Fic: "Wall of Flesh" (Mac/Danny) PG (for coclaim100)
Title: Wall of Flesh
Rating: PG
Summary: The same small thing could mean worlds of difference to two different people.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Prompt: #30 -- Rain for coclaim100
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
A/N: Our latest creation for coclaim100.stellaluna_ wrote the companion/continuation of this, "The Santayana Game" for coclaim100 prompt #63-- Past. Read it.
Feedback always welcome.
Danny pads barefoot down the hallway, jeans mere millimeters from sliding off his hips. His face is still soft around the edges from sleep, squinting slightly in the direction of the kitchen in search of Mac. The bed was still warm when he had woken up, but he couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach when he realized Mac wasn’t there with him. He knows intellectually than they are past the point of Mac skulking away in the middle of the night, but his gut reactions are too hard to control.
He unconsciously holds his arm close to his bare stomach, hand absently drifting downwards as his fingers skirt the edge of the faded waistband as he wanders. It’s an odd hour, well before when they both have to be up for work in the morning, and he doesn’t exactly like being up this early. He wanders through the apartment and finds Mac watching the rain out the window, seemingly lost in thought. He’s got his arms wrapped around himself to ward off the icy tendrils of cold that drift off the window, but obviously hasn’t made a move to get a shirt. Danny watches him cautiously and approaches slowly so he doesn’t startle him-a very bad idea for a man who knows as many ways to kill someone as he does. Not that he thinks that Mac would ever intentionally try to hurt him, but he knows how much someone can get absorbed in their own little world.
He slides his arms around Mac’s waist, leaning into him and resting his chin on Mac’s shoulder. Mac’s skin is shockingly cold at first, but Danny’s chest begins to warm inside and out as he stands there. One of Mac’s hands slides to rest on top of Danny’s hand that hovers around Mac’s navel. The other drifts back to stroke the denim that sits right behind him, gently encouraging Danny to stay close. Danny turns his head to kiss Mac on the cheek, lightly licking the stubble.
Mac hums contentedly in his chest while Danny’s hand rubs slowly up and down, swirling around the light hair on his stomach. Mac arches slightly into the touch, but he seems rather reluctant to move much and lose the skin on skin contact across his back. He slings his other arm over the top of Mac’s right shoulder, resting it there, letting his fingers dangle. The cold air in the apartment has woken him up, much to his dismay, but the heat radiating from Mac’s back soothes him, keeping him relaxed.
Danny’s left hand drifts higher, and Mac makes a strangled sound and his body stiffens. He freezes, not wanting to cause Mac any pain, and is confused until he realizes why-his fingers had been idly tracing the rough edges of Mac’s scar. He doesn’t see anything wrong in what he’s was doing, except for some hangup of Mac’s. To him, it’s a piece of Mac, nothing more, nothing different than the rest of him. He knows what he’s getting into for the most part when he’s with Mac, and more than likely it’s never going to be a bed of roses. He doesn’t give a shit. And, strangely enough, something inside him wants to prove to Mac that a stupid scar really doesn’t matter.
Sure, it upsets him on one level that it represents a simple notion that he doesn’t ever want to entertain-- possibly never having Mac enter his life-despite the up and down disaster that it has been. But he doesn’t want to dwell on something like that, especially when things have been going relatively well. He’s not a man of words, and even though Mac can be very word-oriented at times, he just can’t bring himself to make trouble by trying to express himself when it comes to things like that. No matter how hard he tries, Danny’s convinced he’ll never get it right.
Mac begins to move away, and Danny tightens his grip across his chest and holds him in place. He’s not going to let Mac run away from this. Mac resists momentarily, but caves quickly, standing stock still and stiff in the circle of Danny’s arms. Danny protectively puts his hand over the scar, not letting go despite Mac’s determination. Mac eventually stills, but tension radiates from every pore, and Danny can tell he’s internally struggling and upset. It frustrates him because he can’t find any good reason for Mac to feel that way about it. It’s not like he’s going to not want him because of some dumb piece of skin.
He starts gently and carefully running his finger all over the jagged patterns of the scar. The edges are softer than he would expect them to be, but given how old they are, it makes sense. He bends to kiss Mac softly on the back of the neck, his nose tickled by the prickles of the short hairs there. He can feel Mac relax under him slightly, but still frowns at Mac’s stubbornness, how he clings desperately to the tension running ramrod through him.
Danny’s managed to keep them pressed together despite Mac’s struggle to move away, not giving up any ground. Mac is obviously uncomfortable despite Danny’s best efforts, and he’s not pleased that he’s not made any progress. He starts kissing his neck again, tracing patterns with his tongue. This usually drives Mac nuts, but he’s still stiff and resistant. Danny grunts in frustration and lets go of Mac, who seems to relax, shoulders slumping forward.
Danny moves straight in front of Mac, grabbing his face in a strong grip and kissing him hard. Mac isn’t shy, and moves his hands onto Danny’s sides, holding him firmly in place. He’s trying to bury himself back into Danny, distancing himself from the discomfort of being reminded of his scar. Danny tries to get him to relax and go with it, running his hands all over Mac’s torso in encouragement.
When they break for air, Danny starts licking and nibbling on Mac’s chin and face despite the stubble, relishing the flavor of his skin through the itch on his tongue. He moves down to the spot on Mac’s neck that never fails to drive him crazy, mouth deftly working around a pleased smile as Mac’s hands tighten impulsively on his sides. When he’s sure that Mac’s sufficiently distracted, he gently places a kiss on the center of the large scar. Mac’s hands tighten on his hips, and he tries to push him away, squirming away.
Danny holds his ground, tongue gently moving.
“Danny. Stop. Danny….” Mac tries once again to shove him away.
Danny shows him what he thinks of that command, slowly and gently kissing all around the edges of his scar. It takes a while, but Mac finally sags in defeat, standing stock still.
Danny finally stops and frames Mac’s face with his hands. “I. don’t. care,” he says, punctuating each word with a kiss. “Got it?” He looks directly into Mac’s eyes as he asks. Mac nods slightly, but the agreement doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s not what he’s looking for, but given that it was Mac, it’s something. Honestly, it is entirely too early in the morning to be going through this, but nothing’s ever been normal with them.
He lets go of Mac’s face, pushing him firmly backwards. “Back to bed, yah? It’s too early to be up for work,” he frowns. Mac hesitates, but snags a beltloop of Danny’s threadbare jeans and tugs him with him. “Hey hey,” he says with a lazy grin as he follows Mac down the small hallway. “You don’t have to tell me that twice.”
Fin
8/06
The table of prompts for coclaim100
Link to all of my stories
x-posted to: csi_slash, csi_ny_fic, coclaim100, and mac_danny_slash
Rating: PG
Summary: The same small thing could mean worlds of difference to two different people.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Prompt: #30 -- Rain for coclaim100
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
A/N: Our latest creation for coclaim100.stellaluna_ wrote the companion/continuation of this, "The Santayana Game" for coclaim100 prompt #63-- Past. Read it.
Feedback always welcome.
Danny pads barefoot down the hallway, jeans mere millimeters from sliding off his hips. His face is still soft around the edges from sleep, squinting slightly in the direction of the kitchen in search of Mac. The bed was still warm when he had woken up, but he couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach when he realized Mac wasn’t there with him. He knows intellectually than they are past the point of Mac skulking away in the middle of the night, but his gut reactions are too hard to control.
He unconsciously holds his arm close to his bare stomach, hand absently drifting downwards as his fingers skirt the edge of the faded waistband as he wanders. It’s an odd hour, well before when they both have to be up for work in the morning, and he doesn’t exactly like being up this early. He wanders through the apartment and finds Mac watching the rain out the window, seemingly lost in thought. He’s got his arms wrapped around himself to ward off the icy tendrils of cold that drift off the window, but obviously hasn’t made a move to get a shirt. Danny watches him cautiously and approaches slowly so he doesn’t startle him-a very bad idea for a man who knows as many ways to kill someone as he does. Not that he thinks that Mac would ever intentionally try to hurt him, but he knows how much someone can get absorbed in their own little world.
He slides his arms around Mac’s waist, leaning into him and resting his chin on Mac’s shoulder. Mac’s skin is shockingly cold at first, but Danny’s chest begins to warm inside and out as he stands there. One of Mac’s hands slides to rest on top of Danny’s hand that hovers around Mac’s navel. The other drifts back to stroke the denim that sits right behind him, gently encouraging Danny to stay close. Danny turns his head to kiss Mac on the cheek, lightly licking the stubble.
Mac hums contentedly in his chest while Danny’s hand rubs slowly up and down, swirling around the light hair on his stomach. Mac arches slightly into the touch, but he seems rather reluctant to move much and lose the skin on skin contact across his back. He slings his other arm over the top of Mac’s right shoulder, resting it there, letting his fingers dangle. The cold air in the apartment has woken him up, much to his dismay, but the heat radiating from Mac’s back soothes him, keeping him relaxed.
Danny’s left hand drifts higher, and Mac makes a strangled sound and his body stiffens. He freezes, not wanting to cause Mac any pain, and is confused until he realizes why-his fingers had been idly tracing the rough edges of Mac’s scar. He doesn’t see anything wrong in what he’s was doing, except for some hangup of Mac’s. To him, it’s a piece of Mac, nothing more, nothing different than the rest of him. He knows what he’s getting into for the most part when he’s with Mac, and more than likely it’s never going to be a bed of roses. He doesn’t give a shit. And, strangely enough, something inside him wants to prove to Mac that a stupid scar really doesn’t matter.
Sure, it upsets him on one level that it represents a simple notion that he doesn’t ever want to entertain-- possibly never having Mac enter his life-despite the up and down disaster that it has been. But he doesn’t want to dwell on something like that, especially when things have been going relatively well. He’s not a man of words, and even though Mac can be very word-oriented at times, he just can’t bring himself to make trouble by trying to express himself when it comes to things like that. No matter how hard he tries, Danny’s convinced he’ll never get it right.
Mac begins to move away, and Danny tightens his grip across his chest and holds him in place. He’s not going to let Mac run away from this. Mac resists momentarily, but caves quickly, standing stock still and stiff in the circle of Danny’s arms. Danny protectively puts his hand over the scar, not letting go despite Mac’s determination. Mac eventually stills, but tension radiates from every pore, and Danny can tell he’s internally struggling and upset. It frustrates him because he can’t find any good reason for Mac to feel that way about it. It’s not like he’s going to not want him because of some dumb piece of skin.
He starts gently and carefully running his finger all over the jagged patterns of the scar. The edges are softer than he would expect them to be, but given how old they are, it makes sense. He bends to kiss Mac softly on the back of the neck, his nose tickled by the prickles of the short hairs there. He can feel Mac relax under him slightly, but still frowns at Mac’s stubbornness, how he clings desperately to the tension running ramrod through him.
Danny’s managed to keep them pressed together despite Mac’s struggle to move away, not giving up any ground. Mac is obviously uncomfortable despite Danny’s best efforts, and he’s not pleased that he’s not made any progress. He starts kissing his neck again, tracing patterns with his tongue. This usually drives Mac nuts, but he’s still stiff and resistant. Danny grunts in frustration and lets go of Mac, who seems to relax, shoulders slumping forward.
Danny moves straight in front of Mac, grabbing his face in a strong grip and kissing him hard. Mac isn’t shy, and moves his hands onto Danny’s sides, holding him firmly in place. He’s trying to bury himself back into Danny, distancing himself from the discomfort of being reminded of his scar. Danny tries to get him to relax and go with it, running his hands all over Mac’s torso in encouragement.
When they break for air, Danny starts licking and nibbling on Mac’s chin and face despite the stubble, relishing the flavor of his skin through the itch on his tongue. He moves down to the spot on Mac’s neck that never fails to drive him crazy, mouth deftly working around a pleased smile as Mac’s hands tighten impulsively on his sides. When he’s sure that Mac’s sufficiently distracted, he gently places a kiss on the center of the large scar. Mac’s hands tighten on his hips, and he tries to push him away, squirming away.
Danny holds his ground, tongue gently moving.
“Danny. Stop. Danny….” Mac tries once again to shove him away.
Danny shows him what he thinks of that command, slowly and gently kissing all around the edges of his scar. It takes a while, but Mac finally sags in defeat, standing stock still.
Danny finally stops and frames Mac’s face with his hands. “I. don’t. care,” he says, punctuating each word with a kiss. “Got it?” He looks directly into Mac’s eyes as he asks. Mac nods slightly, but the agreement doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s not what he’s looking for, but given that it was Mac, it’s something. Honestly, it is entirely too early in the morning to be going through this, but nothing’s ever been normal with them.
He lets go of Mac’s face, pushing him firmly backwards. “Back to bed, yah? It’s too early to be up for work,” he frowns. Mac hesitates, but snags a beltloop of Danny’s threadbare jeans and tugs him with him. “Hey hey,” he says with a lazy grin as he follows Mac down the small hallway. “You don’t have to tell me that twice.”
Fin
8/06
The table of prompts for coclaim100
Link to all of my stories
x-posted to: csi_slash, csi_ny_fic, coclaim100, and mac_danny_slash