One Shot: WaT - Charity
Title: Charity
Chapters: 3/3
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.
The depth of emotion behind that look rendered Martin motionless.
It wasn’t a smirk or a grin. It was smile unlike any he had ever seen on Danny’s face.
It was the soft smile on Danny’s face that shook him. Martin had never seen that look on Danny’s face before. He had seen Danny in various states, but never before like this. He thought he knew what Danny was telling him and he would do his damnedest not to let his own insecurities about everything ruin it.
Returning this very rare gift, Martin kissed Danny softly.
It never failed to surprise him how Danny was able to alter his life with just a look.
Letting his tongue speak for him Martin told Danny all the things he knew he’d never be able to voice aloud.
One tender kiss led to another, and another, which led to longer ones, harder ones, culminating in breath-stealing kisses.
Danny responded to him in kind, wrapping his arms around Martin and sinking into every kiss with an answer.
Martin pulled his head slightly away from Danny’s, pleased when Danny made the move to follow him.
Placing a hand between Danny’s legs Martin stroked Danny slightly.
“May I?” he asked, Martin added to his plea with soft nips along Danny’s jaw.
“Dios, sí,3” Danny answered.
Smiling at Danny’s words, Martin didn’t want to leave, he was so ready, but he was torn with indecision. Danny gripped him as if he knew Martin’s dilemma. “It’s OK.”
“It’ll hurt.” Martin whispered.
Danny answered. “Do it.”
Nodding Martin thoroughly wet his fingers.
Closing his eyes at the taste of himself he re-wetted his fingers and then slowly stretched Danny’s tight entrance. Fear of hurting Danny made him take it slow. He slid in slowly letting Danny get accustomed to him, silently repeating crime statistics to calm his self.
The grimace in Danny’s face told everything he needed to know and he gently stroked Danny’s flagging erection as a counterpoint to the pain.
He had to pause because the first feel of Danny was overwhelming. He could hardly breathe. It had taken longer than he thought but this was his zero to sixty in eight point five seconds. His mind went blank and all he could do was hold on after he broke one hundred and was now plowing through the straight-away in the car that was Danny.
It was Danny slowly pushing himself down that refocused his attention. Holding on to Danny’s hips Martin let up on the gas and started to ease his way in.
After a few torturous lifetimes he was finally fully seated within Danny. Shaking with the strain of stopping himself from plunging into Danny, he fought hard to hold on, waiting for a sign from Danny that he was ready, when Danny wrapped his long legs around Martin’s waist, he almost sighed in relief.
With a nod from Danny Martin started to move. Oh Yes. Moving was so much better.
He didn’t want to but he couldn’t help himself and closed his eyes as he felt Danny all around him, all smoothness and heat. Martin’s hips seem to find their own sync with Danny. His movements started out gentle but when Danny tightened around him Martin’s control finally broke.
Martin lost himself in the movement. He was focused on the feeling of being inside Danny. How tight Danny was around his cock. Danny’s long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, seeing Danny’s hands gripping the couch to gain more leverage encouraging Martin to go deeper inside Danny. The echo of skin slapping against skin urged Martin on. When Martin shifted his angle he watched as Danny threw his head back and started a mantra of ‘si’s’. That’s when Martin changed his pacing for a new goal. He strived to hear Danny curse. When that happened he wouldn’t be pleased because next he wanted to hear Danny call for God.
What he was unprepared for was when Danny grasped his hand and threaded their fingers together and asked, “Martin mi amor, me sigue al cielo4.”
Martin didn’t know all of what Danny said but he recognized his name and the word love. His rhythm gentled as he sought to figure out what Danny was asking for.
Danny tightened his inner muscles when Martin stopped moving altogether.
It was the strained, “Martin por favor” that jumpstarted his brain, finally getting the gist of what Danny was asking for.
He pulled their linked hands to his mouth and kissed them tenderly.
Bringing their linked hands down, they both held Danny’s erection.
Together they brought Danny off and for the second time that night. A silent “Martin” on Danny’s breath as his climax took him.
Martin sped up then and continued thrusting into Danny but it was when Danny took their hands, dragged their fingers into the cooling liquid on his chest, and then put those fingers in his mouth did Martin come. A few moments later he collapsed atop of Danny.
They were a tangle of arms and legs, cooling sweat and semen, and panting breaths on the floor. Martin reluctantly but gingerly rolled off Danny, knowing he was heavy but unwilling to lose any contact with Danny.
Martin was surprised when Danny rolled with him. A small smile settled on his face as he realized Danny felt the same way.
The apartment was warm but soon they would start feeling the cold and they needed to get clean. Martin stroked Danny’s back. Relishing the feel of Danny’s skin, fingertips soaking in the heat, remembering what it was like to be inside Danny.
With those thoughts floating to the forefront of his mind, Martin pushed aside all the what-ifs and what-nows, and decided that those could wait till morning.
“You know my shower is big enough for two,” Martin whispered into the top of Danny’s head that was currently resting in the crook of Martin’s neck.
“I like the way you think,” Danny answered.
Danny slowly sat up, smiled at Martin, wincing slightly as he stood up and then bent back down to pick up his pants and shirt.
Martin grinned at the perfect ass he was presented with, licking his lips as he watched his ejaculate drip down Danny’s leg.
It gave his spent cock ideas it shouldn’t have so soon after two mind blowing orgasms. However, just because he needed more turn around time didn’t mean he could do other things.
He watched Danny frown slightly as he shook out his garments and carefully laid them on the back of the couch. Martin shook his head slightly at the act and then kneeled behind Danny. He smiled at Danny’s gasp as he tongued the back of Danny’s legs. Barely stopping himself from completely following the path of his come Martin slowly stood up, wrapping his arms around Danny’s slender waist before bringing himself flush against Danny.
Martin inhaled the scent of sweat, come, and underneath it all Danny. Placing his face in the arch of Danny’s neck he laved at the smooth skin there.
Danny’s head fell backwards as he leaned back into the embrace, a whisper of ‘Martin’ on his lips. They stood like that until Martin pushed Danny forward slightly toward the bathroom.
In between washes they kissed softly and took measure of each other’s body.
Martin paid special attention to scars on Danny’s stomach and wrist, learning their texture, committing their placement to memory. Martin swayed into Danny’s touch when his hands lingered on small scar on his back from swimming.
Martin sighed softly as Danny massaged the tension in his back. The cooling water ended the gentle exploration, drying off they separated to dress.
Danny pulled out some sweats of his own, saving Martin the trouble of trying to find something to fit Danny. Danny had brought his gym and overnight bag that he always kept at the office in case of emergencies.
They re-heated the now cold Indian food and talked quietly of inconsequential things, avoiding any topic that had to do with the future. He simply wanted to enjoy this moment.
During dinner Martin’s eyes constantly strayed to all the marks that were now starting to color Danny’s skin. He avoided Danny’s knowing smirk every time he was caught staring.
Martin almost dropped the plate he was rinsing when he felt Danny press against him. Barely managing to finish washing their dishes from dinner as Danny’s sucked on his earlobe and his hands started to dip lower and lower into Martin’s sweatpants.
Turning in the circle of Danny’s arms Martin licked the first mark he saw on Danny’s neck, bringing forth a low moan from Danny.
Martin rewarded the sound with a deep kiss. Pulling away from Danny’s mouth Martin pulled off Danny’s t-shirt, dropping it when it cleared Danny’s head. Now he was able to lave the mark on Danny’s clavicle. At Danny’s gasp of his name he lifted his head slightly now able to nibble at the neck of the head that was thrown back. Slowly making his way up to Danny’s mouth Martin gently traced the corner of Danny’s mouth. Teasing Danny getting him to tongue play, when Danny leaned forward to kiss Martin properly Martin leaned back. As Danny opened his mouth Martin leaned in quickly and licked Danny’s tongue. When Danny tried to kiss him again Martin leaned back again keeping his mouth open and his tongue hovering slightly above his bottom lip. It was then Danny smiled and caught on and stuck his tongue out to play.
Martin and Danny gently played with each other, chest to chest, hip to hip, cock to cock, thigh to thigh they stood. While their tongues caressed each other, under, over, in and out they played. Danny pressed closer and closer to Martin, while Martin still refused to let Danny’s lips touch his own. Danny’s hands were doing a fantastic job of convincing Martin he should let Danny properly kiss him. Martin enjoyed the feel of Danny’s hand on his neck, the fingertips that trailed down his side, or the finger that kept teasingly entering the crease of his ass. While Martin wrapped his arms around Danny and his hands explored Danny’s ass.
Martin was content to continue where they were but it was when the kitchen counter’s edge digging into his back become painful enough not to ignore did he push Danny away and lead him into his bedroom. Martin was anxious to see Danny on his bed. He could picture all that skin on his white sheets.
Pushing Danny down on the bed, Martin climbed atop him and continued re-visiting all those blossoming marks.
Waiting to see how long it would take for Danny to reverse their roles. Martin was quite aware that the way things played out earlier this evening had a lot to do about assuring his place in Danny’s life. He had yet to feel Danny’s claim on himself. He wanted to experience how Danny would find all the places that made him moan. He wanted be under Danny, he wanted to feel what it was like to have Danny inside him. Owning him, possessing him, proving beyond all doubt that he was the one Danny wanted. He wanted to know if this insane, heady, out of control feeling that he had for what ever they were was mirrored in Danny.
Knowing that morning would come soon enough Martin intended to make proper use of the time.
He was reaching Danny’s stomach when he faintly heard a cell phone. Fully intent on ignoring it until he heard Danny swear fluently in Spanish, Martin groaned into Danny’s stomach.
Reluctantly sitting up Martin sighed deeply, bent back down to quickly lick a mark on Danny’s waist. He shook his head to focus enough to walk, into the living room and picked up the blearing cell phone.
He growled, “Fitzgerald”, into the phone.
Silence was all he heard. Then Jack’s voice came through the phone. “Martin?”
“Yeah Jack,” he said, slightly annoyed by the questioning voice. After all, didn’t Jack know who he was calling? “Where?”
More silence.
“Jack?” Martin took a silent deep breath. “Jack? Are you there?”
“You and Taylor,” Martin made a face at how Jack said Danny’s last name, “get to 84th and Central Park West.”
“Yeah Jack, thirty minutes.” Martin closed the phone, his mind starting to clear as it filled with disappointment as he approached the bed. “84th and Central Park West. Thirty minutes,” he told Danny.
Danny nodded and then looked at Martin’s hand. Martin wondered what was so special about his phone. It was the color rapidly draining from Danny’s face that got Martin’s attention.
“Danny!” Martin started toward the side of the bed. “Danny you OK?”
Danny pointed down. Martin looked and all he saw was the phone in his hand, confusion evident on his face. Not comprehending Danny’s reaction at all.
“Martin, you answered my phone.”
Martin froze as he realized to whom he had just talked to. When Martin started to shake it was Danny’s turn to ask Martin if he was OK.
Martin sat heavily on the bed as Danny swung his legs over the side of the bed and slid next to him. Martin gripped Danny’s arm tight.
Martin looked up at Danny. “Jack,” he whispered. “Jack knows.”
Both men froze as they realized a second cell never rang.
It was Danny who got it together first.
“Nothing we can do about that now. Someone out there needs our help. Let’s move.”
That got Martin into action. Martin pulled out some clothes and went to the bathroom. Within three minutes both men were dressed and checking their service weapons. In another two they were in the car and on their way to the scene.
At the first red light, Danny grabbed Martin by the tie and kissed him hard. When he pulled away he said, “After this wraps we pick up right where we left off.”
Martin stepped on the gas as the light changed, “No matter what?”
“No matter what,” Danny confirmed.
Martin liked the confidence in Danny’s voice and decided to trust in that.
~*~
This was one of those cases that lasted three days too long. They had been running for 72 hours, just barely able to catch up with the victim right before the unthinkable happened.
It was right after the girl was returned to her parents and everyone was packing up to go home that Jack called Danny and Martin into his office. Martin had to admire Jack’s tactics. He was too tired to hide anything much less successfully deny anything.
Jack motioned them both in and to close the door.
“Keep it out of the office. Don’t get caught.” Jack looked at them both. “Go home get some rest. You both look like shit.”
Even exhaustion couldn’t keep Danny from being Danny, who smirked and replied, “You should follow your own advice.” Jack raised an eyebrow, which Danny answered with an eyebrow raise of his own and a tilt of his head. Jack shook his head and a tired smile graced his lips, while he pointed to the door.
Martin made a mental note to ask Danny about that remark later. Danny had to know something about Jack to say that.
A duet of ‘yes sirs’ echoed in the office. Then he and Danny were packed and headed out. As Martin was driving out of the parking garage, Danny told him to go home because Danny had no desire to see if his apartment was damaged during the water main break. Martin nodded as Danny settled into the front seat eyes closed and head on the rest. At a light Martin took a few seconds to stare at Danny’s profile. He smiled as he thought of Danny thinking about his apartment as home.
“Fitzie, stop admiring and drive.”
Martin shook his head and drove on.
At the apartment they showered together and then climbed into bed. Martin wrapped himself around Danny, only falling asleep minutes after Danny.
After a good twenty-four hours of sleep Martin felt human again. He no longer needed coffee to function and he could actually attend to things like mail. It was then he noticed he didn’t have his phone bill. It was probably in his bag.
Going through his bag, Martin happened upon the calendar that started this whole thing.
He opened it to August and finally read what Danny had written.
‘To the best partner a man could have at his back. Todo mi amor, Danny.5”
Again Martin had to rack his eighth-grade Spanish to make out the meaning of the words.
Martin went to his desk in the living room and searched for a push pin. Not finding one he went to the kitchen throw-all-drawer and found some thumb tacks. He put the calendar up in his bedroom with August proudly on display.
He was still staring at the picture when Danny came up behind him.
“You do know it’s not August?” Danny sniggered, as he placed a hand on Martin’s neck.
“The snow outside isn’t just decoration?” Martin managed to keep a straight face, as he said the words. He knew full well that his bland expression would be history if he even glanced in Danny’s direction.
“Studly-looking fellow isn’t he?” Danny asked.
“Hmm, I wonder how he is in bed?” Martin asked.
Danny pretended to think about that. “I’ll bet he’s pretty damned good.”
“Really? Hey you think I got a shot?” Martin raised an eyebrow at Danny.
Danny looked Martin up and down. “Yes, I think you do. You know, I could arrange a private meeting.”
Martin looked at the picture again. “How about you do that?”
Danny smiled and licked the shell of Martin’s ear as he pulled Martin close. “I believe we have some unfinished business. I recall a certain promise.”
Martin placed his arms over Danny’s. “I seem to recall that promise too. How about we get started?”
Danny leaned in and no part of Martin’s mouth was left unexplored. Danny’s lips, teeth, and tongue were everywhere, Martin felt as if Danny was intent on exploring every inch of his mouth. When he finally released Martin’s mouth, Martin thought that maybe Danny had and he had better do it again. As he leaned in for another kiss Danny spoke.
“No. How about we pick up where we left off?”
~ Fin ~
1 I’ll have to call you back.
2 Shit
3 God, yes.
4 Martin, my love, follow me to heaven.
5 All my love, Danny.
Chapters: 3/3
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.
The depth of emotion behind that look rendered Martin motionless.
It wasn’t a smirk or a grin. It was smile unlike any he had ever seen on Danny’s face.
It was the soft smile on Danny’s face that shook him. Martin had never seen that look on Danny’s face before. He had seen Danny in various states, but never before like this. He thought he knew what Danny was telling him and he would do his damnedest not to let his own insecurities about everything ruin it.
Returning this very rare gift, Martin kissed Danny softly.
It never failed to surprise him how Danny was able to alter his life with just a look.
Letting his tongue speak for him Martin told Danny all the things he knew he’d never be able to voice aloud.
One tender kiss led to another, and another, which led to longer ones, harder ones, culminating in breath-stealing kisses.
Danny responded to him in kind, wrapping his arms around Martin and sinking into every kiss with an answer.
Martin pulled his head slightly away from Danny’s, pleased when Danny made the move to follow him.
Placing a hand between Danny’s legs Martin stroked Danny slightly.
“May I?” he asked, Martin added to his plea with soft nips along Danny’s jaw.
“Dios, sí,3” Danny answered.
Smiling at Danny’s words, Martin didn’t want to leave, he was so ready, but he was torn with indecision. Danny gripped him as if he knew Martin’s dilemma. “It’s OK.”
“It’ll hurt.” Martin whispered.
Danny answered. “Do it.”
Nodding Martin thoroughly wet his fingers.
Closing his eyes at the taste of himself he re-wetted his fingers and then slowly stretched Danny’s tight entrance. Fear of hurting Danny made him take it slow. He slid in slowly letting Danny get accustomed to him, silently repeating crime statistics to calm his self.
The grimace in Danny’s face told everything he needed to know and he gently stroked Danny’s flagging erection as a counterpoint to the pain.
He had to pause because the first feel of Danny was overwhelming. He could hardly breathe. It had taken longer than he thought but this was his zero to sixty in eight point five seconds. His mind went blank and all he could do was hold on after he broke one hundred and was now plowing through the straight-away in the car that was Danny.
It was Danny slowly pushing himself down that refocused his attention. Holding on to Danny’s hips Martin let up on the gas and started to ease his way in.
After a few torturous lifetimes he was finally fully seated within Danny. Shaking with the strain of stopping himself from plunging into Danny, he fought hard to hold on, waiting for a sign from Danny that he was ready, when Danny wrapped his long legs around Martin’s waist, he almost sighed in relief.
With a nod from Danny Martin started to move. Oh Yes. Moving was so much better.
He didn’t want to but he couldn’t help himself and closed his eyes as he felt Danny all around him, all smoothness and heat. Martin’s hips seem to find their own sync with Danny. His movements started out gentle but when Danny tightened around him Martin’s control finally broke.
Martin lost himself in the movement. He was focused on the feeling of being inside Danny. How tight Danny was around his cock. Danny’s long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, seeing Danny’s hands gripping the couch to gain more leverage encouraging Martin to go deeper inside Danny. The echo of skin slapping against skin urged Martin on. When Martin shifted his angle he watched as Danny threw his head back and started a mantra of ‘si’s’. That’s when Martin changed his pacing for a new goal. He strived to hear Danny curse. When that happened he wouldn’t be pleased because next he wanted to hear Danny call for God.
What he was unprepared for was when Danny grasped his hand and threaded their fingers together and asked, “Martin mi amor, me sigue al cielo4.”
Martin didn’t know all of what Danny said but he recognized his name and the word love. His rhythm gentled as he sought to figure out what Danny was asking for.
Danny tightened his inner muscles when Martin stopped moving altogether.
It was the strained, “Martin por favor” that jumpstarted his brain, finally getting the gist of what Danny was asking for.
He pulled their linked hands to his mouth and kissed them tenderly.
Bringing their linked hands down, they both held Danny’s erection.
Together they brought Danny off and for the second time that night. A silent “Martin” on Danny’s breath as his climax took him.
Martin sped up then and continued thrusting into Danny but it was when Danny took their hands, dragged their fingers into the cooling liquid on his chest, and then put those fingers in his mouth did Martin come. A few moments later he collapsed atop of Danny.
They were a tangle of arms and legs, cooling sweat and semen, and panting breaths on the floor. Martin reluctantly but gingerly rolled off Danny, knowing he was heavy but unwilling to lose any contact with Danny.
Martin was surprised when Danny rolled with him. A small smile settled on his face as he realized Danny felt the same way.
The apartment was warm but soon they would start feeling the cold and they needed to get clean. Martin stroked Danny’s back. Relishing the feel of Danny’s skin, fingertips soaking in the heat, remembering what it was like to be inside Danny.
With those thoughts floating to the forefront of his mind, Martin pushed aside all the what-ifs and what-nows, and decided that those could wait till morning.
“You know my shower is big enough for two,” Martin whispered into the top of Danny’s head that was currently resting in the crook of Martin’s neck.
“I like the way you think,” Danny answered.
Danny slowly sat up, smiled at Martin, wincing slightly as he stood up and then bent back down to pick up his pants and shirt.
Martin grinned at the perfect ass he was presented with, licking his lips as he watched his ejaculate drip down Danny’s leg.
It gave his spent cock ideas it shouldn’t have so soon after two mind blowing orgasms. However, just because he needed more turn around time didn’t mean he could do other things.
He watched Danny frown slightly as he shook out his garments and carefully laid them on the back of the couch. Martin shook his head slightly at the act and then kneeled behind Danny. He smiled at Danny’s gasp as he tongued the back of Danny’s legs. Barely stopping himself from completely following the path of his come Martin slowly stood up, wrapping his arms around Danny’s slender waist before bringing himself flush against Danny.
Martin inhaled the scent of sweat, come, and underneath it all Danny. Placing his face in the arch of Danny’s neck he laved at the smooth skin there.
Danny’s head fell backwards as he leaned back into the embrace, a whisper of ‘Martin’ on his lips. They stood like that until Martin pushed Danny forward slightly toward the bathroom.
In between washes they kissed softly and took measure of each other’s body.
Martin paid special attention to scars on Danny’s stomach and wrist, learning their texture, committing their placement to memory. Martin swayed into Danny’s touch when his hands lingered on small scar on his back from swimming.
Martin sighed softly as Danny massaged the tension in his back. The cooling water ended the gentle exploration, drying off they separated to dress.
Danny pulled out some sweats of his own, saving Martin the trouble of trying to find something to fit Danny. Danny had brought his gym and overnight bag that he always kept at the office in case of emergencies.
They re-heated the now cold Indian food and talked quietly of inconsequential things, avoiding any topic that had to do with the future. He simply wanted to enjoy this moment.
During dinner Martin’s eyes constantly strayed to all the marks that were now starting to color Danny’s skin. He avoided Danny’s knowing smirk every time he was caught staring.
Martin almost dropped the plate he was rinsing when he felt Danny press against him. Barely managing to finish washing their dishes from dinner as Danny’s sucked on his earlobe and his hands started to dip lower and lower into Martin’s sweatpants.
Turning in the circle of Danny’s arms Martin licked the first mark he saw on Danny’s neck, bringing forth a low moan from Danny.
Martin rewarded the sound with a deep kiss. Pulling away from Danny’s mouth Martin pulled off Danny’s t-shirt, dropping it when it cleared Danny’s head. Now he was able to lave the mark on Danny’s clavicle. At Danny’s gasp of his name he lifted his head slightly now able to nibble at the neck of the head that was thrown back. Slowly making his way up to Danny’s mouth Martin gently traced the corner of Danny’s mouth. Teasing Danny getting him to tongue play, when Danny leaned forward to kiss Martin properly Martin leaned back. As Danny opened his mouth Martin leaned in quickly and licked Danny’s tongue. When Danny tried to kiss him again Martin leaned back again keeping his mouth open and his tongue hovering slightly above his bottom lip. It was then Danny smiled and caught on and stuck his tongue out to play.
Martin and Danny gently played with each other, chest to chest, hip to hip, cock to cock, thigh to thigh they stood. While their tongues caressed each other, under, over, in and out they played. Danny pressed closer and closer to Martin, while Martin still refused to let Danny’s lips touch his own. Danny’s hands were doing a fantastic job of convincing Martin he should let Danny properly kiss him. Martin enjoyed the feel of Danny’s hand on his neck, the fingertips that trailed down his side, or the finger that kept teasingly entering the crease of his ass. While Martin wrapped his arms around Danny and his hands explored Danny’s ass.
Martin was content to continue where they were but it was when the kitchen counter’s edge digging into his back become painful enough not to ignore did he push Danny away and lead him into his bedroom. Martin was anxious to see Danny on his bed. He could picture all that skin on his white sheets.
Pushing Danny down on the bed, Martin climbed atop him and continued re-visiting all those blossoming marks.
Waiting to see how long it would take for Danny to reverse their roles. Martin was quite aware that the way things played out earlier this evening had a lot to do about assuring his place in Danny’s life. He had yet to feel Danny’s claim on himself. He wanted to experience how Danny would find all the places that made him moan. He wanted be under Danny, he wanted to feel what it was like to have Danny inside him. Owning him, possessing him, proving beyond all doubt that he was the one Danny wanted. He wanted to know if this insane, heady, out of control feeling that he had for what ever they were was mirrored in Danny.
Knowing that morning would come soon enough Martin intended to make proper use of the time.
He was reaching Danny’s stomach when he faintly heard a cell phone. Fully intent on ignoring it until he heard Danny swear fluently in Spanish, Martin groaned into Danny’s stomach.
Reluctantly sitting up Martin sighed deeply, bent back down to quickly lick a mark on Danny’s waist. He shook his head to focus enough to walk, into the living room and picked up the blearing cell phone.
He growled, “Fitzgerald”, into the phone.
Silence was all he heard. Then Jack’s voice came through the phone. “Martin?”
“Yeah Jack,” he said, slightly annoyed by the questioning voice. After all, didn’t Jack know who he was calling? “Where?”
More silence.
“Jack?” Martin took a silent deep breath. “Jack? Are you there?”
“You and Taylor,” Martin made a face at how Jack said Danny’s last name, “get to 84th and Central Park West.”
“Yeah Jack, thirty minutes.” Martin closed the phone, his mind starting to clear as it filled with disappointment as he approached the bed. “84th and Central Park West. Thirty minutes,” he told Danny.
Danny nodded and then looked at Martin’s hand. Martin wondered what was so special about his phone. It was the color rapidly draining from Danny’s face that got Martin’s attention.
“Danny!” Martin started toward the side of the bed. “Danny you OK?”
Danny pointed down. Martin looked and all he saw was the phone in his hand, confusion evident on his face. Not comprehending Danny’s reaction at all.
“Martin, you answered my phone.”
Martin froze as he realized to whom he had just talked to. When Martin started to shake it was Danny’s turn to ask Martin if he was OK.
Martin sat heavily on the bed as Danny swung his legs over the side of the bed and slid next to him. Martin gripped Danny’s arm tight.
Martin looked up at Danny. “Jack,” he whispered. “Jack knows.”
Both men froze as they realized a second cell never rang.
It was Danny who got it together first.
“Nothing we can do about that now. Someone out there needs our help. Let’s move.”
That got Martin into action. Martin pulled out some clothes and went to the bathroom. Within three minutes both men were dressed and checking their service weapons. In another two they were in the car and on their way to the scene.
At the first red light, Danny grabbed Martin by the tie and kissed him hard. When he pulled away he said, “After this wraps we pick up right where we left off.”
Martin stepped on the gas as the light changed, “No matter what?”
“No matter what,” Danny confirmed.
Martin liked the confidence in Danny’s voice and decided to trust in that.
~*~
This was one of those cases that lasted three days too long. They had been running for 72 hours, just barely able to catch up with the victim right before the unthinkable happened.
It was right after the girl was returned to her parents and everyone was packing up to go home that Jack called Danny and Martin into his office. Martin had to admire Jack’s tactics. He was too tired to hide anything much less successfully deny anything.
Jack motioned them both in and to close the door.
“Keep it out of the office. Don’t get caught.” Jack looked at them both. “Go home get some rest. You both look like shit.”
Even exhaustion couldn’t keep Danny from being Danny, who smirked and replied, “You should follow your own advice.” Jack raised an eyebrow, which Danny answered with an eyebrow raise of his own and a tilt of his head. Jack shook his head and a tired smile graced his lips, while he pointed to the door.
Martin made a mental note to ask Danny about that remark later. Danny had to know something about Jack to say that.
A duet of ‘yes sirs’ echoed in the office. Then he and Danny were packed and headed out. As Martin was driving out of the parking garage, Danny told him to go home because Danny had no desire to see if his apartment was damaged during the water main break. Martin nodded as Danny settled into the front seat eyes closed and head on the rest. At a light Martin took a few seconds to stare at Danny’s profile. He smiled as he thought of Danny thinking about his apartment as home.
“Fitzie, stop admiring and drive.”
Martin shook his head and drove on.
At the apartment they showered together and then climbed into bed. Martin wrapped himself around Danny, only falling asleep minutes after Danny.
After a good twenty-four hours of sleep Martin felt human again. He no longer needed coffee to function and he could actually attend to things like mail. It was then he noticed he didn’t have his phone bill. It was probably in his bag.
Going through his bag, Martin happened upon the calendar that started this whole thing.
He opened it to August and finally read what Danny had written.
‘To the best partner a man could have at his back. Todo mi amor, Danny.5”
Again Martin had to rack his eighth-grade Spanish to make out the meaning of the words.
Martin went to his desk in the living room and searched for a push pin. Not finding one he went to the kitchen throw-all-drawer and found some thumb tacks. He put the calendar up in his bedroom with August proudly on display.
He was still staring at the picture when Danny came up behind him.
“You do know it’s not August?” Danny sniggered, as he placed a hand on Martin’s neck.
“The snow outside isn’t just decoration?” Martin managed to keep a straight face, as he said the words. He knew full well that his bland expression would be history if he even glanced in Danny’s direction.
“Studly-looking fellow isn’t he?” Danny asked.
“Hmm, I wonder how he is in bed?” Martin asked.
Danny pretended to think about that. “I’ll bet he’s pretty damned good.”
“Really? Hey you think I got a shot?” Martin raised an eyebrow at Danny.
Danny looked Martin up and down. “Yes, I think you do. You know, I could arrange a private meeting.”
Martin looked at the picture again. “How about you do that?”
Danny smiled and licked the shell of Martin’s ear as he pulled Martin close. “I believe we have some unfinished business. I recall a certain promise.”
Martin placed his arms over Danny’s. “I seem to recall that promise too. How about we get started?”
Danny leaned in and no part of Martin’s mouth was left unexplored. Danny’s lips, teeth, and tongue were everywhere, Martin felt as if Danny was intent on exploring every inch of his mouth. When he finally released Martin’s mouth, Martin thought that maybe Danny had and he had better do it again. As he leaned in for another kiss Danny spoke.
“No. How about we pick up where we left off?”
~ Fin ~
1 I’ll have to call you back.
2 Shit
3 God, yes.
4 Martin, my love, follow me to heaven.
5 All my love, Danny.