New Fic: Backwards (CSI NY, Mac/Don/Danny)
Title: Backwards
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were mine…*goes to happy place*
Rating: FRT-13
Challenge: times_for_three
Prompt: 01. First Kiss
Summary: They were doing it all backwards.
Authors Notes: You know who you are. This is for you. Both. For all the trouble, pain pills, betaing, hockey, valium and all the other things. Thank you.
**
"We're doing it all backwards," Danny said suddenly and sat up, taking the blankets with him and letting them fall and pool in his lap.
A hand reached up to caress his back, right over the swell of his ass and up, over his spine and shoulders. "Backwards? How so?" Mac asked sleepily. His voice was rough, scratchy, but with traces of alertness and amusement laced evidently in every of his words.
The hand dipped lower and rough fingertips traced along the tan line on Danny's skin.
"Backwards?" Don now asked too and rolled around. He rested his head on Danny's thigh and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "To me it looked pretty much straight forward."
"If this looked anything close to straight to you," Danny answered with a frown and a wave that included the three of them, the bed, and the clothes thrown over the back of a chair and strewn across the floor, "I can offer you my glasses."
"No," Don laughed, his breath tickling Danny's leg, and ran his hand along Danny's shin, combing his fingers through the short coarse hair growing there. "You know what I wanted to say. And what do you mean, backwards?"
Danny shrugged, hesitated a second, and then reached out himself and ran one hand through Don's short, sweaty hair, along the shell of his ear, over his neck, and along the valley between his shoulder blades. With the other one he gripped Mac's wrist, trapping his fingers against his ass, and tugged.
Mac scooted closer and asked, "You want to explain that?"
The sound of his voice, so close to his skin, low and quiet, and a bit hesitant, sent shivers down Danny's back.
Mac, ever observant, noticed that. He sat up and pulled Danny back against his chest. His arms reached around and restlessly petted Don's head and shoulders, and Danny's stomach and thighs, where he could reach them from his position.
Danny squirmed a little before relaxing against Mac's chest, soaking up the body heat and thinking, quietly, that, with time, Mac would learn that he needed a little space every now and then, but for now, Danny was content, and, if he was completely honest, scared that, should he move away now, Mac would misread the evidence, and there would be no next time.
"We're going to do this again?" Don asked quietly, as if he'd read Danny's thoughts, and turned until he was on his back, his head still resting in Danny's lap.
Mac's fingers stilled. "Do you want to?" he asked back.
Don laughed softly. "Hell yes!"
He looked at them, upside down from his position - Danny, looking strange without his glasses, oddly vulnerable, his necklaces tangled somewhat, frowning, and Mac, leaning against Danny's back, his whole body awfully tense for someone who just had sex, looking as if he'd like to res his chin against Danny's shoulder but didn't really dare doing it.
"Do you?"
Both Danny and Mac nodded, albeit still hesitantly.
Don relaxed. "As far as first times go, this one wasn't that bad," he mused.
"This was your first time?" Mac asked, alarmed by Don's words. Danny's expression mirrored Mac's, and Don had to laugh. "No. Yes. It's the first time I'm in a threesome."
Danny shook his head. "And we're still doing it backwards," he picked up the earlier conversation.
"And you still didn't explain what you mean with that," Don replied. "What did we do backwards?"
Danny shrugged. "We decided to give this a try, and then this happened." His frown deepened. "We missed an important step."
"Getting to know each other?" Don teased.
"No."
"What else?" Mac asked, clueless as Don.
Danny rolled his eyes.
"Kissing."
Don and Mac stopped short and thought back over the last few hours, and days, and weeks.
"You're right," Mac finally admitted. "Do you want to?"
"Of course!" Danny blushed and added, "Don't you?"
He hated how his voice suddenly sounded defensive, but it was as if Mac hadn't even noticed. He just reached up, pulled Danny even tighter against his chest, tilted his head upwards and to the side, and pressed his lips to Danny's for a brief, sweet kiss, a soft brush of lips against the corner of Danny's mouth, and when Danny twisted his upper body around Mac's tongue slipped easily between his lips and into Danny's mouth.
"Now that I can get used to," Danny whispered once they both pulled back. "Don?"
Don quickly sat up and ran a hand through his hair, but Danny didn't hesitate. He grabbed Don's upper arms and pulled him close, crushing their mouths together, biting and licking at his lips, his hands restlessly tracing Don's arms and over his chest.
When he finally pulled back, they both were flushed and panting.
Don ran his tongue over his lips, tasting blood and Danny, and with a small smile, he leaned against Danny, trapping the smaller man between himself and Mac.
His hand came up and wrapped around the back of Mac's neck, guiding him gently closer. Don tilted his head, and Mac's lips touched his, dry, short, and then, Mac kissed him for real, his tongue licking and wrapping around Don's, and they only stopped when Danny began to kiss and lick Don's chest, paying special attention to his nipples, and Don had to pull away to get enough oxygen in his lungs.
"Not bad for a first kiss, wasn't it?" Mac muttered against Danny's neck, his teeth and hot breath barely grazing the skin.
Don laughed.
"Not bad," Danny agreed and smiled in satisfaction. "Now imagine how much better it will get."
"Want to practice?" Mac asked back, smiling now too, and they leaned in for another kiss.
"You need a lot of practice," Don grinned and wrapped his arms around Danny loosely. "And I want some, too."
The End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were mine…*goes to happy place*
Rating: FRT-13
Challenge: times_for_three
Prompt: 01. First Kiss
Summary: They were doing it all backwards.
Authors Notes: You know who you are. This is for you. Both. For all the trouble, pain pills, betaing, hockey, valium and all the other things. Thank you.
**
"We're doing it all backwards," Danny said suddenly and sat up, taking the blankets with him and letting them fall and pool in his lap.
A hand reached up to caress his back, right over the swell of his ass and up, over his spine and shoulders. "Backwards? How so?" Mac asked sleepily. His voice was rough, scratchy, but with traces of alertness and amusement laced evidently in every of his words.
The hand dipped lower and rough fingertips traced along the tan line on Danny's skin.
"Backwards?" Don now asked too and rolled around. He rested his head on Danny's thigh and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "To me it looked pretty much straight forward."
"If this looked anything close to straight to you," Danny answered with a frown and a wave that included the three of them, the bed, and the clothes thrown over the back of a chair and strewn across the floor, "I can offer you my glasses."
"No," Don laughed, his breath tickling Danny's leg, and ran his hand along Danny's shin, combing his fingers through the short coarse hair growing there. "You know what I wanted to say. And what do you mean, backwards?"
Danny shrugged, hesitated a second, and then reached out himself and ran one hand through Don's short, sweaty hair, along the shell of his ear, over his neck, and along the valley between his shoulder blades. With the other one he gripped Mac's wrist, trapping his fingers against his ass, and tugged.
Mac scooted closer and asked, "You want to explain that?"
The sound of his voice, so close to his skin, low and quiet, and a bit hesitant, sent shivers down Danny's back.
Mac, ever observant, noticed that. He sat up and pulled Danny back against his chest. His arms reached around and restlessly petted Don's head and shoulders, and Danny's stomach and thighs, where he could reach them from his position.
Danny squirmed a little before relaxing against Mac's chest, soaking up the body heat and thinking, quietly, that, with time, Mac would learn that he needed a little space every now and then, but for now, Danny was content, and, if he was completely honest, scared that, should he move away now, Mac would misread the evidence, and there would be no next time.
"We're going to do this again?" Don asked quietly, as if he'd read Danny's thoughts, and turned until he was on his back, his head still resting in Danny's lap.
Mac's fingers stilled. "Do you want to?" he asked back.
Don laughed softly. "Hell yes!"
He looked at them, upside down from his position - Danny, looking strange without his glasses, oddly vulnerable, his necklaces tangled somewhat, frowning, and Mac, leaning against Danny's back, his whole body awfully tense for someone who just had sex, looking as if he'd like to res his chin against Danny's shoulder but didn't really dare doing it.
"Do you?"
Both Danny and Mac nodded, albeit still hesitantly.
Don relaxed. "As far as first times go, this one wasn't that bad," he mused.
"This was your first time?" Mac asked, alarmed by Don's words. Danny's expression mirrored Mac's, and Don had to laugh. "No. Yes. It's the first time I'm in a threesome."
Danny shook his head. "And we're still doing it backwards," he picked up the earlier conversation.
"And you still didn't explain what you mean with that," Don replied. "What did we do backwards?"
Danny shrugged. "We decided to give this a try, and then this happened." His frown deepened. "We missed an important step."
"Getting to know each other?" Don teased.
"No."
"What else?" Mac asked, clueless as Don.
Danny rolled his eyes.
"Kissing."
Don and Mac stopped short and thought back over the last few hours, and days, and weeks.
"You're right," Mac finally admitted. "Do you want to?"
"Of course!" Danny blushed and added, "Don't you?"
He hated how his voice suddenly sounded defensive, but it was as if Mac hadn't even noticed. He just reached up, pulled Danny even tighter against his chest, tilted his head upwards and to the side, and pressed his lips to Danny's for a brief, sweet kiss, a soft brush of lips against the corner of Danny's mouth, and when Danny twisted his upper body around Mac's tongue slipped easily between his lips and into Danny's mouth.
"Now that I can get used to," Danny whispered once they both pulled back. "Don?"
Don quickly sat up and ran a hand through his hair, but Danny didn't hesitate. He grabbed Don's upper arms and pulled him close, crushing their mouths together, biting and licking at his lips, his hands restlessly tracing Don's arms and over his chest.
When he finally pulled back, they both were flushed and panting.
Don ran his tongue over his lips, tasting blood and Danny, and with a small smile, he leaned against Danny, trapping the smaller man between himself and Mac.
His hand came up and wrapped around the back of Mac's neck, guiding him gently closer. Don tilted his head, and Mac's lips touched his, dry, short, and then, Mac kissed him for real, his tongue licking and wrapping around Don's, and they only stopped when Danny began to kiss and lick Don's chest, paying special attention to his nipples, and Don had to pull away to get enough oxygen in his lungs.
"Not bad for a first kiss, wasn't it?" Mac muttered against Danny's neck, his teeth and hot breath barely grazing the skin.
Don laughed.
"Not bad," Danny agreed and smiled in satisfaction. "Now imagine how much better it will get."
"Want to practice?" Mac asked back, smiling now too, and they leaned in for another kiss.
"You need a lot of practice," Don grinned and wrapped his arms around Danny loosely. "And I want some, too."
The End.