Fic: Aftershocks (WAT, Danny/Martin, NC17)
A little slash TV PSA:
CBS will be showing CSI episode 3.19, "A Night at the Movies" and WaT episode 1.3, "He Saw, She Saw" on Thursday night. On Friday TNN will show CSI episode 2.21, "Anatomy of a Lye". Be there or be totally lost when I invent slashy subtext to go in the subtext report. There's a nice Nick/Greg scene in the season 2 rerun, and an even nicer one in the season 3 rerun, in which Greg serenades our boy. Also, Danny and Martin put in the requisite amount of Hot Federal Agent sexual tension. I might actually have to take notes this week.
Speaking of hot federal agents, I wrote porn. I wasn't planning to write porn, but someone on the wat_slash list requested hot federal agent porn, and as I didn't really have any plans for the day I figured what the hell. There's definitely a shortage of Danny and Martin action, and since so far all that's been posted was Danny/Jack and a Martin/Michael Biehn character crossover, I felt it was my civic duty to get our boys laid in as smutty a manner as possible. The original request was for dirty, mouth-drying porn, but I'm not really very good at dirty, dirty porn; emotions and introspection and the occasional bit of angst generally tend to get in the way. But I tried.
So, if you're in the mood for Danny/Martin action, I am your girl. I was supposed to be working on the next part of my Forsaken series today, which is also, ironically, porn. But it's waited this long, so it'll wait a little longer. Nobody reads that fandom anyway.
Danny knew what most people thought when they heard the words 'federal agent'. He knew most people thought they led exciting, Cloak and Dagger lives, full of intrigue and danger and lots of international travel. He'd stopped trying a long time ago to explain that that couldn't be further from the truth - the truth that most of their days were pretty dull, filled with lots of legwork and repetitive interviews, dead ends and mountains of paperwork that never seemed to get any smaller. The real truth was that their jobs weren't usually all that exciting, and when a member of the team found themselves staring down the barrel of a gun it was rare enough to set everyone's nerves on edge.
This time it was him, caught in a rare off-guard moment by somebody who hadn't even been a suspect until he pulled out a gun. He was still riding the adrenaline high hours later, and if the hands working his shirt open were any indication, Martin was more shaken up by the whole thing than he'd admitted when they were in the field. He wasn't sure when they'd gone from friends who occasionally slept together to actually worrying about each other, but he figured their line of work had something to do with it. It wasn't usually all that dangerous or exciting, but every once in awhile something like a kid with a gun would sneak up on them, and then they'd all remember just how mortal they really were.
He wasn't sure how the rest of them dealt with it - Vivian had her kid, and knowing her the routine of home life and helping him with his homework was enough to calm her. Jack had the same thing, but he'd managed to fuck it up by messing around with Sam. Now he just worked too much, never left the office until hours after everybody else was gone. Martin had been heading down that same road when he first started in Missing Persons, but now...now he dealt with it the same way Danny did.
It wasn't that they only had sex when one of them had a brush with death, but it was just a little more intense on nights like this. They'd both managed to make it through the most important paperwork, and they'd even managed to keep the glances at a minimum until it was safe to leave the office together. They never touched inside the building - not like that, anyway - not on the elevator or in the lobby or even on the sidewalk once they got outside. They kept a respectable distance between them all the way back to Danny's place, but as soon as they got inside Danny found himself up against the door, draped in Martin.
Not that he was complaining, but he could tell Martin was having a hard time with the fact that he'd come so close to being shot and he wished he could think of a way to calm him down. But thinking at all wasn't really that easy when Martin was pushing his shirt open and loosening his tie, his mouth on Danny's neck and oh, that was gonna leave a mark. He craned his neck to give Martin better access, reaching up to tug his tie off and toss it on the floor.
"Hey, Fitz...Fitzie," he murmured, his hands on Martin's shoulders to ease the other man back far enough to make eye contact, "Martin. Let's move this to the bedroom, okay?"
A short nod was his only answer, and by the time they actually made it to the bed they'd managed to get Martin's jacket and Danny's shirt off, and Martin's shirt was hanging untucked and open. He had no idea where Martin's tie had ended up, but he was pretty sure it was somewhere in the trail of clothes leading from his front door to his bed.
He let go of Martin long enough to kick his shoes off and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch while Martin took off his own shoes and socks. Early in their relationship he'd discovered the sheer pleasure of watching Martin move; when they were on the clock everything about Martin was deliberate, every thought and every motion seemed calculated. Danny knew that wasn't exactly the truth; a lot of Martin's self-consciousness was the result of trying to live up to his old man's reputation, and some of it came from the fact that he still felt a little like the new kid. But when they were alone, when it was just them and Martin was flushed with need and too blinded by lust to think about what he was doing, Danny got to see the natural grace that Martin usually covered with his amazing ability to over-think everything he did and said.
And he really was sort of graceful, not in the same way as Danny or even Sam, but even the little moments of awkwardness were so different when they weren't on the job that Danny couldn't help wanting to sit back and watch the show. He watched as Martin reached for the zipper in his pants, sliding it down with shaking fingers before he let them slide down his legs and kicked them aside. That was something that surprised Danny when they first started sleeping together - he'd expected Martin to be the type to hang everything up before he even thought about hitting the sheets, but more often than not they spent the next morning trying to sort out what belonged to whom. It had surprised him, but he liked it, just like he liked the fact that somehow some of Martin's clothes had worked their way into his closet over the past few months.
He loved it when Martin gave him that intense look, because he always knew what came next, knew they'd be lucky to make it to one of their beds before Martin was pulling and tugging at his clothes. Like tonight, when Martin let out a needy, frustrated whimper against Danny's mouth as he shoved him up against the door before it was even closed all the way. It was hot and intense and a little frightening just because it was so unlike anything he'd ever expected from Martin. It was almost enough to make him wish he found himself in danger more often. Almost.
Not that he'd ever turn down slow and gentle, what he'd come to think of as Weekend Sex, when Martin would wake up first and Danny would wake up a few minutes later to the tune of soft, feathery kisses tickling their way down his spine. He never complained about the early hour or the fact that until Martin he'd never actually been a morning person, because it might make Martin self-conscious enough to stop doing it, and that was the last thing Danny wanted. All he really wanted was Martin, any way he could get him; it took him awhile to come to terms with that, but once he did it made him smile whenever he thought it.
He smiled up at Martin as the thought crossed his mind again, watching a pair of sensible white cotton underwear slide down pale hips to pool on the floor at his feet. He only got a few seconds to enjoy the show before Martin was moving again, climbing onto the bed and over him to claim his mouth. And Martin kissed exactly the way Danny had always guessed he would; hard and hungry and just as intensely as he did everything else in his life. He kissed like he was proving a point, and maybe he was. His whole life seemed to be about proving something, but Danny wasn't sure who he was trying to prove it to. He wasn't sure if it mattered, but every time Martin kissed him Danny told himself that one day he was going to ask.
Not now, though, because Martin's cock was hard against his stomach, marking a slick trail just above the waistband of his pants. He moaned against Martin's mouth and thrust up against him, hands mapping the skin of Martin's back as he tried to pull the other man even closer. Martin rocked against him as blunt teeth worried Danny's bottom lip. He let out a hiss at the sudden jolt of not-quite-pain, clutching hard enough at Martin's shoulders to leave ten distinct bruises against pale skin. The idea of those bruises hidden by one of Martin's crisp white shirts in the office the next day made him instantly harder, and he let out a frustrated groan against Martin's mouth and pressed up more insistently against the body pinning him to the mattress.
Martin took the hint almost instantly, rolling off Danny far enough to get a hand between them. He worked Danny's pants open with one hand, then slid it inside to wrap his fingers around Danny's cock. There was no way Danny could hold out for long, not considering how long he'd been waiting for this moment. He knew if he didn't say something he was going to come in his pants, but he couldn't even catch his breath long enough to choke out a warning.
Evidently Martin knew how close he was, though, because a moment later he let go and pushed himself up onto his knees long enough to get the rest of Danny's clothes off. Danny wasn't used to just lying back and going along for the ride - passivity had never really been his thing, but with Martin he found himself doing things he'd never really considered before. Sleeping with a coworker, for one; he knew exactly how dangerous that was, and the fact that he'd chosen a Fitzgerald as his first experiment in employee relations was definitely a sign he was losing his mind.
He'd tried to talk himself out of it months ago, but there was something irresistible about Martin. Part of it was the way he went about everything with such intensity, sure, but there was something else too. They'd been in enough stressful situations and seen enough tragedy for Danny to pick up on the other man's vulnerability; it wasn't obvious to anybody who didn't know him well, but it was easy for Danny to see that part of Martin's matter-of-fact approach to their cases was his way of covering how deeply they really affected him. They all had different ways of coping with the deaths and the cases that went unsolved, but Martin wasn't that good at it yet, and that made Danny want to protect him.
He knew what would happen if he said that out loud, so he kept his worry about Martin to himself. But he could give him this, and he could be there when Martin woke up. He could make sure Martin knew that he was going to keep being there for as long as he could, no matter how many kids with guns they ran into on the job.
As soon as Martin got the rest of his clothes off Danny tugged him back down onto the mattress, grinning and shaking his head when Martin glanced in the direction of the bathroom. "It's alright, I can take it," he said. He didn't want to wait for Martin to go dig through the medicine cabinet for lube, didn't want to have to fumble with condoms or wait while Martin decided he was stretched enough to make it comfortable for him. He wanted to feel it, wanted to be able to feel it the next day when he sat at his desk and pretended to focus on the case.
"What about protection?"
Danny knew what Martin was asking, and he knew it was a weird time to have this conversation. Until that moment he hadn't even really thought about having it at all, but suddenly he wanted to know. "I'm not sleeping with anybody else," he answered, his hands moving restlessly on Danny's skin as he spoke. "We get tested all the damn time at work, so we both know we're clean. Right?"
Martin nodded jerkily and leaned forward, then thought better of it and stopped. "You're not?"
"When would I have time?" Danny asked, grinning around the lump of nervous tension in his throat. It was true; practically any spare time that he didn't spend unconscious he spent with Martin, so he knew that Martin didn't have time to see anybody else either. Still, he hadn't actually said it, so Danny couldn't be sure.
"Good point," Martin said, and his grin made Danny's heart skip a beat. "Me either."
"Good." Danny slid a hand through Martin's hair, his fingers skimming the back of Martin's neck as he tugged him forward again. When their lips met this time Martin gasped against his mouth, then pushed Danny back onto the mattress and wrapped his hand around his dick for the second time. Danny let out a moan and thrust up into Martin's grip, spreading his legs a little wider as Martin's mouth left his. He focused on the trail of wet kisses Martin planted on his neck, and when Martin's mouth moved down to his chest Danny buried his hand in the other man's hair to urge him lower.
He felt Martin grin against his skin when he let out a frustrated groan, then he pressed one last kiss to Danny's stomach and wrapped his lips around the head of Danny's cock. It was all Danny could do to keep from thrusting up into the sudden onslaught of wet heat, and he gripped the sheet with his free hand so hard that he could feel his knuckles burning. The pain felt good, though, because it distracted him enough from Martin's mouth to stop him from coming on the spot. He fought for breath as Martin's mouth slid down his length, his tongue flat against the underside of Danny's cock. It was possible Danny was babbling something, but he couldn't focus on anything long enough to tell whether he was forming actual words or just muttering incoherently.
Martin used his tongue to tease Danny on each upstroke, his mouth working Danny's length as his hand slid between Danny's legs. Danny angled his hips automatically when he felt two fingers press against his opening, his breath catching in his throat when Martin's fingers sank inside him. His grip on the sheets tightened even more, and he had to concentrate to keep from gripping Martin's hair too hard with his other hand. Then a third finger slid inside him, skimming that spot that made him see stars, and he thrust up once and came on Martin's tongue.
He was still tense and trying desperately to catch his breath when Martin pulled off him and spit into his own hand, spreading Danny's come on his own erection. Martin didn't wait for him to catch his breath before he caught Danny's knees and pushed them further apart, angling Danny's hips into just the right position before he lined himself up and slid inside in one long thrust. When he was buried deep inside Danny he paused, his eyes squeezed shut and his expression so intense that Danny's cock actually twitched in response. He wanted to reach out, to soothe the tension lines out of Martin's forehead, but he was still breathing hard and when Martin started moving it was all Danny could do to hold on.
It had been awhile since he'd done it this way; for the past few months he'd only been with Martin, and that meant careful, thorough prep work, because Martin was nothing if not a boy scout when it came to making sure everybody was as comfortable as possible. It had been even longer since he'd fucked anybody without protection, but he'd been thinking about it for awhile and even though it burned more than it had to he was glad he'd finally said something. This was exactly what he wanted - Martin fucking him with nothing between them, hard and fast and a little out of control. It took a lot to make Martin lose control completely, and for the past few months Danny had made it his personal goal to see how far past Martin's defenses he could get.
He closed his eyes and met every stroke, his breathing as ragged as Martin's as the other man drove into him over and over again. He reached out blindly to run his hands down Martin's arms, mapping the muscles straining just under his skin. Martin's body was sweat-slick and hotter than Danny thought should be possible, and he laughed a little deliriously at the thought of Martin bursting into flames. He opened his eyes again to find Martin watching him, and when he grinned Martin leaned down and caught his mouth in a hard kiss.
He could taste himself mingled with the sweet flavor of Martin's saliva that told Danny how close he was, and he released Martin's mouth with a gasp and thrust up a little harder the next time Martin drove into him. A choked moan escaped Martin's throat as he thrust once more, then one last time, burying himself deep inside Danny. Every muscle in his body tensed against his orgasm, then relaxed simultaneously as soon as the last tremor rocked his body. He collapsed gracelessly on top of Danny, smothering the other man in body heat to pant against Danny's neck.
Danny reached up to stroke Martin's sweat-damp hair, his fingers sliding through the dampness at the back of Martin's neck. He wasn't sure how long they laid there like that; it was possible that Martin fell asleep for a few minutes, but just when Danny was starting to wonder how long he was going to be able to stand Martin's weight on top of him the other man stirred and blinked down at him. Danny grinned and leaned up for a slow, leisurely kiss, the stretch reminding him that Martin was still buried inside him. He was definitely going to be able to feel this tomorrow, and he was pretty sure there was a mark high on his neck that would let everybody in the office know exactly what he'd been up to tonight.
Not that he minded; he kind of liked the idea of Martin marking him where people could see, even if they all assumed he got the mark from some trashy girl he picked up in a bar. He knew who'd put it there, just like he knew that the finger-shaped bruises on Martin's shoulders were his, and that was all that mattered.
Offering Martin this was the closest to a commitment either of them had gotten, because now that they'd skipped the protection once Danny knew they weren't going back to it. He was pretty sure Martin wasn't the kind of guy who would cheat on him, at least not if it meant risking Danny's health. So that meant this was a real relationship, or at least as close to one as either of them could get when they worked together.
"You scared the shit out of me today." The words were quiet, murmured against his cheek when Martin broke the kiss. It took him a second to remember what Martin was talking about; the feeling of Martin still inside him and the unexpected change in their relationship had distracted him enough to forget about the kid with the gun for awhile.
"It's not like I did it on purpose."
"I know." Martin sighed against his neck and shifted just enough to slip out of Danny, and he had to fight the urge to pull the other man close again. "It's just..."
"I know," Danny interrupted, shifting onto his side to brush his lips against Martin's forehead. He managed not to wince as the movement made him aware of how hard Martin had really fucked him. "Nobody got hurt, right? That makes it a good day in my book."
Martin nodded and Danny had the feeling he wanted to say something else, but instead he settled back against the pillows and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd want to talk about it tomorrow, or possibly even weeks from now when Danny had forgotten all about it. Sometimes it took Martin awhile to think through whatever he wanted to say, and sometimes he just didn't talk about it at all. Danny knew there was nothing he could do to get Martin to talk before he was ready, though, and they both knew that this wouldn't be the last time one of their lives were threatened. But they'd made it through today, and that was the best any of them could ask for.
CBS will be showing CSI episode 3.19, "A Night at the Movies" and WaT episode 1.3, "He Saw, She Saw" on Thursday night. On Friday TNN will show CSI episode 2.21, "Anatomy of a Lye". Be there or be totally lost when I invent slashy subtext to go in the subtext report. There's a nice Nick/Greg scene in the season 2 rerun, and an even nicer one in the season 3 rerun, in which Greg serenades our boy. Also, Danny and Martin put in the requisite amount of Hot Federal Agent sexual tension. I might actually have to take notes this week.
Speaking of hot federal agents, I wrote porn. I wasn't planning to write porn, but someone on the wat_slash list requested hot federal agent porn, and as I didn't really have any plans for the day I figured what the hell. There's definitely a shortage of Danny and Martin action, and since so far all that's been posted was Danny/Jack and a Martin/Michael Biehn character crossover, I felt it was my civic duty to get our boys laid in as smutty a manner as possible. The original request was for dirty, mouth-drying porn, but I'm not really very good at dirty, dirty porn; emotions and introspection and the occasional bit of angst generally tend to get in the way. But I tried.
So, if you're in the mood for Danny/Martin action, I am your girl. I was supposed to be working on the next part of my Forsaken series today, which is also, ironically, porn. But it's waited this long, so it'll wait a little longer. Nobody reads that fandom anyway.
Danny knew what most people thought when they heard the words 'federal agent'. He knew most people thought they led exciting, Cloak and Dagger lives, full of intrigue and danger and lots of international travel. He'd stopped trying a long time ago to explain that that couldn't be further from the truth - the truth that most of their days were pretty dull, filled with lots of legwork and repetitive interviews, dead ends and mountains of paperwork that never seemed to get any smaller. The real truth was that their jobs weren't usually all that exciting, and when a member of the team found themselves staring down the barrel of a gun it was rare enough to set everyone's nerves on edge.
This time it was him, caught in a rare off-guard moment by somebody who hadn't even been a suspect until he pulled out a gun. He was still riding the adrenaline high hours later, and if the hands working his shirt open were any indication, Martin was more shaken up by the whole thing than he'd admitted when they were in the field. He wasn't sure when they'd gone from friends who occasionally slept together to actually worrying about each other, but he figured their line of work had something to do with it. It wasn't usually all that dangerous or exciting, but every once in awhile something like a kid with a gun would sneak up on them, and then they'd all remember just how mortal they really were.
He wasn't sure how the rest of them dealt with it - Vivian had her kid, and knowing her the routine of home life and helping him with his homework was enough to calm her. Jack had the same thing, but he'd managed to fuck it up by messing around with Sam. Now he just worked too much, never left the office until hours after everybody else was gone. Martin had been heading down that same road when he first started in Missing Persons, but now...now he dealt with it the same way Danny did.
It wasn't that they only had sex when one of them had a brush with death, but it was just a little more intense on nights like this. They'd both managed to make it through the most important paperwork, and they'd even managed to keep the glances at a minimum until it was safe to leave the office together. They never touched inside the building - not like that, anyway - not on the elevator or in the lobby or even on the sidewalk once they got outside. They kept a respectable distance between them all the way back to Danny's place, but as soon as they got inside Danny found himself up against the door, draped in Martin.
Not that he was complaining, but he could tell Martin was having a hard time with the fact that he'd come so close to being shot and he wished he could think of a way to calm him down. But thinking at all wasn't really that easy when Martin was pushing his shirt open and loosening his tie, his mouth on Danny's neck and oh, that was gonna leave a mark. He craned his neck to give Martin better access, reaching up to tug his tie off and toss it on the floor.
"Hey, Fitz...Fitzie," he murmured, his hands on Martin's shoulders to ease the other man back far enough to make eye contact, "Martin. Let's move this to the bedroom, okay?"
A short nod was his only answer, and by the time they actually made it to the bed they'd managed to get Martin's jacket and Danny's shirt off, and Martin's shirt was hanging untucked and open. He had no idea where Martin's tie had ended up, but he was pretty sure it was somewhere in the trail of clothes leading from his front door to his bed.
He let go of Martin long enough to kick his shoes off and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch while Martin took off his own shoes and socks. Early in their relationship he'd discovered the sheer pleasure of watching Martin move; when they were on the clock everything about Martin was deliberate, every thought and every motion seemed calculated. Danny knew that wasn't exactly the truth; a lot of Martin's self-consciousness was the result of trying to live up to his old man's reputation, and some of it came from the fact that he still felt a little like the new kid. But when they were alone, when it was just them and Martin was flushed with need and too blinded by lust to think about what he was doing, Danny got to see the natural grace that Martin usually covered with his amazing ability to over-think everything he did and said.
And he really was sort of graceful, not in the same way as Danny or even Sam, but even the little moments of awkwardness were so different when they weren't on the job that Danny couldn't help wanting to sit back and watch the show. He watched as Martin reached for the zipper in his pants, sliding it down with shaking fingers before he let them slide down his legs and kicked them aside. That was something that surprised Danny when they first started sleeping together - he'd expected Martin to be the type to hang everything up before he even thought about hitting the sheets, but more often than not they spent the next morning trying to sort out what belonged to whom. It had surprised him, but he liked it, just like he liked the fact that somehow some of Martin's clothes had worked their way into his closet over the past few months.
He loved it when Martin gave him that intense look, because he always knew what came next, knew they'd be lucky to make it to one of their beds before Martin was pulling and tugging at his clothes. Like tonight, when Martin let out a needy, frustrated whimper against Danny's mouth as he shoved him up against the door before it was even closed all the way. It was hot and intense and a little frightening just because it was so unlike anything he'd ever expected from Martin. It was almost enough to make him wish he found himself in danger more often. Almost.
Not that he'd ever turn down slow and gentle, what he'd come to think of as Weekend Sex, when Martin would wake up first and Danny would wake up a few minutes later to the tune of soft, feathery kisses tickling their way down his spine. He never complained about the early hour or the fact that until Martin he'd never actually been a morning person, because it might make Martin self-conscious enough to stop doing it, and that was the last thing Danny wanted. All he really wanted was Martin, any way he could get him; it took him awhile to come to terms with that, but once he did it made him smile whenever he thought it.
He smiled up at Martin as the thought crossed his mind again, watching a pair of sensible white cotton underwear slide down pale hips to pool on the floor at his feet. He only got a few seconds to enjoy the show before Martin was moving again, climbing onto the bed and over him to claim his mouth. And Martin kissed exactly the way Danny had always guessed he would; hard and hungry and just as intensely as he did everything else in his life. He kissed like he was proving a point, and maybe he was. His whole life seemed to be about proving something, but Danny wasn't sure who he was trying to prove it to. He wasn't sure if it mattered, but every time Martin kissed him Danny told himself that one day he was going to ask.
Not now, though, because Martin's cock was hard against his stomach, marking a slick trail just above the waistband of his pants. He moaned against Martin's mouth and thrust up against him, hands mapping the skin of Martin's back as he tried to pull the other man even closer. Martin rocked against him as blunt teeth worried Danny's bottom lip. He let out a hiss at the sudden jolt of not-quite-pain, clutching hard enough at Martin's shoulders to leave ten distinct bruises against pale skin. The idea of those bruises hidden by one of Martin's crisp white shirts in the office the next day made him instantly harder, and he let out a frustrated groan against Martin's mouth and pressed up more insistently against the body pinning him to the mattress.
Martin took the hint almost instantly, rolling off Danny far enough to get a hand between them. He worked Danny's pants open with one hand, then slid it inside to wrap his fingers around Danny's cock. There was no way Danny could hold out for long, not considering how long he'd been waiting for this moment. He knew if he didn't say something he was going to come in his pants, but he couldn't even catch his breath long enough to choke out a warning.
Evidently Martin knew how close he was, though, because a moment later he let go and pushed himself up onto his knees long enough to get the rest of Danny's clothes off. Danny wasn't used to just lying back and going along for the ride - passivity had never really been his thing, but with Martin he found himself doing things he'd never really considered before. Sleeping with a coworker, for one; he knew exactly how dangerous that was, and the fact that he'd chosen a Fitzgerald as his first experiment in employee relations was definitely a sign he was losing his mind.
He'd tried to talk himself out of it months ago, but there was something irresistible about Martin. Part of it was the way he went about everything with such intensity, sure, but there was something else too. They'd been in enough stressful situations and seen enough tragedy for Danny to pick up on the other man's vulnerability; it wasn't obvious to anybody who didn't know him well, but it was easy for Danny to see that part of Martin's matter-of-fact approach to their cases was his way of covering how deeply they really affected him. They all had different ways of coping with the deaths and the cases that went unsolved, but Martin wasn't that good at it yet, and that made Danny want to protect him.
He knew what would happen if he said that out loud, so he kept his worry about Martin to himself. But he could give him this, and he could be there when Martin woke up. He could make sure Martin knew that he was going to keep being there for as long as he could, no matter how many kids with guns they ran into on the job.
As soon as Martin got the rest of his clothes off Danny tugged him back down onto the mattress, grinning and shaking his head when Martin glanced in the direction of the bathroom. "It's alright, I can take it," he said. He didn't want to wait for Martin to go dig through the medicine cabinet for lube, didn't want to have to fumble with condoms or wait while Martin decided he was stretched enough to make it comfortable for him. He wanted to feel it, wanted to be able to feel it the next day when he sat at his desk and pretended to focus on the case.
"What about protection?"
Danny knew what Martin was asking, and he knew it was a weird time to have this conversation. Until that moment he hadn't even really thought about having it at all, but suddenly he wanted to know. "I'm not sleeping with anybody else," he answered, his hands moving restlessly on Danny's skin as he spoke. "We get tested all the damn time at work, so we both know we're clean. Right?"
Martin nodded jerkily and leaned forward, then thought better of it and stopped. "You're not?"
"When would I have time?" Danny asked, grinning around the lump of nervous tension in his throat. It was true; practically any spare time that he didn't spend unconscious he spent with Martin, so he knew that Martin didn't have time to see anybody else either. Still, he hadn't actually said it, so Danny couldn't be sure.
"Good point," Martin said, and his grin made Danny's heart skip a beat. "Me either."
"Good." Danny slid a hand through Martin's hair, his fingers skimming the back of Martin's neck as he tugged him forward again. When their lips met this time Martin gasped against his mouth, then pushed Danny back onto the mattress and wrapped his hand around his dick for the second time. Danny let out a moan and thrust up into Martin's grip, spreading his legs a little wider as Martin's mouth left his. He focused on the trail of wet kisses Martin planted on his neck, and when Martin's mouth moved down to his chest Danny buried his hand in the other man's hair to urge him lower.
He felt Martin grin against his skin when he let out a frustrated groan, then he pressed one last kiss to Danny's stomach and wrapped his lips around the head of Danny's cock. It was all Danny could do to keep from thrusting up into the sudden onslaught of wet heat, and he gripped the sheet with his free hand so hard that he could feel his knuckles burning. The pain felt good, though, because it distracted him enough from Martin's mouth to stop him from coming on the spot. He fought for breath as Martin's mouth slid down his length, his tongue flat against the underside of Danny's cock. It was possible Danny was babbling something, but he couldn't focus on anything long enough to tell whether he was forming actual words or just muttering incoherently.
Martin used his tongue to tease Danny on each upstroke, his mouth working Danny's length as his hand slid between Danny's legs. Danny angled his hips automatically when he felt two fingers press against his opening, his breath catching in his throat when Martin's fingers sank inside him. His grip on the sheets tightened even more, and he had to concentrate to keep from gripping Martin's hair too hard with his other hand. Then a third finger slid inside him, skimming that spot that made him see stars, and he thrust up once and came on Martin's tongue.
He was still tense and trying desperately to catch his breath when Martin pulled off him and spit into his own hand, spreading Danny's come on his own erection. Martin didn't wait for him to catch his breath before he caught Danny's knees and pushed them further apart, angling Danny's hips into just the right position before he lined himself up and slid inside in one long thrust. When he was buried deep inside Danny he paused, his eyes squeezed shut and his expression so intense that Danny's cock actually twitched in response. He wanted to reach out, to soothe the tension lines out of Martin's forehead, but he was still breathing hard and when Martin started moving it was all Danny could do to hold on.
It had been awhile since he'd done it this way; for the past few months he'd only been with Martin, and that meant careful, thorough prep work, because Martin was nothing if not a boy scout when it came to making sure everybody was as comfortable as possible. It had been even longer since he'd fucked anybody without protection, but he'd been thinking about it for awhile and even though it burned more than it had to he was glad he'd finally said something. This was exactly what he wanted - Martin fucking him with nothing between them, hard and fast and a little out of control. It took a lot to make Martin lose control completely, and for the past few months Danny had made it his personal goal to see how far past Martin's defenses he could get.
He closed his eyes and met every stroke, his breathing as ragged as Martin's as the other man drove into him over and over again. He reached out blindly to run his hands down Martin's arms, mapping the muscles straining just under his skin. Martin's body was sweat-slick and hotter than Danny thought should be possible, and he laughed a little deliriously at the thought of Martin bursting into flames. He opened his eyes again to find Martin watching him, and when he grinned Martin leaned down and caught his mouth in a hard kiss.
He could taste himself mingled with the sweet flavor of Martin's saliva that told Danny how close he was, and he released Martin's mouth with a gasp and thrust up a little harder the next time Martin drove into him. A choked moan escaped Martin's throat as he thrust once more, then one last time, burying himself deep inside Danny. Every muscle in his body tensed against his orgasm, then relaxed simultaneously as soon as the last tremor rocked his body. He collapsed gracelessly on top of Danny, smothering the other man in body heat to pant against Danny's neck.
Danny reached up to stroke Martin's sweat-damp hair, his fingers sliding through the dampness at the back of Martin's neck. He wasn't sure how long they laid there like that; it was possible that Martin fell asleep for a few minutes, but just when Danny was starting to wonder how long he was going to be able to stand Martin's weight on top of him the other man stirred and blinked down at him. Danny grinned and leaned up for a slow, leisurely kiss, the stretch reminding him that Martin was still buried inside him. He was definitely going to be able to feel this tomorrow, and he was pretty sure there was a mark high on his neck that would let everybody in the office know exactly what he'd been up to tonight.
Not that he minded; he kind of liked the idea of Martin marking him where people could see, even if they all assumed he got the mark from some trashy girl he picked up in a bar. He knew who'd put it there, just like he knew that the finger-shaped bruises on Martin's shoulders were his, and that was all that mattered.
Offering Martin this was the closest to a commitment either of them had gotten, because now that they'd skipped the protection once Danny knew they weren't going back to it. He was pretty sure Martin wasn't the kind of guy who would cheat on him, at least not if it meant risking Danny's health. So that meant this was a real relationship, or at least as close to one as either of them could get when they worked together.
"You scared the shit out of me today." The words were quiet, murmured against his cheek when Martin broke the kiss. It took him a second to remember what Martin was talking about; the feeling of Martin still inside him and the unexpected change in their relationship had distracted him enough to forget about the kid with the gun for awhile.
"It's not like I did it on purpose."
"I know." Martin sighed against his neck and shifted just enough to slip out of Danny, and he had to fight the urge to pull the other man close again. "It's just..."
"I know," Danny interrupted, shifting onto his side to brush his lips against Martin's forehead. He managed not to wince as the movement made him aware of how hard Martin had really fucked him. "Nobody got hurt, right? That makes it a good day in my book."
Martin nodded and Danny had the feeling he wanted to say something else, but instead he settled back against the pillows and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd want to talk about it tomorrow, or possibly even weeks from now when Danny had forgotten all about it. Sometimes it took Martin awhile to think through whatever he wanted to say, and sometimes he just didn't talk about it at all. Danny knew there was nothing he could do to get Martin to talk before he was ready, though, and they both knew that this wouldn't be the last time one of their lives were threatened. But they'd made it through today, and that was the best any of them could ask for.