One Shot: WaT - Charity
Title: Charity
Chapters: 2/3
Summary: We should all do our part for the causes we believe in.
Author: Tyrical
Fandom: Without A Trace
Pairing: Martin/Danny
Rating: NC-17, FRAO for SC - Sexual Content
Beta: Aesc
Disclaimer: Without Prejudice. The names and likeness of all characters contained here-in are the property of CBS Productions , Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Jumbolaya Productions , and Warner Bros. Television. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
Feedback: Yes please! Good, Bad, Indifferent. It's all good.
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present for ‘the’ DM shipper nekosmuse.
A thank you to loozy.
A very special thanks to aesc because with out her this would just be words on a page.
This story is complete.
Once in the safety of his home, Martin undressed and took a good hard look at himself in the mirror. He smiled -Viv was right: he’d make a great April.
Throwing on a jersey and some loose sweats after a shower, Martin walked barefoot to the counter ready to speed dial dinner when his phone rang.
Mystified as to who could be calling on him at this time, Martin picked up the phone. It was Stan the doorman.
“A… Mr. Taylor for you sir, should I send him up?”
Momentarily speechless, Martin was silent until a questioning “Sir” brought his attention back, and he told Stan to go ahead and send Danny up.
What could possibly bring Danny here? Martin really didn’t know how to handle this new development. Although many moments had been spent contemplating Danny in all forms he wasn’t actually prepared to have reality invade his home and force him to deal with this so quickly. Hadn’t today been hard enough?
Hanging his head in defeat Martin put down the phone and walked slowly to his door.
A few minutes later Danny Taylor was in his apartment. With his shirt unbuttoned at the collar and bare feet on the leather couch, currently telling Martin that he was really glad he could stay at his place. There was a water main break on Danny’s block and they weren’t letting residents back into the area until the clean up was complete.
Martin figured he’d order Indian instead of pizza because Danny was notorious for getting on his case about his eating habits (or lack thereof).
Martin groaned because Danny and food always got relegated to that part of his bran that equated Danny with sex. It happened in that dark corner of his mind that he refused to acknowledge as one of the driving forces behind what got him up in the morning.
Martin left Danny to his diatribe on the inconvenience of the New York Department of Environmental Protection. He ordered dinner and grabbed two water bottles, the only thing he had in his fridge, and threw one at Danny who automatically caught it.
He tuned out the words Danny was saying and watched Danny’s mouth as Danny continued talking, while opening the bottle, pausing momentarily in his rant to take a long pull. Martin could not decide whether to watch the bobbing Adam’s apple or Danny’s lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle.
“Hey Fitzgerald! Are you even listening to me?” Danny asked a smirk in his voice.
Hell no! He wasn’t listening; his mind was too preoccupied with what would taste better: Danny on the floor or Danny on the couch?
Martin remained silent in response to Danny’s question. Not really wanting to admit he wasn’t listening and too frustrated, out of sorts, and tired to not say it. Martin was exhausted, tired of constantly fighting against his attraction to Danny, weary of pretending he wasn’t interested. He was worn-out, by the constant energy it took to resist the pull of Danny, a full day of seeing and hearing everything Danny and he couldn’t take it any more.
That damned picture was emblazoned in his mind and all he could think about was getting to that skin.
Martin’s gaze finally reached Danny’s eyes, seeing the smirk on Danny’s lips he couldn’t help but shake his head. Although it was the possible invitation in Danny’s eyes that prompted Martin’s next move. That small bit of encouragement propelled Martin forward.
Martin leaned into Danny’s personal space. Danny’s eyes issuing a dare. The challenge was hanging in the air between them. Seeing the tip of Danny’s tongue slowly gliding across his upper lip brought him in closer. It was when the corner of Danny’s mouth quirked Martin realized he was being played. Taking a personal affront to the suggestion that he wouldn’t follow through, Martin grabbed Danny by his shirt and took his first taste of Danny Taylor.
It was like plunging into mountain stream after a long run uphill. Yet Danny’s mouth was all heat too. Like stepping into heated lobby after a too-long walk on a New York night in January.
The smoothness of the interior of Danny’s mouth was a direct contrast to the roughness of Danny’s tongue. His eyes had shut as soon as his lips landed on Danny’s. A mélange of colors shot across the backs of his eyelids; a white foggy haze pushed its way past the darkness only to be swept away with the shock of red that blanketed everything when Danny’s tongue ran against his own. Martin’s nose was filled with the scent of Danny’s cologne, the smell of a day spent too long in an office building, and the leather of the couch. It all combined to deepen, the earthy smell of sandalwood and citrus that Martin only associated with Danny.
Without stopping the kiss Martin untucked Danny’s shirt, he was anxious to touch the skin he’d been seeing all day. When Martin slid his hand underneath the fabric, he had to pause as his fingertips brushed Danny’s abs. At that touch Danny’s stomach tightened and his head leaned back. Martin’s eyes shut again as a heady rush of adrenaline and possession ripped through him. At that moment Danny seemed to open for him. Danny’s mouth fell a little more lax, his body molded into Martin’s and one hand gripped Martin’s jersey tighter, while the other pulled Martin closer too him.
Danny’s response triggered all the jealousy, frustration, and anger from the entire day. Martin crushed his mouth to Danny’s. Leaving no doubt about how he felt, he wanted to punish Danny’s mouth for all the innuendo and flirting he had to listen to all day long. For all the knowing smirks, looks, and unspoken pleasure that mouth seemed to promise; that had not been directed toward him today.
He pushed Danny down into the couch, grinding his cock against Danny’s own as if that would ease the fact that he had been half hard all day. Hearing Danny’s moan and seeing Danny trying to increase the pressure between them did help ease some of his frustration. Maybe, just maybe he hadn’t been the only one suffering today.
Feeling Danny’s hands come up under his jersey made him gasp and press harder into Danny. Martin’s grip tightened on Danny’s hips. There were too many clothes between them. He needed Danny naked now!
As Danny’s pants hit the floor the phone rang.
The sound stilled them both. Their harsh panting and breaths were the only sounds heard in the room until the phone rang again. As cursed as the interruption was, Martin also welcomed it. He needed time to rein himself in. He could feel his control being flung out the window, he really didn’t want to hurt Danny, right now he was out of control and he just couldn’t handle it if he really lost it. This was why he resisted the idea of Danny for so long. The illusion of control was tossed out the window when it came to Danny. Martin’s life consisted of being able to control himself and his responses. He prided himself in being able to step back analyze situations and data and make logical conclusions that would lead to a successful end. That clarity was hard to achieve on a daily basis and was nigh impossible when it came to Danny.
The third ring brought Martin back to the present and gave him a chance to just look at Danny. Danny whose mouth was bruised from Martin’s kisses, whose shirt was open, his chest slightly heaving, legs spread open, and cock leaking on his stomach. Martin was leaning down to take his first taste of the clear liquid when the fourth ring sounded. Taking a deep breath, groaning as he slowly stepped away from Danny, Martin walked on quivering legs to answer the phone.
“Yes.” Martin paused. “OK, I’ll be right down.”
He looked at Danny and took in the flushed skin and swollen lips and smiled. “Food’s here. I’ll be right back.” With enough presence of mind to fix his jersey and adjust himself so he could walk without too much pain, Martin picked up his wallet to go to the lobby.
In the elevator he noticed his wild hair, kiss-swollen lips and a few marks on his neck. He straightened his hair as best as he could and pulled his jersey a little further up. He didn’t make eye contact with Stan and paid the delivery guy and made it back into the elevator and up to his apartment without encountering anybody else.
So relieved with not having to see any knowing eyes, he was unprepared for the food that was grabbed from his hands and the deep kiss he suddenly found himself sinking into even as he was thrust against the closing door.
It was right then that Martin realized fantasy had turned into reality.
The hands pulling off his shirt were Danny’s.
The body pressed hard against his was Danny’s.
The mouth that was currently devouring every breath and stealing thoughts belonged to Danny.
It was that realization that froze Martin his movements becoming jerky as every thought about why this was a bad idea came crashing into his head all at the same time. Hadn’t he done this before? Look how well that turned out. Hello! Your father is Victor ‘fucking’ Fitzgerald. This is Danny Taylor! You know full well that once with Danny would never be enough. How will you guys continue to work together? Danny’s the closest thing I even have to a friend. Fuck! Jack! He shivered and that had nothing to do with the fact that Danny’s hands were traveling down his back. He didn’t even want to go there! Especially since he had a vague notion that Jack knew more about how he felt about Danny than he did. SHIT! VIV! Viv would kill him if he hurt Danny. What in God’s name was he thinking. Fear of Viv’s wrath overtook the panic escalating in his mind.
It was Danny’s gentle kisses, comforting babble of nonsense, and sure strokes that calmed him. Danny knowing that he was freaking out was had the dual effect of calming him and letting him know just how well Danny knew him, he still wasn’t sure how to take that.
Martin didn’t remember how he came to be on the couch but was grateful that he was there because when he realized his pants were gone and Danny was about to wrap his mouth around his dick his knees went weak.
Martin didn’t want to stop watching as his cock disappeared into Danny’s mouth but his eyes didn’t listen to him and rolled up into his head when Danny’s tongue fluttered right along the underside of his cock.
A grunt was the best Martin could do to warn Danny of his oncoming orgasm, because he knew he was not expected to be able to speak; his dick was currently in Danny’s mouth, and if one possessed the capability of coherent thought in this situation clearly they were not human.
Already close to the edge he was thrown over it when he felt a finger slip into his ass and press. The twinkle in Danny’s eye gave Martin the thought that Danny had planned that from the beginning.
If he hadn’t been the recipient of such an exceptional blow job, he’d give into the urge to shove Danny, but the thought of moving right now was too much to handle.
Looking at the genuine pleasure in Danny’s warm brown eyes lessened his need to shove him but urge the need to kiss the grin off of Danny’s face.
That’s when Martin noticed Danny still had on his shirt, and that was one piece of clothing too many.
“Undress for me.” Martin’s voice felt a little rough but he wanted Danny naked. He watched as the shirt fell away and all that was left between them was air. Like the calendar Danny was beautiful to look at but the camera failed to capture the sheer beauty and magnetism that Danny was. It was but a pale comparison to the man standing here before him.
Like in the office Martin was paralyzed by the sight before him. Danny’s skin seemed to glow in the soft living room light. His eyes traveled up the strong calves and thighs. He may have licked his lips as his gaze roamed across the gently swaying sex, the flat but sculpted abs, and the strong broad chest, in a visual caress. He thinks he might have done so because the brown of Danny's irises became smaller as the pupils became larger. Martin finally indulged openly in his favorite pastime, watching Danny.
Martin’s baser instincts came surging forward as he thought of the thousands and possibly hundreds of thousands of people who would be watching this very sight every day in the month of August.
Jealousy fueling his movement he was on Danny. Unprepared for such an assault Danny tensed at the sudden action, Martin slowed himself at Danny’s reaction.
Martin had a hard time cooling down, the thought of some one else seeing Danny this way made him slightly insane.
He wanted the world to know that Danny was his.
Seeing Danny’s body shiver under his touch filled Martin with a sense of power he never thought he was capable.
Pushing Danny on his back, Martin watched as Danny’s eyes became heavy lidded when Martin licked and bit his way up to Danny’s sternum. Martin grinned as he watched Danny’s body relaxed beneath his touch and Danny acquiesced to his demands.
Martin’s touch became surer, harder, and bolder when he heard Danny repeating his name over and over. Danny’s moans and answering touches aided Martin on his journey toward claiming Danny.
Martin didn’t know sunlight could be harnessed, until his tongue laved Danny’s collarbone. Heat exploded across his skin when his thigh touched Danny’s. When Danny’s leg wrapped around his own Martin entered into a place where all that existed was him and Danny. Where every touch burned into his skin, Danny’s hands blazed trails of fire across his back, his belly, and his ass. The heel of Danny’s foot pressed into his calf and drag of skin on skin ratcheted the burning sensation up a notch, a scorching reminder of the reality of him and Danny. Setting aflame something that always existed between the two of them. There it was, this passion, this heat between them, it was what kept Martin away. Incendiary, that would be how Martin would describe Danny’s touch. Martin had been afraid; if the passion burned itself out there was the very possibility Danny would leave. Now he was no longer afraid. He took the plunge and he’d just deal with where he’d end up.
Right now, there was no other place he’d rather be. With Danny in his home, under him, and for tonight at least, Danny was his.
The bruises he knew would show later would be a tactile reminder of this night. Etched in his brain by flame and permanently sealed by Danny’s touch.
When he touched Danny’s manhood Martin shook with a sudden, heady rush. The surge of power that Martin felt as he gripped Danny was indescribable, it was almost the same feeling he got when he overpowered a suspect. The primal feeling he always got when he out ran a suspect, out-thought him and made him submit, he was usually bursting with the adrenaline, his gun in the suspect’s face. His body was fully alert, he could smell the fear, and he knew there was a challenge in his eyes that begged to be given a reason to pull the trigger.
Fierce and possessive as his touch was, Martin felt it was a bit reverent too. Martin wondered if the awe he felt at being with Danny came though in his touch.
Martin knew how lucky he was; Danny rarely let anybody get this close.
The body underneath him that seemed to be aching for his touch told him a different story. One that Martin liked much more than what his imagination could provide.
How the hell did he get so lucky?
What did Danny see in him?
At this point Martin didn’t care how this had happened. He was just glad the planets had all aligned, that the fates, or whatever it was, were kind to him for once.
There could truly be no better thing.
Martin’s possessive grin grew as he looked upon one particular part of quivering golden flesh in front of him. For this was his alone.
Not all of Danny had been on display in that damned calendar.
Martin’s grip tightened on Danny’s cock, causing Danny to surge up against Martin.
This was his and his alone.
Martin slid further down Danny’s body and licked his lips. He locked eyes with Danny as his tongue gently swiped across the head of Danny’s manhood.
When Danny closed his eyes at the sight of Martin’s head bobbing, Martin felt that resurgence of power. His breath was a little faster, his vision was sharper, and the sharp scent of sex in the air was heavy and powerful. He held on to Danny a little tighter, the nervousness shifting into an intense focus, narrowing his world to pleasuring the man in his mouth.
Martin loosened the grip he had on Danny’s hips allowing Danny to set the pace. His grip tightening every time Danny closed his eyes.
He wanted Danny to watch.
He wanted Danny to see him.
He wanted Danny to know to whom he belonged.
Seeing Danny spread on his couch, legs spread, chest gleaming, body seemingly poised for another picture, got Martin’s blood pumping and his imagination running.
If you had to compare people and cars, Danny would be a Chevy Corvette with a Dodge Viper’s engine. Sleek, powerful, and with more power under the hood then you could ever imagine. Relaxing his throat, Martin slid into the luxurious interior; he took more of Danny inside. He put his foot on the pedal, he alternated sliding his tongue along the vein underneath Danny’s shaft, to see if he could break Danny’s rhythm and he felt the slight tremor as Danny purred.
“Cogida!”2 Danny hissed, after Martin’s throat closed tighter around him.
Hearing Danny swear in Spanish had Martin upping the ante. Mouthing moving faster, hand massaging what all his mouth couldn’t reach.
Sensing that Danny was close Martin slid a finger down Danny’s perineum and gently worked one finger inside him. Martin smiled, as he returned the favor Danny had given to him earlier.
Danny’s entire body seized and Martin worked his throat to give Danny as much pleasure as possible.
Martin watched as Danny’s golden skin flushed a dull red and his muscles went rigid. Danny’s body squeezed his finger impossibly tight.
Martin’s erection, which had faded perked right back up at the possibility of being where his finger currently was.
Drawn to the sound of a soft sigh Martin looked at Danny’s face.
There were many things Danny was. Graceful, poised, tough, sarcastic, uncontrollable flirt and Martin found something wonderful in all of it but nothing could prepare him for this.
For all the ideas and fantasies in his head, with all the baggage he knew he carried, it unnerved Martin that he was able to create this moment. He was the one Danny chose.
He almost failed to interpret Danny’s look, simply because he couldn’t remember anyone looking at him with such acceptance and something else. It was the something else that threw him.
It looked like a lot like love.
Chapter 3
Chapters: 2/3
Summary: We should all do our part for the causes we believe in.
Author: Tyrical
Fandom: Without A Trace
Pairing: Martin/Danny
Rating: NC-17, FRAO for SC - Sexual Content
Beta: Aesc
Disclaimer: Without Prejudice. The names and likeness of all characters contained here-in are the property of CBS Productions , Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Jumbolaya Productions , and Warner Bros. Television. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
Feedback: Yes please! Good, Bad, Indifferent. It's all good.
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present for ‘the’ DM shipper nekosmuse.
A thank you to loozy.
A very special thanks to aesc because with out her this would just be words on a page.
This story is complete.
Once in the safety of his home, Martin undressed and took a good hard look at himself in the mirror. He smiled -Viv was right: he’d make a great April.
Throwing on a jersey and some loose sweats after a shower, Martin walked barefoot to the counter ready to speed dial dinner when his phone rang.
Mystified as to who could be calling on him at this time, Martin picked up the phone. It was Stan the doorman.
“A… Mr. Taylor for you sir, should I send him up?”
Momentarily speechless, Martin was silent until a questioning “Sir” brought his attention back, and he told Stan to go ahead and send Danny up.
What could possibly bring Danny here? Martin really didn’t know how to handle this new development. Although many moments had been spent contemplating Danny in all forms he wasn’t actually prepared to have reality invade his home and force him to deal with this so quickly. Hadn’t today been hard enough?
Hanging his head in defeat Martin put down the phone and walked slowly to his door.
A few minutes later Danny Taylor was in his apartment. With his shirt unbuttoned at the collar and bare feet on the leather couch, currently telling Martin that he was really glad he could stay at his place. There was a water main break on Danny’s block and they weren’t letting residents back into the area until the clean up was complete.
Martin figured he’d order Indian instead of pizza because Danny was notorious for getting on his case about his eating habits (or lack thereof).
Martin groaned because Danny and food always got relegated to that part of his bran that equated Danny with sex. It happened in that dark corner of his mind that he refused to acknowledge as one of the driving forces behind what got him up in the morning.
Martin left Danny to his diatribe on the inconvenience of the New York Department of Environmental Protection. He ordered dinner and grabbed two water bottles, the only thing he had in his fridge, and threw one at Danny who automatically caught it.
He tuned out the words Danny was saying and watched Danny’s mouth as Danny continued talking, while opening the bottle, pausing momentarily in his rant to take a long pull. Martin could not decide whether to watch the bobbing Adam’s apple or Danny’s lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle.
“Hey Fitzgerald! Are you even listening to me?” Danny asked a smirk in his voice.
Hell no! He wasn’t listening; his mind was too preoccupied with what would taste better: Danny on the floor or Danny on the couch?
Martin remained silent in response to Danny’s question. Not really wanting to admit he wasn’t listening and too frustrated, out of sorts, and tired to not say it. Martin was exhausted, tired of constantly fighting against his attraction to Danny, weary of pretending he wasn’t interested. He was worn-out, by the constant energy it took to resist the pull of Danny, a full day of seeing and hearing everything Danny and he couldn’t take it any more.
That damned picture was emblazoned in his mind and all he could think about was getting to that skin.
Martin’s gaze finally reached Danny’s eyes, seeing the smirk on Danny’s lips he couldn’t help but shake his head. Although it was the possible invitation in Danny’s eyes that prompted Martin’s next move. That small bit of encouragement propelled Martin forward.
Martin leaned into Danny’s personal space. Danny’s eyes issuing a dare. The challenge was hanging in the air between them. Seeing the tip of Danny’s tongue slowly gliding across his upper lip brought him in closer. It was when the corner of Danny’s mouth quirked Martin realized he was being played. Taking a personal affront to the suggestion that he wouldn’t follow through, Martin grabbed Danny by his shirt and took his first taste of Danny Taylor.
It was like plunging into mountain stream after a long run uphill. Yet Danny’s mouth was all heat too. Like stepping into heated lobby after a too-long walk on a New York night in January.
The smoothness of the interior of Danny’s mouth was a direct contrast to the roughness of Danny’s tongue. His eyes had shut as soon as his lips landed on Danny’s. A mélange of colors shot across the backs of his eyelids; a white foggy haze pushed its way past the darkness only to be swept away with the shock of red that blanketed everything when Danny’s tongue ran against his own. Martin’s nose was filled with the scent of Danny’s cologne, the smell of a day spent too long in an office building, and the leather of the couch. It all combined to deepen, the earthy smell of sandalwood and citrus that Martin only associated with Danny.
Without stopping the kiss Martin untucked Danny’s shirt, he was anxious to touch the skin he’d been seeing all day. When Martin slid his hand underneath the fabric, he had to pause as his fingertips brushed Danny’s abs. At that touch Danny’s stomach tightened and his head leaned back. Martin’s eyes shut again as a heady rush of adrenaline and possession ripped through him. At that moment Danny seemed to open for him. Danny’s mouth fell a little more lax, his body molded into Martin’s and one hand gripped Martin’s jersey tighter, while the other pulled Martin closer too him.
Danny’s response triggered all the jealousy, frustration, and anger from the entire day. Martin crushed his mouth to Danny’s. Leaving no doubt about how he felt, he wanted to punish Danny’s mouth for all the innuendo and flirting he had to listen to all day long. For all the knowing smirks, looks, and unspoken pleasure that mouth seemed to promise; that had not been directed toward him today.
He pushed Danny down into the couch, grinding his cock against Danny’s own as if that would ease the fact that he had been half hard all day. Hearing Danny’s moan and seeing Danny trying to increase the pressure between them did help ease some of his frustration. Maybe, just maybe he hadn’t been the only one suffering today.
Feeling Danny’s hands come up under his jersey made him gasp and press harder into Danny. Martin’s grip tightened on Danny’s hips. There were too many clothes between them. He needed Danny naked now!
As Danny’s pants hit the floor the phone rang.
The sound stilled them both. Their harsh panting and breaths were the only sounds heard in the room until the phone rang again. As cursed as the interruption was, Martin also welcomed it. He needed time to rein himself in. He could feel his control being flung out the window, he really didn’t want to hurt Danny, right now he was out of control and he just couldn’t handle it if he really lost it. This was why he resisted the idea of Danny for so long. The illusion of control was tossed out the window when it came to Danny. Martin’s life consisted of being able to control himself and his responses. He prided himself in being able to step back analyze situations and data and make logical conclusions that would lead to a successful end. That clarity was hard to achieve on a daily basis and was nigh impossible when it came to Danny.
The third ring brought Martin back to the present and gave him a chance to just look at Danny. Danny whose mouth was bruised from Martin’s kisses, whose shirt was open, his chest slightly heaving, legs spread open, and cock leaking on his stomach. Martin was leaning down to take his first taste of the clear liquid when the fourth ring sounded. Taking a deep breath, groaning as he slowly stepped away from Danny, Martin walked on quivering legs to answer the phone.
“Yes.” Martin paused. “OK, I’ll be right down.”
He looked at Danny and took in the flushed skin and swollen lips and smiled. “Food’s here. I’ll be right back.” With enough presence of mind to fix his jersey and adjust himself so he could walk without too much pain, Martin picked up his wallet to go to the lobby.
In the elevator he noticed his wild hair, kiss-swollen lips and a few marks on his neck. He straightened his hair as best as he could and pulled his jersey a little further up. He didn’t make eye contact with Stan and paid the delivery guy and made it back into the elevator and up to his apartment without encountering anybody else.
So relieved with not having to see any knowing eyes, he was unprepared for the food that was grabbed from his hands and the deep kiss he suddenly found himself sinking into even as he was thrust against the closing door.
It was right then that Martin realized fantasy had turned into reality.
The hands pulling off his shirt were Danny’s.
The body pressed hard against his was Danny’s.
The mouth that was currently devouring every breath and stealing thoughts belonged to Danny.
It was that realization that froze Martin his movements becoming jerky as every thought about why this was a bad idea came crashing into his head all at the same time. Hadn’t he done this before? Look how well that turned out. Hello! Your father is Victor ‘fucking’ Fitzgerald. This is Danny Taylor! You know full well that once with Danny would never be enough. How will you guys continue to work together? Danny’s the closest thing I even have to a friend. Fuck! Jack! He shivered and that had nothing to do with the fact that Danny’s hands were traveling down his back. He didn’t even want to go there! Especially since he had a vague notion that Jack knew more about how he felt about Danny than he did. SHIT! VIV! Viv would kill him if he hurt Danny. What in God’s name was he thinking. Fear of Viv’s wrath overtook the panic escalating in his mind.
It was Danny’s gentle kisses, comforting babble of nonsense, and sure strokes that calmed him. Danny knowing that he was freaking out was had the dual effect of calming him and letting him know just how well Danny knew him, he still wasn’t sure how to take that.
Martin didn’t remember how he came to be on the couch but was grateful that he was there because when he realized his pants were gone and Danny was about to wrap his mouth around his dick his knees went weak.
Martin didn’t want to stop watching as his cock disappeared into Danny’s mouth but his eyes didn’t listen to him and rolled up into his head when Danny’s tongue fluttered right along the underside of his cock.
A grunt was the best Martin could do to warn Danny of his oncoming orgasm, because he knew he was not expected to be able to speak; his dick was currently in Danny’s mouth, and if one possessed the capability of coherent thought in this situation clearly they were not human.
Already close to the edge he was thrown over it when he felt a finger slip into his ass and press. The twinkle in Danny’s eye gave Martin the thought that Danny had planned that from the beginning.
If he hadn’t been the recipient of such an exceptional blow job, he’d give into the urge to shove Danny, but the thought of moving right now was too much to handle.
Looking at the genuine pleasure in Danny’s warm brown eyes lessened his need to shove him but urge the need to kiss the grin off of Danny’s face.
That’s when Martin noticed Danny still had on his shirt, and that was one piece of clothing too many.
“Undress for me.” Martin’s voice felt a little rough but he wanted Danny naked. He watched as the shirt fell away and all that was left between them was air. Like the calendar Danny was beautiful to look at but the camera failed to capture the sheer beauty and magnetism that Danny was. It was but a pale comparison to the man standing here before him.
Like in the office Martin was paralyzed by the sight before him. Danny’s skin seemed to glow in the soft living room light. His eyes traveled up the strong calves and thighs. He may have licked his lips as his gaze roamed across the gently swaying sex, the flat but sculpted abs, and the strong broad chest, in a visual caress. He thinks he might have done so because the brown of Danny's irises became smaller as the pupils became larger. Martin finally indulged openly in his favorite pastime, watching Danny.
Martin’s baser instincts came surging forward as he thought of the thousands and possibly hundreds of thousands of people who would be watching this very sight every day in the month of August.
Jealousy fueling his movement he was on Danny. Unprepared for such an assault Danny tensed at the sudden action, Martin slowed himself at Danny’s reaction.
Martin had a hard time cooling down, the thought of some one else seeing Danny this way made him slightly insane.
He wanted the world to know that Danny was his.
Seeing Danny’s body shiver under his touch filled Martin with a sense of power he never thought he was capable.
Pushing Danny on his back, Martin watched as Danny’s eyes became heavy lidded when Martin licked and bit his way up to Danny’s sternum. Martin grinned as he watched Danny’s body relaxed beneath his touch and Danny acquiesced to his demands.
Martin’s touch became surer, harder, and bolder when he heard Danny repeating his name over and over. Danny’s moans and answering touches aided Martin on his journey toward claiming Danny.
Martin didn’t know sunlight could be harnessed, until his tongue laved Danny’s collarbone. Heat exploded across his skin when his thigh touched Danny’s. When Danny’s leg wrapped around his own Martin entered into a place where all that existed was him and Danny. Where every touch burned into his skin, Danny’s hands blazed trails of fire across his back, his belly, and his ass. The heel of Danny’s foot pressed into his calf and drag of skin on skin ratcheted the burning sensation up a notch, a scorching reminder of the reality of him and Danny. Setting aflame something that always existed between the two of them. There it was, this passion, this heat between them, it was what kept Martin away. Incendiary, that would be how Martin would describe Danny’s touch. Martin had been afraid; if the passion burned itself out there was the very possibility Danny would leave. Now he was no longer afraid. He took the plunge and he’d just deal with where he’d end up.
Right now, there was no other place he’d rather be. With Danny in his home, under him, and for tonight at least, Danny was his.
The bruises he knew would show later would be a tactile reminder of this night. Etched in his brain by flame and permanently sealed by Danny’s touch.
When he touched Danny’s manhood Martin shook with a sudden, heady rush. The surge of power that Martin felt as he gripped Danny was indescribable, it was almost the same feeling he got when he overpowered a suspect. The primal feeling he always got when he out ran a suspect, out-thought him and made him submit, he was usually bursting with the adrenaline, his gun in the suspect’s face. His body was fully alert, he could smell the fear, and he knew there was a challenge in his eyes that begged to be given a reason to pull the trigger.
Fierce and possessive as his touch was, Martin felt it was a bit reverent too. Martin wondered if the awe he felt at being with Danny came though in his touch.
Martin knew how lucky he was; Danny rarely let anybody get this close.
The body underneath him that seemed to be aching for his touch told him a different story. One that Martin liked much more than what his imagination could provide.
How the hell did he get so lucky?
What did Danny see in him?
At this point Martin didn’t care how this had happened. He was just glad the planets had all aligned, that the fates, or whatever it was, were kind to him for once.
There could truly be no better thing.
Martin’s possessive grin grew as he looked upon one particular part of quivering golden flesh in front of him. For this was his alone.
Not all of Danny had been on display in that damned calendar.
Martin’s grip tightened on Danny’s cock, causing Danny to surge up against Martin.
This was his and his alone.
Martin slid further down Danny’s body and licked his lips. He locked eyes with Danny as his tongue gently swiped across the head of Danny’s manhood.
When Danny closed his eyes at the sight of Martin’s head bobbing, Martin felt that resurgence of power. His breath was a little faster, his vision was sharper, and the sharp scent of sex in the air was heavy and powerful. He held on to Danny a little tighter, the nervousness shifting into an intense focus, narrowing his world to pleasuring the man in his mouth.
Martin loosened the grip he had on Danny’s hips allowing Danny to set the pace. His grip tightening every time Danny closed his eyes.
He wanted Danny to watch.
He wanted Danny to see him.
He wanted Danny to know to whom he belonged.
Seeing Danny spread on his couch, legs spread, chest gleaming, body seemingly poised for another picture, got Martin’s blood pumping and his imagination running.
If you had to compare people and cars, Danny would be a Chevy Corvette with a Dodge Viper’s engine. Sleek, powerful, and with more power under the hood then you could ever imagine. Relaxing his throat, Martin slid into the luxurious interior; he took more of Danny inside. He put his foot on the pedal, he alternated sliding his tongue along the vein underneath Danny’s shaft, to see if he could break Danny’s rhythm and he felt the slight tremor as Danny purred.
“Cogida!”2 Danny hissed, after Martin’s throat closed tighter around him.
Hearing Danny swear in Spanish had Martin upping the ante. Mouthing moving faster, hand massaging what all his mouth couldn’t reach.
Sensing that Danny was close Martin slid a finger down Danny’s perineum and gently worked one finger inside him. Martin smiled, as he returned the favor Danny had given to him earlier.
Danny’s entire body seized and Martin worked his throat to give Danny as much pleasure as possible.
Martin watched as Danny’s golden skin flushed a dull red and his muscles went rigid. Danny’s body squeezed his finger impossibly tight.
Martin’s erection, which had faded perked right back up at the possibility of being where his finger currently was.
Drawn to the sound of a soft sigh Martin looked at Danny’s face.
There were many things Danny was. Graceful, poised, tough, sarcastic, uncontrollable flirt and Martin found something wonderful in all of it but nothing could prepare him for this.
For all the ideas and fantasies in his head, with all the baggage he knew he carried, it unnerved Martin that he was able to create this moment. He was the one Danny chose.
He almost failed to interpret Danny’s look, simply because he couldn’t remember anyone looking at him with such acceptance and something else. It was the something else that threw him.
It looked like a lot like love.
Chapter 3