Fic: A Bird In the Hand (WAT, Danny/Martin, NC17)
So I wrote this thing. It's a PWP -- elevator cliché smut, as requested by nekosmuse. I tried to make it really cliché-laden without actually becoming ridiculous, but whether or not I succeeded...well, that's up to you. I couldn't decide between first-time (which is what I wrote) or established relationship. Eh. Maybe I'll write the other one sometime when I've got nothing else to do.
In the course of writing this I started thinking about Martin's father, as I am wont to do, and I realized that I've never really dealt with my own ideas about Martin's family and what coming out even just to those closest to him would mean. So now I've got yet another Martin-centric plot arc in my head that I probably won't ever do anything with. You know, someday I am actually going to write one of these long, involved Martin fics. The trouble is that he doesn't like me, so getting him to work with me is practically impossible.
Nick's much easier. Maybe I should write fic about his family. At least it's something I've never done before.
Anyway. You probably just want me to shut up and hand over the porn. Right. Here you go. I should mention that I cribbed an idea from celli's Tax Challenge for one line of this, but it doesn't actually fit her challenge, which you should go check out and maybe participate in.
A Bird In the Hand, Danny/Martin, NC17.
"Would you quit pressing the button?"
"That's what you're supposed to do."
"Martin, you've pressed it a dozen times already. The elevator's stuck, we're not going anywhere."
"Well what do you want me to do? Just stand here and do nothing?"
"Unless you want to climb out through the shaft like they do in the movies, yeah. I'm sure they'll get it moving again soon."
"What if nobody notices we're in here?"
"Somebody will notice. There are three hundred employees in this building, someone will notice the elevator's not moving eventually."
"Not if everyone's gone already. It's after 5:00."
Danny's calm expression faltered a little at that, but a second later he recovered and shrugged nonchalantly. "There's the janitorial staff. And the security guys -- they'll notice."
"So we're just supposed to stand around until someone notices the elevator's not moving."
"Unless you have a better idea."
Martin scowled and glanced over his shoulder, expecting to find Danny smirking at him. And he was, but there was something else in his expression -- 'heat' was the only word Martin could think of to describe it. He'd caught Danny looking at him like that once or twice over the past few months, but he'd always told himself he was imagining things. Only there was less than six feet of space between them now, and there was no way he could convince himself that he was imagining the way Danny was looking at him.
He ignored the surge of desire that shot straight to his groin, turning his back to Danny again and digging in his pocket for his cell phone. He flipped it open and scowled at the screen, holding it up and trying a few different angles before he sighed and gave up.
"Let me guess, no signal."
"You sound like this is something that's happened to you before."
"Let's just say this isn't the most reliable building in the city. The last time I was trapped in here with a nice grey-haired secretary from the ninth floor. She was a better conversationalist than you."
Martin rolled his eyes and dropped his cell phone back in his pocket, then peeled his jacket off and dropped it on the floor on top of his backpack. It was always a little warm in the building's elevators, but now that they'd been stuck for awhile it was starting to get uncomfortable. And it just figured he'd get stuck in a twelve by twelve box with Danny, of all people. "I bet. What'd she do, tell you stories about her grandkids?"
Danny was smirking again -- he didn't have to look to know, he could feel it in the other man's voice. "It was better than staring at the back of her head for two hours."
"You were trapped for two hours?" Martin asked, forgetting all about grey-haired secretaries and the fact that he wasn't supposed to be looking at Danny long enough to turn and face the other man. They'd worked together long enough for Martin to be able to tell when Danny was yanking his chain just to get a rise out of him, and Martin's heart sank when he saw that the other man was serious. "That's just great."
"What's the matter, Fitzie, you got a date or something?"
"No," Martin answered automatically, but as soon as the word was out of his mouth he wished he could take it back. It wouldn't have hurt anything to let Danny think he had a date -- at the very least he could have used it as an excuse to explain his impatience, and if Danny thought he had some kind of life Martin didn't really have to correct him.
It was too late now, though, because Danny was smirking again, and the heated expression was a little stronger now. Martin shifted uncomfortably and tried to inch as far away from the other man as he could without being obvious, but as soon as he moved Danny swayed a little closer. "What, you're telling me you're not chasing after Samantha anymore?"
"Chasing...I never chased Samantha. I took her out for a drink once to get her mind off that mess with the OPR. I was being a friend."
"Is that what they're calling it now?"
He rolled his eyes again and reached up, loosening his tie against the heat in the elevator. And someone should really look into the building's air quality, because it was practically stifling in here and Martin was having a little trouble breathing. "Why do you care, anyway?"
"Just trying to look out for you, Martin. You should know better than anyone what a bad idea it is to dip your pen in the company inkwell."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, with your last name you can't figure that out? There are things about Sam you don't know, things that could maybe hurt your career."
"If you're talking about Jack, I know all about it."
For a second Danny looked surprised, but when Martin blinked his expression was right back to smug. "Well maybe you're not as clueless as I thought."
"And maybe you should stop trying to second-guess situations you don't know anything about."
"Ouch," Danny said, but he looked more amused than offended. "You know, Martin, if I didn't know better I'd think you had something to hide."
He knew it was just another one of Danny's attempts to get under his skin, but Martin wasn't going to admit how effective it was. They both knew what he wasn't saying -- he was pretty sure Danny knew, anyway, otherwise he would have gotten bored and stopped trying to bait Martin by now. There was no way he didn't know that Martin wanted him, but that didn't mean he was going to do anything about it. Because Danny was right -- his last name made him more high-profile in the Bureau than he really wanted to be, and sleeping with Danny would get him in trouble a lot faster than trying to move in on his boss' ex.
There were times when he wondered if that was just an excuse he told himself so that he wouldn't have to deal with the way Danny looked at him sometimes, but he knew it was at least partly true. If his father heard about it -- and he would, that much Martin was sure of -- he'd make Martin's life hell in as many ways as he could, and Martin wasn't sure any amount of sex was worth that.
"This is ridiculous. Shouldn't someone have noticed by now?"
"We've only been in here for ten minutes."
And that couldn't be right, but when Martin glanced at his watch it hadn't moved nearly as much as he'd expected. He wasn't about to admit that being stuck in a small space with Danny was already driving him crazy, though, so he swallowed a sigh and leaned heavily against the elevator wall, closing his eyes and imagining himself somewhere far, far away from a stalled elevator in an office building in Manhattan.
"So that's how it's gonna be. You're just going to pretend I'm not here?"
Martin sighed and cracked one eye open, struggling not to smirk at Danny's expression. "What, you want me to tell you stories about my grandkids?"
"That's one idea."
Suddenly Danny seemed to be a lot closer, although Martin was pretty sure he hadn't moved. He'd heard about small spaces closing in on people, but he'd never been claustrophobic and he was pretty sure the sudden increase in his heart rate had more to do with Danny than the size of the elevator. And he knew exactly what Danny was getting at - at least he thought he did, but they both knew it was a bad idea. Only Danny was definitely closer now, leaning into Martin's personal space and smelling way too good.
"I…uh…I've got some paperwork I was planning to finish up tonight."
"Paperwork?" Danny echoed, following when Martin shifted away from him. "That's why you're so anxious to get out of here? Come on, Martin, even you can do better than that."
He had a feeling he should be insulted, but it was hard to think straight when Danny's hand was braced against the wall right next to his shoulder, fingers close enough to brush Martin's collar if he wanted to. So far he hadn't touched, but Martin had a feeling if he stood still long enough Danny would get tired of waiting and see how far he could push Martin before he got a reaction. "Like you've never taken work home with you before."
"Not if I can help it," Danny answered, and when he leaned even closer Martin found himself wishing he'd stayed at the office to finish his reports. If he had he'd still be up there right now, blissfully ignorant of the fact that Danny was stuck by himself in the elevator.
"What are you…" That was as far as he got, because as soon as Danny's hand landed on his arm it started moving, and when it reached his neck Martin didn't trust his voice anymore.
"What does it look like?" Danny asked, tugging Martin's tie open with one expert movement.
"I thought you didn't dip your…your pen…" He paused, searching for the rest of the analogy, but his brain was on overload from the feeling of Danny's fingers on the buttons of his shirt. Finally he gave up, head falling back against the elevator wall with a dull thud. "God, Danny, this is a bad idea."
"I said you should know better, I didn't say I wouldn't do it," Danny corrected him, and even with Danny's hands on him and Danny's breath on his skin Martin still found himself laughing at the other man's smug expression. "If you want me to stop just say the word."
He knew Danny meant it - he knew all he had to say was 'no' and Danny would stop, pull them both back together in that way he had, and they could just pretend this never happened. Only that wouldn't erase the memory of Danny's hands pushing his shirt open or Danny's thigh pressing between his legs, it wouldn't erase the memory of Danny's voice low in his ear or…oh God, Danny's mouth on his neck. All he had to do was say the word, just one little syllable and this would all be over. And it was crazy, because they were stuck in a space the size of Martin's bathroom and it was possible they were going to be there all night, but at the moment that seemed like the best reason in the world to say yes.
"Danny," he said again, but this time his hands were in Danny's hair to urge him just a little closer, his mouth still moving on Martin's neck and he was going to die before Danny ever kissed him. He wasn't even sure he wanted Danny to kiss him, because his hands on Martin's skin were enough to make Martin feel like he might explode, and he wasn't sure he could take much more.
He was vaguely aware of the sound of his own voice, murmuring something that might have been Danny's name over and over again until that hot mouth left his neck as Danny pulled back to smile at him, and Martin just barely managed to bite back a whimper. For a second Danny just looked, and Martin had a moment to wonder if this was all some elaborate joke before Danny leaned in again, and Martin didn't even stop to think before he pressed their mouths together.
Just a few seconds ago he'd been trying to convince himself that kissing Danny was the worst thing he could do, but if he'd known what Danny's mouth would feel like against his he would have done this months ago. He was pressed against a hard wall with a metal railing digging into the small of his back, but it didn't matter as long as Danny kept kissing him. Every nerve ending in his body was focused on the kiss, and when Danny did this thing with his tongue Martin felt it all the way in his toes.
He gasped against Danny's lips, earning a little chuckle as Danny relinquished his mouth long enough to tug his pants open. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders, hopelessly wrinkled and he had no idea where his tie ended up. He vaguely remembered Danny pulling it off, and he flushed when he pictured what he must look like, panting and flexing his fingers against Danny's shoulders.
Danny who was still wearing all his clothes, who still looked practically immaculate despite the fact that he had Martin's pants down around his thighs and one strong hand wrapped around his cock. That didn't seem right, but there was nothing Martin could do about it while Danny's hand was moving on his cock, thumb pressing hard against the head on each upstroke. And he had no idea that Danny was a mind reader, but he had to be because that was the only way he could know exactly what Martin liked best.
And Danny's hand on him was amazing, but when Danny dropped to his knees and glanced up long enough to grin Martin couldn't hold back a helpless groan. He wasn't even sure how they got here, with Danny on his knees and Martin's cock in his mouth, but Martin sent up a quick prayer of thanks to whoever was listening because he was pretty sure this couldn't have happened without some kind of divine intervention. There had to be some kind of magic involved to make the elevator stop working on the one day Danny and Martin both left the office late, because Martin had never been this lucky.
He gasped and arched his back against the wall, fighting the urge to thrust into the wet warmth surrounding him. And Danny's talent definitely wasn't limited to his kissing technique - his mouth moved faster and faster, throat working around the tip of Martin's cock and one hand pressed between Martin's legs, massaging that spot that made sparks ignite behind Martin's eyes. His knees wobbled and Danny's other hand tightened on his hip, pressing him back against the wall to keep him standing.
Martin's hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, fingers twitching with the urge to touch, to bury his hands in dark hair and thrust. He knew Danny, though, and he knew he wouldn't give up control easily, so he closed his eyes and focused on not coming too soon. Lasting longer than the average teenager would have been more than enough at this point, but way too soon Martin felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. He distracted himself by thinking about tax codes, about shelters and schedules and property accrual until his brain shut down completely and he let go, coming long before he was ready to give up the amazing heat of Danny's mouth.
He was still trying to catch his breath when Danny stood up, kissing his way up the center of Martin's chest, licking a hot stripe along his collarbone and up his neck to press their mouths together again. This kiss was slower, less urgent and even though Danny was still hard he was taking his time, hands exploring Martin's exposed skin while his tongue mapped every inch of Martin's mouth. It felt…lazy, like they had all the time in the world and Danny was going to make sure he memorized everything about Martin before he let go again.
Martin's heart skipped a beat at that, fingers fumbling with Danny's zipper for a few endless seconds before he finally got it down. He slid a hand inside, past Danny's boxers to wrap around his cock. Danny moaned against his mouth and Martin couldn't help smiling at the sound, because he'd never really expected Danny to want him this much. He'd definitely never expected Danny to suck him off in an elevator, but he was starting to think he'd been underestimating the lengths Danny was willing to go to get what he wanted.
"I want to fuck you," Danny murmured against his mouth, the sound of his voice making Martin's cock twitch painfully.
"What, in the elevator?"
Danny shook his head and Martin could feel the grin against his cheek. "No," he said, his voice catching when Martin's thumb stroked across the head of his cock, "in my bed. Wanna take you home…all night…"
He trailed off with a moan when Martin slid a hand into his hair, gripping hard and pulling him forward for a hard kiss. His hand moved faster on Danny's cock, keeping time with the erratic thrusts of Danny's hips against him. And he'd always known that Danny would be hot like this, but he'd never imagined that he could have this affect on his partner. Sure, he'd caught Danny looking a few times, but Danny looked at everybody, and Martin had never imagined that he'd find himself stuck in an elevator giving Danny a hand job.
A tiny, practical voice in the back of his mind chose that moment to point out what a bad idea this was, that any second now Danny was going to come, and when he did he was going to ruin his shirt. And Martin had always been a practical guy, so he pulled his hand off Danny's cock, ignoring his frustrated protest and pushing him back against the elevator wall. He dropped to his knees a little less gracefully than Danny had, but his pants were still around his ankles and he was pretty impressed with himself for managing it without tripping.
Danny's hand was in his hair as soon as he hit the floor, guiding him a little less patiently than he probably intended until Martin's mouth finally closed around his cock. He thrust shallowly into Martin's mouth, his hand on the back of Martin's head to guide his movements. And there was that control thing again, but Martin let it go for the moment and focused on finding all the spots that made Danny moan and thrust a little harder.
His hands gripped Danny's hips, fingers clenched hard around the fabric of Danny's pants. He knew when he finally let go he'd leave behind a mess of wrinkles, but he couldn't make himself care about what they were going to look like when they finally got out of here. In fact, there was a tiny, irrational part of him that thought the idea of just staying right here forever sounded like a pretty good plan, because he could think of lots of ways to fill up the time, and none of them involved paperwork.
He laughed at the thought, the sound vibrating around Danny's length. Danny groaned and tightened his grip on Martin's hair just a little, tensing under Martin's grip as he moaned his orgasm. Martin swallowed around Danny's length, waiting until Danny stopped shaking before he pulled off and sat back on the elevator floor, trying not to think about what had been spilled on the carpet while he struggled back into his pants. Finally he stood up, taking a minute to admire the sight of Danny panting and still mostly clothed, eyes glazed over and for once wearing an expression that didn't make Martin feel like he wasn't in on the joke.
Martin grinned back and tucked Danny back into his pants, tucking his shirt in and straightening his tie before he found his own tie in the corner of the elevator. He was reaching for it when the elevator lurched, and he barely caught himself before he hit the floor again. It took a second to register the fact that the elevator was actually moving, but as soon as it did Martin buttoned his shirt as quickly as he could and pulled his tie back on. He was still tucking his shirt in when the elevator doors opened, and when he looked up and found one of the security guards watching him the tips of his ears turned red.
"Hey, Angelo," Danny said, and Martin didn't have to look to know Danny was grinning like a Cheshire cat. And maybe he should be grateful that Danny could play it cool no matter what the situation, because if they were both blushing there would be no room for plausible deniability at all. He managed to avoid meeting Angelo's gaze as he picked up his jacket and his backpack, following Danny off the elevator and trailing behind him as he listened to the other man make small talk with the security guard.
"How long were you two in there, anyway?" Angelo asked, and Martin blushed even harder when Danny glanced at him.
"Not too long," Danny answered. "We were just starting to get bored when you showed up."
Martin waited until Danny had waved a cheerful goodbye to their savior and they were out on the sidewalk before he said anything, pulling his jacket close against the cool evening air. "Starting to get bored?"
Danny grinned and shook his head, sliding one arm around Martin's shoulders and steering him toward the subway that would take them to Danny's apartment. "Trust me, Martin, the one thing you aren't is boring."
In the course of writing this I started thinking about Martin's father, as I am wont to do, and I realized that I've never really dealt with my own ideas about Martin's family and what coming out even just to those closest to him would mean. So now I've got yet another Martin-centric plot arc in my head that I probably won't ever do anything with. You know, someday I am actually going to write one of these long, involved Martin fics. The trouble is that he doesn't like me, so getting him to work with me is practically impossible.
Nick's much easier. Maybe I should write fic about his family. At least it's something I've never done before.
Anyway. You probably just want me to shut up and hand over the porn. Right. Here you go. I should mention that I cribbed an idea from celli's Tax Challenge for one line of this, but it doesn't actually fit her challenge, which you should go check out and maybe participate in.
A Bird In the Hand, Danny/Martin, NC17.
"Would you quit pressing the button?"
"That's what you're supposed to do."
"Martin, you've pressed it a dozen times already. The elevator's stuck, we're not going anywhere."
"Well what do you want me to do? Just stand here and do nothing?"
"Unless you want to climb out through the shaft like they do in the movies, yeah. I'm sure they'll get it moving again soon."
"What if nobody notices we're in here?"
"Somebody will notice. There are three hundred employees in this building, someone will notice the elevator's not moving eventually."
"Not if everyone's gone already. It's after 5:00."
Danny's calm expression faltered a little at that, but a second later he recovered and shrugged nonchalantly. "There's the janitorial staff. And the security guys -- they'll notice."
"So we're just supposed to stand around until someone notices the elevator's not moving."
"Unless you have a better idea."
Martin scowled and glanced over his shoulder, expecting to find Danny smirking at him. And he was, but there was something else in his expression -- 'heat' was the only word Martin could think of to describe it. He'd caught Danny looking at him like that once or twice over the past few months, but he'd always told himself he was imagining things. Only there was less than six feet of space between them now, and there was no way he could convince himself that he was imagining the way Danny was looking at him.
He ignored the surge of desire that shot straight to his groin, turning his back to Danny again and digging in his pocket for his cell phone. He flipped it open and scowled at the screen, holding it up and trying a few different angles before he sighed and gave up.
"Let me guess, no signal."
"You sound like this is something that's happened to you before."
"Let's just say this isn't the most reliable building in the city. The last time I was trapped in here with a nice grey-haired secretary from the ninth floor. She was a better conversationalist than you."
Martin rolled his eyes and dropped his cell phone back in his pocket, then peeled his jacket off and dropped it on the floor on top of his backpack. It was always a little warm in the building's elevators, but now that they'd been stuck for awhile it was starting to get uncomfortable. And it just figured he'd get stuck in a twelve by twelve box with Danny, of all people. "I bet. What'd she do, tell you stories about her grandkids?"
Danny was smirking again -- he didn't have to look to know, he could feel it in the other man's voice. "It was better than staring at the back of her head for two hours."
"You were trapped for two hours?" Martin asked, forgetting all about grey-haired secretaries and the fact that he wasn't supposed to be looking at Danny long enough to turn and face the other man. They'd worked together long enough for Martin to be able to tell when Danny was yanking his chain just to get a rise out of him, and Martin's heart sank when he saw that the other man was serious. "That's just great."
"What's the matter, Fitzie, you got a date or something?"
"No," Martin answered automatically, but as soon as the word was out of his mouth he wished he could take it back. It wouldn't have hurt anything to let Danny think he had a date -- at the very least he could have used it as an excuse to explain his impatience, and if Danny thought he had some kind of life Martin didn't really have to correct him.
It was too late now, though, because Danny was smirking again, and the heated expression was a little stronger now. Martin shifted uncomfortably and tried to inch as far away from the other man as he could without being obvious, but as soon as he moved Danny swayed a little closer. "What, you're telling me you're not chasing after Samantha anymore?"
"Chasing...I never chased Samantha. I took her out for a drink once to get her mind off that mess with the OPR. I was being a friend."
"Is that what they're calling it now?"
He rolled his eyes again and reached up, loosening his tie against the heat in the elevator. And someone should really look into the building's air quality, because it was practically stifling in here and Martin was having a little trouble breathing. "Why do you care, anyway?"
"Just trying to look out for you, Martin. You should know better than anyone what a bad idea it is to dip your pen in the company inkwell."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, with your last name you can't figure that out? There are things about Sam you don't know, things that could maybe hurt your career."
"If you're talking about Jack, I know all about it."
For a second Danny looked surprised, but when Martin blinked his expression was right back to smug. "Well maybe you're not as clueless as I thought."
"And maybe you should stop trying to second-guess situations you don't know anything about."
"Ouch," Danny said, but he looked more amused than offended. "You know, Martin, if I didn't know better I'd think you had something to hide."
He knew it was just another one of Danny's attempts to get under his skin, but Martin wasn't going to admit how effective it was. They both knew what he wasn't saying -- he was pretty sure Danny knew, anyway, otherwise he would have gotten bored and stopped trying to bait Martin by now. There was no way he didn't know that Martin wanted him, but that didn't mean he was going to do anything about it. Because Danny was right -- his last name made him more high-profile in the Bureau than he really wanted to be, and sleeping with Danny would get him in trouble a lot faster than trying to move in on his boss' ex.
There were times when he wondered if that was just an excuse he told himself so that he wouldn't have to deal with the way Danny looked at him sometimes, but he knew it was at least partly true. If his father heard about it -- and he would, that much Martin was sure of -- he'd make Martin's life hell in as many ways as he could, and Martin wasn't sure any amount of sex was worth that.
"This is ridiculous. Shouldn't someone have noticed by now?"
"We've only been in here for ten minutes."
And that couldn't be right, but when Martin glanced at his watch it hadn't moved nearly as much as he'd expected. He wasn't about to admit that being stuck in a small space with Danny was already driving him crazy, though, so he swallowed a sigh and leaned heavily against the elevator wall, closing his eyes and imagining himself somewhere far, far away from a stalled elevator in an office building in Manhattan.
"So that's how it's gonna be. You're just going to pretend I'm not here?"
Martin sighed and cracked one eye open, struggling not to smirk at Danny's expression. "What, you want me to tell you stories about my grandkids?"
"That's one idea."
Suddenly Danny seemed to be a lot closer, although Martin was pretty sure he hadn't moved. He'd heard about small spaces closing in on people, but he'd never been claustrophobic and he was pretty sure the sudden increase in his heart rate had more to do with Danny than the size of the elevator. And he knew exactly what Danny was getting at - at least he thought he did, but they both knew it was a bad idea. Only Danny was definitely closer now, leaning into Martin's personal space and smelling way too good.
"I…uh…I've got some paperwork I was planning to finish up tonight."
"Paperwork?" Danny echoed, following when Martin shifted away from him. "That's why you're so anxious to get out of here? Come on, Martin, even you can do better than that."
He had a feeling he should be insulted, but it was hard to think straight when Danny's hand was braced against the wall right next to his shoulder, fingers close enough to brush Martin's collar if he wanted to. So far he hadn't touched, but Martin had a feeling if he stood still long enough Danny would get tired of waiting and see how far he could push Martin before he got a reaction. "Like you've never taken work home with you before."
"Not if I can help it," Danny answered, and when he leaned even closer Martin found himself wishing he'd stayed at the office to finish his reports. If he had he'd still be up there right now, blissfully ignorant of the fact that Danny was stuck by himself in the elevator.
"What are you…" That was as far as he got, because as soon as Danny's hand landed on his arm it started moving, and when it reached his neck Martin didn't trust his voice anymore.
"What does it look like?" Danny asked, tugging Martin's tie open with one expert movement.
"I thought you didn't dip your…your pen…" He paused, searching for the rest of the analogy, but his brain was on overload from the feeling of Danny's fingers on the buttons of his shirt. Finally he gave up, head falling back against the elevator wall with a dull thud. "God, Danny, this is a bad idea."
"I said you should know better, I didn't say I wouldn't do it," Danny corrected him, and even with Danny's hands on him and Danny's breath on his skin Martin still found himself laughing at the other man's smug expression. "If you want me to stop just say the word."
He knew Danny meant it - he knew all he had to say was 'no' and Danny would stop, pull them both back together in that way he had, and they could just pretend this never happened. Only that wouldn't erase the memory of Danny's hands pushing his shirt open or Danny's thigh pressing between his legs, it wouldn't erase the memory of Danny's voice low in his ear or…oh God, Danny's mouth on his neck. All he had to do was say the word, just one little syllable and this would all be over. And it was crazy, because they were stuck in a space the size of Martin's bathroom and it was possible they were going to be there all night, but at the moment that seemed like the best reason in the world to say yes.
"Danny," he said again, but this time his hands were in Danny's hair to urge him just a little closer, his mouth still moving on Martin's neck and he was going to die before Danny ever kissed him. He wasn't even sure he wanted Danny to kiss him, because his hands on Martin's skin were enough to make Martin feel like he might explode, and he wasn't sure he could take much more.
He was vaguely aware of the sound of his own voice, murmuring something that might have been Danny's name over and over again until that hot mouth left his neck as Danny pulled back to smile at him, and Martin just barely managed to bite back a whimper. For a second Danny just looked, and Martin had a moment to wonder if this was all some elaborate joke before Danny leaned in again, and Martin didn't even stop to think before he pressed their mouths together.
Just a few seconds ago he'd been trying to convince himself that kissing Danny was the worst thing he could do, but if he'd known what Danny's mouth would feel like against his he would have done this months ago. He was pressed against a hard wall with a metal railing digging into the small of his back, but it didn't matter as long as Danny kept kissing him. Every nerve ending in his body was focused on the kiss, and when Danny did this thing with his tongue Martin felt it all the way in his toes.
He gasped against Danny's lips, earning a little chuckle as Danny relinquished his mouth long enough to tug his pants open. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders, hopelessly wrinkled and he had no idea where his tie ended up. He vaguely remembered Danny pulling it off, and he flushed when he pictured what he must look like, panting and flexing his fingers against Danny's shoulders.
Danny who was still wearing all his clothes, who still looked practically immaculate despite the fact that he had Martin's pants down around his thighs and one strong hand wrapped around his cock. That didn't seem right, but there was nothing Martin could do about it while Danny's hand was moving on his cock, thumb pressing hard against the head on each upstroke. And he had no idea that Danny was a mind reader, but he had to be because that was the only way he could know exactly what Martin liked best.
And Danny's hand on him was amazing, but when Danny dropped to his knees and glanced up long enough to grin Martin couldn't hold back a helpless groan. He wasn't even sure how they got here, with Danny on his knees and Martin's cock in his mouth, but Martin sent up a quick prayer of thanks to whoever was listening because he was pretty sure this couldn't have happened without some kind of divine intervention. There had to be some kind of magic involved to make the elevator stop working on the one day Danny and Martin both left the office late, because Martin had never been this lucky.
He gasped and arched his back against the wall, fighting the urge to thrust into the wet warmth surrounding him. And Danny's talent definitely wasn't limited to his kissing technique - his mouth moved faster and faster, throat working around the tip of Martin's cock and one hand pressed between Martin's legs, massaging that spot that made sparks ignite behind Martin's eyes. His knees wobbled and Danny's other hand tightened on his hip, pressing him back against the wall to keep him standing.
Martin's hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, fingers twitching with the urge to touch, to bury his hands in dark hair and thrust. He knew Danny, though, and he knew he wouldn't give up control easily, so he closed his eyes and focused on not coming too soon. Lasting longer than the average teenager would have been more than enough at this point, but way too soon Martin felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. He distracted himself by thinking about tax codes, about shelters and schedules and property accrual until his brain shut down completely and he let go, coming long before he was ready to give up the amazing heat of Danny's mouth.
He was still trying to catch his breath when Danny stood up, kissing his way up the center of Martin's chest, licking a hot stripe along his collarbone and up his neck to press their mouths together again. This kiss was slower, less urgent and even though Danny was still hard he was taking his time, hands exploring Martin's exposed skin while his tongue mapped every inch of Martin's mouth. It felt…lazy, like they had all the time in the world and Danny was going to make sure he memorized everything about Martin before he let go again.
Martin's heart skipped a beat at that, fingers fumbling with Danny's zipper for a few endless seconds before he finally got it down. He slid a hand inside, past Danny's boxers to wrap around his cock. Danny moaned against his mouth and Martin couldn't help smiling at the sound, because he'd never really expected Danny to want him this much. He'd definitely never expected Danny to suck him off in an elevator, but he was starting to think he'd been underestimating the lengths Danny was willing to go to get what he wanted.
"I want to fuck you," Danny murmured against his mouth, the sound of his voice making Martin's cock twitch painfully.
"What, in the elevator?"
Danny shook his head and Martin could feel the grin against his cheek. "No," he said, his voice catching when Martin's thumb stroked across the head of his cock, "in my bed. Wanna take you home…all night…"
He trailed off with a moan when Martin slid a hand into his hair, gripping hard and pulling him forward for a hard kiss. His hand moved faster on Danny's cock, keeping time with the erratic thrusts of Danny's hips against him. And he'd always known that Danny would be hot like this, but he'd never imagined that he could have this affect on his partner. Sure, he'd caught Danny looking a few times, but Danny looked at everybody, and Martin had never imagined that he'd find himself stuck in an elevator giving Danny a hand job.
A tiny, practical voice in the back of his mind chose that moment to point out what a bad idea this was, that any second now Danny was going to come, and when he did he was going to ruin his shirt. And Martin had always been a practical guy, so he pulled his hand off Danny's cock, ignoring his frustrated protest and pushing him back against the elevator wall. He dropped to his knees a little less gracefully than Danny had, but his pants were still around his ankles and he was pretty impressed with himself for managing it without tripping.
Danny's hand was in his hair as soon as he hit the floor, guiding him a little less patiently than he probably intended until Martin's mouth finally closed around his cock. He thrust shallowly into Martin's mouth, his hand on the back of Martin's head to guide his movements. And there was that control thing again, but Martin let it go for the moment and focused on finding all the spots that made Danny moan and thrust a little harder.
His hands gripped Danny's hips, fingers clenched hard around the fabric of Danny's pants. He knew when he finally let go he'd leave behind a mess of wrinkles, but he couldn't make himself care about what they were going to look like when they finally got out of here. In fact, there was a tiny, irrational part of him that thought the idea of just staying right here forever sounded like a pretty good plan, because he could think of lots of ways to fill up the time, and none of them involved paperwork.
He laughed at the thought, the sound vibrating around Danny's length. Danny groaned and tightened his grip on Martin's hair just a little, tensing under Martin's grip as he moaned his orgasm. Martin swallowed around Danny's length, waiting until Danny stopped shaking before he pulled off and sat back on the elevator floor, trying not to think about what had been spilled on the carpet while he struggled back into his pants. Finally he stood up, taking a minute to admire the sight of Danny panting and still mostly clothed, eyes glazed over and for once wearing an expression that didn't make Martin feel like he wasn't in on the joke.
Martin grinned back and tucked Danny back into his pants, tucking his shirt in and straightening his tie before he found his own tie in the corner of the elevator. He was reaching for it when the elevator lurched, and he barely caught himself before he hit the floor again. It took a second to register the fact that the elevator was actually moving, but as soon as it did Martin buttoned his shirt as quickly as he could and pulled his tie back on. He was still tucking his shirt in when the elevator doors opened, and when he looked up and found one of the security guards watching him the tips of his ears turned red.
"Hey, Angelo," Danny said, and Martin didn't have to look to know Danny was grinning like a Cheshire cat. And maybe he should be grateful that Danny could play it cool no matter what the situation, because if they were both blushing there would be no room for plausible deniability at all. He managed to avoid meeting Angelo's gaze as he picked up his jacket and his backpack, following Danny off the elevator and trailing behind him as he listened to the other man make small talk with the security guard.
"How long were you two in there, anyway?" Angelo asked, and Martin blushed even harder when Danny glanced at him.
"Not too long," Danny answered. "We were just starting to get bored when you showed up."
Martin waited until Danny had waved a cheerful goodbye to their savior and they were out on the sidewalk before he said anything, pulling his jacket close against the cool evening air. "Starting to get bored?"
Danny grinned and shook his head, sliding one arm around Martin's shoulders and steering him toward the subway that would take them to Danny's apartment. "Trust me, Martin, the one thing you aren't is boring."