
It didn’t look half-bad, Mac had to admit. Three walls were finished, but on the fourth one, where Danny had painted only moments ago, was still tape, and the paint was not quite dry. And he remembered telling them that his living room needed a paint job, but that had been weeks ago…
“You are … unbelievable,” he finally said and watched as twin grins broke out on their faces.
“You like it, then?” Danny asked nervously. “If you don’t like it, we still have white…”
“It’s great,” Mac admitted and turned around to take in the whole masterpiece. The walls were, again, white, not gray, and a thin bright red and yellow stripe was painted on it, at the height of his head. It really looked good.
“It’s…very bright,” he said carefully.
“Yeah,” Danny scratched his head, leaving red streaks in his hair. “But you said yourself that the place looked dark. I thought…” he stopped and looked at his fingers with a frown.
“You know, Mac, that still doesn’t answer the question what you’re doing here,” Don put in softly.
Mac sighed. “I missed you,” he admitted. “So I cut the conference short.”
Danny took a step towards him and hesitated. “I would hug you, but your clothes might get dirty,” he said with an apologetic look.
Don nodded. “We didn’t really say hello,” he noticed. “But that’s a nice suit, we wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
Mac shook his head again. He was doing that a lot today, he thought, but what was he supposed to do, with two lovers like Danny and Don?
“You could take it off,” Danny suggested and wiped his still red hand on his stomach.
Mac chuckled. “I could,” he agreed. “although I still fail to see why you’re painting my living room - naked.”
His lovers shrugged. “We didn’t want to get our clothes dirty,” Don finally said. “You just saw for yourself what a mess Danny made.”
“Yeah,” Mac nodded and before Danny could do more than open his mouth to protest, he shrugged out of his jacket. “You look like a pair of Indians on the warpath.”
Danny smirked and wiped his fingers over Don’s face, leaving more streaks of red. “We need to take a shower,” he said. “Care to join us?”
“Yeah,” Don added and grinned. “Hey, Mac? If we’re the Indians, does that mean that you’re the cowboy?”
“Kinky,” Danny grinned and carefully brushed his lips over Mac’s before disappearing in the general direction of the bathroom. “You know what they say?”
Mac unbuttoned his shirt and toed off his shoes - because, what else was he supposed to do, with two lovers like Danny and Don?”
“What do they say?” he asked and carefully kissed Don too before following them in the bathroom.
Danny smiled happily and held up the tube of lube. “Save a horse - ride a cowboy.”
The End.