Fic: Like a Breath (WAT, Danny/Martin, NC17)
As promised, WAT smut. This follows Say Goodnight, which is the phone sex fic. It's not a series, but this situation was referenced in the prequel so for continuity's sake I'm calling it a sequel. I might make it a porn trilogy and write the bondage that's referenced here at some point, but considering how long it takes me to write WAT fic, I'm not promising anything.
He makes sure the office is empty first. He looks in each door, walks down each hall as casually as if he was on his way to the supply closet for a box of paperclips. He even pushes open the door of the ladies' room and checks under the stalls for feet before he decides it's safe - and okay, maybe checking the bathrooms isn't the height of spontaneity, but there's spontaneity, and then there's just plain recklessness.
They both have jobs to consider, after all, and there are security cameras in the building. In the building, but not in Jack's office - that much Danny's sure of, because if there were Jack and Sam would have been busted ages ago. He smirks at the thought and strolls back into the main part of the office, his smirk widening into a genuine grin when he catches sight of Martin sitting at the conference table, shoulders tense and pen tapping against the report he's been buried in for the past hour.
He's so engrossed in whatever he 's trying to write that he didn't even notice the office emptying around him, murmuring vague farewells to anyone who bothered to say goodnight. He still hasn't noticed by the time Danny reaches him, hands on his shoulders to knead at the knots of tension under his jacket. And that gets Martin's attention, startling him enough to make him jump and look up from his report. "Danny, what…?"
"Relax," Danny interrupts, taking advantage of Martin's new position to get a hand inside his jacket. "Everybody's gone, Martin. It's time to call it a day."
"I need to finish this," Martin says, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his report, but the hesitation in his voice lets Danny know that he's willing to be persuaded. It might not even take a lot of work, because this was his idea, after all.
"Martin, it's almost 6:30," he says, smiling his most charming smile as he slides a hand around Martin's tie and tugs until he's on his feet. "It can wait until tomorrow."
Martin looks down at the hand still firmly gripping his tie, eyebrows raised and jaw set as he looks back up at Danny. "No."
"Yes," Danny says, pulling him forward and they manage a few steps before Martin digs his heels in and stops.
"I'm serious, Danny. This is a bad idea."
"It's your bad idea," Danny reminds him, the memory of a late night phone call and Martin whispering I want you to fuck me all breathy and broken making Danny shiver. "You never did tell me how long you've been fantasizing about fucking on Jack's couch."
Martin's eyes widen at the thought, a flash of lust along with the recognition and Danny can tell he's remembering. Maybe regretting his words a little, but he's letting Danny pull him forward and then they're in Jack's doorway and Danny's back is against the frame, Martin's hips narrow under his hands and Martin's mouth warm on his own.
And that was a lot less persuading than he expected to have to do, not that he's complaining. He's not really surprised, either, because it's been a long, frustrating day and Martin probably needs this as much as he does. He'd never admit it, but Danny knows him better than he thinks and he can tell when Martin needs some help relaxing. Not that sex in their boss' office is exactly relaxing, but it's definitely a turn-on, and he's already hard as they stumble further into the room and land in a tangle of limbs on the couch.
Somehow he ends up flat on his back with Martin above him, and that's not how he planned this but he's flexible. He grins at the thought and reaches for Martin's tie again, pulling him down for a kiss that leaves them both breathless. By the time he lets Martin up for air he's got his shirt halfway open, tie hanging loose around his neck and his hands braced against the soft leather of the couch.
Quick flash of blue silk around pale wrists, and Danny's cock twitches at the thought of tying Martin up. Being tied up - that might be easier to talk Martin into, but he tucks the thought away for another time and thrusts up, laughing against Martin's neck when the other man groans.
"Tell me how you want it."
He can already tell what Martin's thinking, knows he's right, because the custodial staff will show up eventually and this is no time for games. They're working with a small window of opportunity, but that's what makes this so hot, and he slides his hands under Martin's shirt in a deliberately slow motion.
"Tell me."
Martin's cheeks are flushed and Danny knows this is how he looked while they were on the phone, shirt open and pants undone and his skin flushed all over because he's no good with words. He can interrogate suspects, can make the spoiled rich kids trust him or fear him, depending on the situation, and he's good at breaking the news to families when they don't find someone alive, because he knows the right words to deliver the news without too much emotion.
Danny's always admired that, but it makes Martin's tongue-tied bashfulness that much more frustrating, because he knows Martin's got the words in him. He's heard them, whispered over a phone line and right into his ear, Martin talking to him…for him. Only him, and he pushes Martin's jacket and shirt off before he says it again. "Come on, Martin. I wanna hear you say it."
He presses his mouth to Martin's neck as he speaks, pressing hot kisses along the column of his throat. Martin lets out a breathy sigh against his ear and leans a little closer, lips against Danny's cheek and he feels the words before he hears them.
"Fuck me."
"How?"
Danny's mouth leaves Martin's neck, one hand in his hair to force Martin's gaze up and he knows he looks determined. "How, Martin? You want it just like this, with me underneath you? Or do you want it standing up? Huh? You wanna come on Jack's couch so every time you walk in here you think of me?"
He's going to think of Martin every time he walks in here no matter what, but that's no different than usual so it doesn't really matter. It matters to Martin, though, because as soon as Danny finishes talking he's scrambling to his feet, and before Danny has a chance to worry that he's going to bolt he's unbuttoning his slacks and kicking them off.
It's not words, but it's an answer, and Danny's willing to take what he can get. He's been half-hard all day just thinking about this, after all, and it's hard to think when he's watching Martin scramble out of his suit like a teenager. That's something he hardly ever sees, something he thinks he should get to see a lot more often, because desperate looks really good on Martin.
He's on his feet before he notices that he's moved, hands pushing his jacket off and folding it casually over one arm of the couch. He starts on his shirt next, and by the time he gets that off Martin's reaching for him, naked and tugging Danny's pants open with impatient fingers. And he loves Martin like this - loves Martin whatever way he can get him - but now that he's in control he plans to stay that way, so he pushes Martin's hands off him and turns him around until Martin's kneeling on the couch with his hands gripping the back hard enough to leave impressions in the leather.
He wonders idly how long it'll take Jack to notice the damage to his furniture as he drops to his knees, hands gripping Martin's hips and he runs his tongue along the base of Martin's spine before he lets out a hot breath against wet skin. Martin gasps at the sensation, pushing back against Danny's hands and he laughs low in his throat and grips Martin's hips a little more firmly. He's been thinking about this a lot since Martin first mentioned it, imagined all the ways this could go and he thinks this one is his favorite.
Martin's back is arched, eyes shut and hands clenched against the couch as Danny's hands leave his hips to spread him open, and at the first press of his tongue Martin lets out a fractured moan and pushes back even harder. Danny holds him in place, teasing the tight ring of muscle before he finally pushes inside. He works Martin open slowly, guiding the tiny thrusts of Martin's hips with his hands until Martin's panting and begging incoherently. And this is how he likes Martin best, totally out of control and…wanting, whatever Danny will give him.
He likes it even more because he knows how much Martin hates to give up control, knows that he's the only one who gets to see Martin like this. And he's not sure when he got so possessive, but he thinks it has a lot to do with the man murmuring his name like a prayer and pressing back harder against his hands with every press of his tongue.
Finally Danny gives in, pulling away long enough to stand up and pull Martin to his feet. He leans forward automatically, giving Danny a perfect view of his equally perfect back, hair just brushing his neck and his shoulders tense with anticipation. Danny grips Martin's hips again, using one knee to push Martin's legs a little further apart before he lines himself up, using one hand to guide him as he presses inside.
He's already thinking about the next time, when they're home with no chance of interruption and he can take his time, kissing every inch of Martin's flushed skin and talking to him in that way that makes Martin blush and thrust back even harder against him. He wonders if Martin knows he means all that stuff he says - makes a mental note to ask sometime, but not right now. Right now it's all he can do to focus on the tight heat surrounding him, the insistent press of Martin's hips as he tries to pull Danny even deeper inside.
A grunt escapes Martin with each thrust, arms stretched out in front of him and Danny can see his muscles twitching with the strain of holding himself up. He leans forward, mouth moving on whatever part of Martin's skin he can reach. He tastes salt and sweat and Martin, one hand leaving his hip to grip Martin's cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. And he still can't believe Martin's going through with this - expects to wake up from the dream any second, only Martin's hot and straining against him and a few more rough strokes and he's coming in Danny's hand.
He clenches hard around Danny as he comes, head back and his mouth open in a silent moan. Danny waits until he relaxes again before he lets go, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers clean as he starts moving again. And Martin's still clenching around him, drawing him in a little further with every stroke until finally Danny tenses and comes inside him.
It's not until he pulls out that he remembers the subway ride home and how uncomfortable Martin's going to be, wet heat still inside him and he has a feeling by the time they make it back to the apartment Martin's going to regret this. But he's not going to let that happen if he can help it, so he drops to his knees again and pushes his tongue back inside, surprising a gasp out of Martin and then a tortured moan when he pushes even further in.
He cleans Martin up the best he can before he stands up, turning the other man to face him. He grins at the sated look on Martin's face, imagines having to drag the other man up the three flights to their door until finally they're inside where no one can see him peeling Martin back out of his clothes again. But first they have to put their clothes back on, so he kisses Martin softly before he lets go and reaches for his boxers.
Once he's dressed again he pulls a few tissues out of the box behind Jack's desk, wiping up the mess on the couch as best he can and tossing the wet tissue in the trash can. By the time he's done Martin's dressed again, tie straight and hair smoothed down and if it wasn't for the bright spots of pink on his cheeks Danny wouldn't know anything had happened.
He grins at that and takes hold of Martin's shoulder, steering him toward the outer office so they can pick up briefcases and keys and go home to start all over again.
~
Danny spends the next morning thinking up excuses to get into Jack's office. Finally he comes up with something he thinks sounds plausible enough not to raise Jack's suspicions, and he pushes his desk chair back and strides across the office, very carefully not looking back at Martin when he reaches Jack's door. He waits for the other man to look up, smiling when Jack raises his eyebrows expectantly.
"Hey, Jack," he says, inviting himself in and taking a seat on the black leather couch. His hand slides across the back as he settles in, leather giving way under his fingers and his smile falters a little when he realizes the impressions Martin left are already gone.
"What's up?" Jack says, and Danny drags his gaze away from the leather under his fingers.
"I might need some time off in a couple weeks. My brother's getting married."
For a second Jack just looks at him like he's trying to figure out what Danny's really doing in his office, then he just nods and looks back down at the file on his desk. "Fine, just let me know when you've got some dates."
Danny nods once and stands up, fingers lingering on the leather for just a second longer than strictly necessary. "Thanks, Jack," he says, smile firmly in place again as he lets himself back out of the office. The evidence might be gone, but he remembers every second, and that's all that really matters.
He makes sure the office is empty first. He looks in each door, walks down each hall as casually as if he was on his way to the supply closet for a box of paperclips. He even pushes open the door of the ladies' room and checks under the stalls for feet before he decides it's safe - and okay, maybe checking the bathrooms isn't the height of spontaneity, but there's spontaneity, and then there's just plain recklessness.
They both have jobs to consider, after all, and there are security cameras in the building. In the building, but not in Jack's office - that much Danny's sure of, because if there were Jack and Sam would have been busted ages ago. He smirks at the thought and strolls back into the main part of the office, his smirk widening into a genuine grin when he catches sight of Martin sitting at the conference table, shoulders tense and pen tapping against the report he's been buried in for the past hour.
He's so engrossed in whatever he 's trying to write that he didn't even notice the office emptying around him, murmuring vague farewells to anyone who bothered to say goodnight. He still hasn't noticed by the time Danny reaches him, hands on his shoulders to knead at the knots of tension under his jacket. And that gets Martin's attention, startling him enough to make him jump and look up from his report. "Danny, what…?"
"Relax," Danny interrupts, taking advantage of Martin's new position to get a hand inside his jacket. "Everybody's gone, Martin. It's time to call it a day."
"I need to finish this," Martin says, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his report, but the hesitation in his voice lets Danny know that he's willing to be persuaded. It might not even take a lot of work, because this was his idea, after all.
"Martin, it's almost 6:30," he says, smiling his most charming smile as he slides a hand around Martin's tie and tugs until he's on his feet. "It can wait until tomorrow."
Martin looks down at the hand still firmly gripping his tie, eyebrows raised and jaw set as he looks back up at Danny. "No."
"Yes," Danny says, pulling him forward and they manage a few steps before Martin digs his heels in and stops.
"I'm serious, Danny. This is a bad idea."
"It's your bad idea," Danny reminds him, the memory of a late night phone call and Martin whispering I want you to fuck me all breathy and broken making Danny shiver. "You never did tell me how long you've been fantasizing about fucking on Jack's couch."
Martin's eyes widen at the thought, a flash of lust along with the recognition and Danny can tell he's remembering. Maybe regretting his words a little, but he's letting Danny pull him forward and then they're in Jack's doorway and Danny's back is against the frame, Martin's hips narrow under his hands and Martin's mouth warm on his own.
And that was a lot less persuading than he expected to have to do, not that he's complaining. He's not really surprised, either, because it's been a long, frustrating day and Martin probably needs this as much as he does. He'd never admit it, but Danny knows him better than he thinks and he can tell when Martin needs some help relaxing. Not that sex in their boss' office is exactly relaxing, but it's definitely a turn-on, and he's already hard as they stumble further into the room and land in a tangle of limbs on the couch.
Somehow he ends up flat on his back with Martin above him, and that's not how he planned this but he's flexible. He grins at the thought and reaches for Martin's tie again, pulling him down for a kiss that leaves them both breathless. By the time he lets Martin up for air he's got his shirt halfway open, tie hanging loose around his neck and his hands braced against the soft leather of the couch.
Quick flash of blue silk around pale wrists, and Danny's cock twitches at the thought of tying Martin up. Being tied up - that might be easier to talk Martin into, but he tucks the thought away for another time and thrusts up, laughing against Martin's neck when the other man groans.
"Tell me how you want it."
He can already tell what Martin's thinking, knows he's right, because the custodial staff will show up eventually and this is no time for games. They're working with a small window of opportunity, but that's what makes this so hot, and he slides his hands under Martin's shirt in a deliberately slow motion.
"Tell me."
Martin's cheeks are flushed and Danny knows this is how he looked while they were on the phone, shirt open and pants undone and his skin flushed all over because he's no good with words. He can interrogate suspects, can make the spoiled rich kids trust him or fear him, depending on the situation, and he's good at breaking the news to families when they don't find someone alive, because he knows the right words to deliver the news without too much emotion.
Danny's always admired that, but it makes Martin's tongue-tied bashfulness that much more frustrating, because he knows Martin's got the words in him. He's heard them, whispered over a phone line and right into his ear, Martin talking to him…for him. Only him, and he pushes Martin's jacket and shirt off before he says it again. "Come on, Martin. I wanna hear you say it."
He presses his mouth to Martin's neck as he speaks, pressing hot kisses along the column of his throat. Martin lets out a breathy sigh against his ear and leans a little closer, lips against Danny's cheek and he feels the words before he hears them.
"Fuck me."
"How?"
Danny's mouth leaves Martin's neck, one hand in his hair to force Martin's gaze up and he knows he looks determined. "How, Martin? You want it just like this, with me underneath you? Or do you want it standing up? Huh? You wanna come on Jack's couch so every time you walk in here you think of me?"
He's going to think of Martin every time he walks in here no matter what, but that's no different than usual so it doesn't really matter. It matters to Martin, though, because as soon as Danny finishes talking he's scrambling to his feet, and before Danny has a chance to worry that he's going to bolt he's unbuttoning his slacks and kicking them off.
It's not words, but it's an answer, and Danny's willing to take what he can get. He's been half-hard all day just thinking about this, after all, and it's hard to think when he's watching Martin scramble out of his suit like a teenager. That's something he hardly ever sees, something he thinks he should get to see a lot more often, because desperate looks really good on Martin.
He's on his feet before he notices that he's moved, hands pushing his jacket off and folding it casually over one arm of the couch. He starts on his shirt next, and by the time he gets that off Martin's reaching for him, naked and tugging Danny's pants open with impatient fingers. And he loves Martin like this - loves Martin whatever way he can get him - but now that he's in control he plans to stay that way, so he pushes Martin's hands off him and turns him around until Martin's kneeling on the couch with his hands gripping the back hard enough to leave impressions in the leather.
He wonders idly how long it'll take Jack to notice the damage to his furniture as he drops to his knees, hands gripping Martin's hips and he runs his tongue along the base of Martin's spine before he lets out a hot breath against wet skin. Martin gasps at the sensation, pushing back against Danny's hands and he laughs low in his throat and grips Martin's hips a little more firmly. He's been thinking about this a lot since Martin first mentioned it, imagined all the ways this could go and he thinks this one is his favorite.
Martin's back is arched, eyes shut and hands clenched against the couch as Danny's hands leave his hips to spread him open, and at the first press of his tongue Martin lets out a fractured moan and pushes back even harder. Danny holds him in place, teasing the tight ring of muscle before he finally pushes inside. He works Martin open slowly, guiding the tiny thrusts of Martin's hips with his hands until Martin's panting and begging incoherently. And this is how he likes Martin best, totally out of control and…wanting, whatever Danny will give him.
He likes it even more because he knows how much Martin hates to give up control, knows that he's the only one who gets to see Martin like this. And he's not sure when he got so possessive, but he thinks it has a lot to do with the man murmuring his name like a prayer and pressing back harder against his hands with every press of his tongue.
Finally Danny gives in, pulling away long enough to stand up and pull Martin to his feet. He leans forward automatically, giving Danny a perfect view of his equally perfect back, hair just brushing his neck and his shoulders tense with anticipation. Danny grips Martin's hips again, using one knee to push Martin's legs a little further apart before he lines himself up, using one hand to guide him as he presses inside.
He's already thinking about the next time, when they're home with no chance of interruption and he can take his time, kissing every inch of Martin's flushed skin and talking to him in that way that makes Martin blush and thrust back even harder against him. He wonders if Martin knows he means all that stuff he says - makes a mental note to ask sometime, but not right now. Right now it's all he can do to focus on the tight heat surrounding him, the insistent press of Martin's hips as he tries to pull Danny even deeper inside.
A grunt escapes Martin with each thrust, arms stretched out in front of him and Danny can see his muscles twitching with the strain of holding himself up. He leans forward, mouth moving on whatever part of Martin's skin he can reach. He tastes salt and sweat and Martin, one hand leaving his hip to grip Martin's cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. And he still can't believe Martin's going through with this - expects to wake up from the dream any second, only Martin's hot and straining against him and a few more rough strokes and he's coming in Danny's hand.
He clenches hard around Danny as he comes, head back and his mouth open in a silent moan. Danny waits until he relaxes again before he lets go, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers clean as he starts moving again. And Martin's still clenching around him, drawing him in a little further with every stroke until finally Danny tenses and comes inside him.
It's not until he pulls out that he remembers the subway ride home and how uncomfortable Martin's going to be, wet heat still inside him and he has a feeling by the time they make it back to the apartment Martin's going to regret this. But he's not going to let that happen if he can help it, so he drops to his knees again and pushes his tongue back inside, surprising a gasp out of Martin and then a tortured moan when he pushes even further in.
He cleans Martin up the best he can before he stands up, turning the other man to face him. He grins at the sated look on Martin's face, imagines having to drag the other man up the three flights to their door until finally they're inside where no one can see him peeling Martin back out of his clothes again. But first they have to put their clothes back on, so he kisses Martin softly before he lets go and reaches for his boxers.
Once he's dressed again he pulls a few tissues out of the box behind Jack's desk, wiping up the mess on the couch as best he can and tossing the wet tissue in the trash can. By the time he's done Martin's dressed again, tie straight and hair smoothed down and if it wasn't for the bright spots of pink on his cheeks Danny wouldn't know anything had happened.
He grins at that and takes hold of Martin's shoulder, steering him toward the outer office so they can pick up briefcases and keys and go home to start all over again.
~
Danny spends the next morning thinking up excuses to get into Jack's office. Finally he comes up with something he thinks sounds plausible enough not to raise Jack's suspicions, and he pushes his desk chair back and strides across the office, very carefully not looking back at Martin when he reaches Jack's door. He waits for the other man to look up, smiling when Jack raises his eyebrows expectantly.
"Hey, Jack," he says, inviting himself in and taking a seat on the black leather couch. His hand slides across the back as he settles in, leather giving way under his fingers and his smile falters a little when he realizes the impressions Martin left are already gone.
"What's up?" Jack says, and Danny drags his gaze away from the leather under his fingers.
"I might need some time off in a couple weeks. My brother's getting married."
For a second Jack just looks at him like he's trying to figure out what Danny's really doing in his office, then he just nods and looks back down at the file on his desk. "Fine, just let me know when you've got some dates."
Danny nods once and stands up, fingers lingering on the leather for just a second longer than strictly necessary. "Thanks, Jack," he says, smile firmly in place again as he lets himself back out of the office. The evidence might be gone, but he remembers every second, and that's all that really matters.