Fic: "Three Parts Human, Two Parts Water" (Mac/Stella/Danny, R)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Three Parts Human, Two Parts Water
Author: gin200168
Rating: R for sexual situations
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera/Danny Messer
Summary: Mac comes home late to find Danny and Stella busy without him.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
A/N: stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual, and extra love for toughing this one out and staying up late to do it. Written for svmadelyn's kinkclicheporn challenge, (master list here) as well as inspired by a prompt given to me by thefirthyone for my drabble prompt request. (It didn't stay small. oops.)
Home tonight is Stella’s apartment, but Mac finds that as of late, as cliché and horrid as it sounds, he doesn’t much care whose home it is as long as both of them are there with him. Having them right there is preferable, even if Danny’s restless movements tend to wake him up in the middle of the night, and he often finds Stella wandering after him with a sleep-faded frown because his insomnia has led him to the couch. He can sleep better knowing that they’re within arm’s reach, where he can keep them safe.
He lets himself in with his key after listening closely and hearing nothing, figuring that they went out to get dinner. Danny’s always grumbling about none of them ever having anything around to eat, especially after he’s worked up an appetite for it.
Instead of finding either of them, he nearly trips over a black heel-- the beginning of a haphazard trail of clothing leading toward the back of the apartment-- and as he starts to follow it back he absently picks it all up and tosses it back onto the couch. He can hear them in the bathtub, splashes filtering out most of their voices.
Sometimes he worries that this will all collapse like a house of cards around him, that one day he’ll wake up and the dream will be over. That one or both of them will wise up to the situation and just leave, unable to take the pressure of putting up with him, much less a threesome with the other.
He tells himself that they need the time alone, that it’s good for them, especially because he’s never sure they want each other as much as he wants the both of them. Mac knows that he’s the pivot point, the support in the middle of this whole fragile mess, and he worries that it won’t be too long until something tips the wrong way and it all shatters.
Stella giggles and Danny murmurs something back, low and slow, chuckling at her. It tugs at Mac a bit even though he tries to ignore it-part of him wants to get closer, see what they’re laughing about. He manages to stay away, convincing himself that their happiness with each other is something he shouldn’t interrupt right now-they need to strengthen it.
They obviously don’t want to include him right now either, or they would have said something to him when he came in. And although he’s a little hurt at the purposeful seclusion, it does suggest that maybe he is on the right track and they do want to be alone right now.
Mac tries to distract himself by straightening up and digging in the fridge for something to eat, but the distraction grows quickly as the sounds continue to drift in. Danny moans in pleasure, and Mac imagines the smug smile Stella gets when he makes the same noises. It isn’t long until she starts making the same noises and he can hear the same hints of smugness in the murmurs of Danny’s roughened voice. The water splashes intermittently between slow kisses, and his mind tries desperately to fill in the blanks without his consent.
He listens to Danny's low whispers and her soft giggles and can't stop the images that flood his mind in the quiet moments punctuated with kisses. The water makes soft sloshing sounds as one of them shifts, and the frequency and sound of their kisses change over time, stopping abruptly with a thunk when someone slips. From the muttered curses, it was Danny, and Mac can’t help but smile a little, imagining Danny’s probable pout and Stella’s indulgent and soothing smile.
Mac's hand clenches tightly when her breath hitches. He knows exactly what that means, and in his mind he sees the grin that must be on Danny's face as she squirms beneath him, fingers teasing her the way she likes-- how he'll make her beg for it-- and imagines his fingers there too, tangling with Danny's, dancing in her folds and driving her mad.
He hears more low words ground out of Danny's throat, guttural and almost choked out. At first they're too quiet to figure out, but soon they rise in volume and clarity just enough for Mac to understand.
"Say his name."
"Danny...." she moans quietly.
"Not mine. Say. His. Name."
"Mac!" she cries out sharply, accompanied by a sharp splash.
Mac can’t stifle a startled gasp at the sound, arousal twisting his stomach into knots. He wants to be the one drawing noises like that from both of them, and maybe he was wrong to think they didn’t want him around right now.
"Good girl," Danny purrs at her as the water shifts again.
Danny keeps speaking to her in low tones, clearly pleased with his little idea and her compliance. Her responses are too soft to hear no matter how much he strains, and between that and the sudden pressing need to just be near, he gets up and walks quietly toward the bathroom.
Stella’s hand is just barely visible over the edge of the tub, rubbing back and forth over Danny’s back in low circles as his muscles flex and glide under the smooth skin. He likes to watch Danny move-surprisingly smooth despite his sometimes strange gait-and Danny often revels in the attention.
Stella seems to be the one in control of the kiss, and when they break for air, she catches Mac's eye over Danny's shoulder. Danny moves in to bite at her neck, and Mac licks his lips. She leans her head back to give Danny more room while still looking at Mac, and Danny soon stops when he seems to notice that her attention is now divided.
He cranes his neck around to look at Mac, clearly reluctant to move away from her. Mac stands frozen, staring at them both, wanting to touch but unable to make himself move toward them. Stella watches them both carefully, and Mac’s not sure what she’s thinking.
“’bout time you decided to join us, after spending all that time out there hovering. Not sure there’s enough room in here for you too, but we can always try,” Danny says, leaning forward, hand curling protectively around the back of Stella’s neck, fingers stroking back and forth softly. One hand drifts down to knead one of her breasts absentmindedly, and she arches reflexively into the touch.
He approaches slowly and they both smile at him, Stella reaching out one dripping hand to him in invitation. She tangles her fingers in his and they feel odd, almost rubbery with being in the water so long, but warm and alive. Stella tugs on his arm, pulling him towards them and she brings Mac in for a kiss. He has to kneel to reach them, and grasps the side of the tub, knuckles brushing against the side of Danny’s arm. The floor is cold and hard against his knees, and he frowns as cool water starts to soak his pant leg.
Stella’s hand moves toward the back of his head, pulling him in close and capturing his lips with hers. She’s intently focused on him, and he gets drawn into her familiar seduction quickly. It’s comforting, familiar, and always intoxicating.
He can hear Danny mumbling something behind him, but only parts of it register in is mind in broken pieces because the blood rushing in his ears drowns everything else out. He knows he’s neglecting Danny, but can’t bring himself to move away from Stella, who has moved to snaking a wet hand into his shirt-the dampness bothers him, but the feeling of her fingers along his skin feels too good to complain about a bit of moisture.
She stops and jerks slightly, moaning, as Danny starts moving and sloshing some of the water out of the tub and onto Mac. Danny must have entered her or started moving again, and he’s succeeded in getting her attention back on him somewhat, as she lays her face against Mac’s, breath hitching in his ear in time to the sloshing water and noises coming from Danny.
She moves away from Mac, and Danny takes advantage of the situation by grabbing Mac forcefully by the chin and pulling him into a rough kiss. Mac shifts toward him, drawn in by the aggression, giving back just as much as Danny is forcing onto him. Danny nips at Mac’s lips, and Mac bites him back, each of them trying to one up the other. Danny’s hand moves down to dig at a nipple through his shirt, and Mac makes a choked-off noise of pleasure. Danny’s hand moves a bit farther down his torso, but the positioning won’t let him get it all the way to where they both want it to be.
He hears a small noise out of Stella, and part of him dimly registers that now she’s the one probably being neglected as the both of them have gotten wrapped up in each other. Right now he’s too busy battling with Danny to go back to her completely. Instead, he slides his hand into the water toward her, reaching blindly for smooth skin. He frowns as he realizes his sleeve has fallen back down and has started to soak up the bath water as he rolls his fingers along her breasts.
Eventually his shirt gets too wet and Mac has to stop to strip it off. Danny reaches for him roughly again when Mac pulls away, but backs off when he sees that Mac’s just taking his shirt off, waiting surprisingly patiently for him to continue. Mac looks over at Stella, who watches him strip with much interest, eyes tracing the planes of his bare chest and pointedly downward. He leans in and gives her a slow kiss, but this time places a deliberate hand on Danny’s chest as he does so. Danny leans firmly into the touch, waiting patiently for the moment, but Mac can feel the tense energy running through to him so he knows the patience won’t last long.
When they pause, Danny pushes him firmly back onto his heels and leans in to take back possession of Stella-- firmly but not as aggressively as he was with Mac. He watches as Stella adjusts quickly, kissing him right back with just as much force and aggression. They start moving, building speed quickly as tiny waves start tipping over the edge of the edge again, splashing on his pants.
Mac’s frozen in place again watching them, but this time more turned on and with a pressing need to touch and taste with them right there in front of him. His cock throbs as he watches-and the confines of his damp pants are now even more unwelcome than before, but he makes no move to take them off.
Stella leans her head back and arches her throat, and Mac wants nothing more in that moment to lean in and bite it, but Danny beats him to it. She moans in pleasure, and again, his hands clench by his side-- he wants to make her make that sound, wants to make Danny moan in pleasure too.
Danny’s hand slips under the water to stroke at her and it doesn’t take long after that before she comes with the choked off little squeak she always hates that she makes and Danny’s starting to shake from what Mac assumes is the effort of holding off. He watches her face contort in pleasure as she comes, and the languid smile she gets when she starts to relax. Danny’s still pistoning into her as best as he can given the tight quarters, face screwed up in painful concentration. She pinches his nipple between two fingernails and he cries out in pleasure, jerking hard one last time and finally coming.
Danny barely catches himself from falling on her, and he unconsciously curls himself over her protectively. She reaches up and rests a wet hand in his short hair, rubbing his back gently as he calms down, and looks over at Mac.
Mac’s still breathing hard and staring wide-eyed at the both of them, watching Stella slowly stroke Danny’s back. She eventually tries to reach for him, and Danny turns his head to watch their interaction, resting it on Stella’s chest. Much to both of their disappointment, she’s in the same position as Danny was before and can’t reach down far enough.
“I want to...” she says, frustrated by her lack of ability to touch him.
“I know. I want you to. I’ll see you in bed.” Mac says, running a hand over Danny’s hair and Stella’s cheek.
Mac unfolds himself slowly from the floor, touching them both gently one last time as he stands there, and goes to the bedroom to strip out of his wet clothes and wait for them to join him.
Fin
5/07
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Title: Three Parts Human, Two Parts Water
Author: gin200168
Rating: R for sexual situations
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera/Danny Messer
Summary: Mac comes home late to find Danny and Stella busy without him.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
A/N: stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual, and extra love for toughing this one out and staying up late to do it. Written for svmadelyn's kinkclicheporn challenge, (master list here) as well as inspired by a prompt given to me by thefirthyone for my drabble prompt request. (It didn't stay small. oops.)
Home tonight is Stella’s apartment, but Mac finds that as of late, as cliché and horrid as it sounds, he doesn’t much care whose home it is as long as both of them are there with him. Having them right there is preferable, even if Danny’s restless movements tend to wake him up in the middle of the night, and he often finds Stella wandering after him with a sleep-faded frown because his insomnia has led him to the couch. He can sleep better knowing that they’re within arm’s reach, where he can keep them safe.
He lets himself in with his key after listening closely and hearing nothing, figuring that they went out to get dinner. Danny’s always grumbling about none of them ever having anything around to eat, especially after he’s worked up an appetite for it.
Instead of finding either of them, he nearly trips over a black heel-- the beginning of a haphazard trail of clothing leading toward the back of the apartment-- and as he starts to follow it back he absently picks it all up and tosses it back onto the couch. He can hear them in the bathtub, splashes filtering out most of their voices.
Sometimes he worries that this will all collapse like a house of cards around him, that one day he’ll wake up and the dream will be over. That one or both of them will wise up to the situation and just leave, unable to take the pressure of putting up with him, much less a threesome with the other.
He tells himself that they need the time alone, that it’s good for them, especially because he’s never sure they want each other as much as he wants the both of them. Mac knows that he’s the pivot point, the support in the middle of this whole fragile mess, and he worries that it won’t be too long until something tips the wrong way and it all shatters.
Stella giggles and Danny murmurs something back, low and slow, chuckling at her. It tugs at Mac a bit even though he tries to ignore it-part of him wants to get closer, see what they’re laughing about. He manages to stay away, convincing himself that their happiness with each other is something he shouldn’t interrupt right now-they need to strengthen it.
They obviously don’t want to include him right now either, or they would have said something to him when he came in. And although he’s a little hurt at the purposeful seclusion, it does suggest that maybe he is on the right track and they do want to be alone right now.
Mac tries to distract himself by straightening up and digging in the fridge for something to eat, but the distraction grows quickly as the sounds continue to drift in. Danny moans in pleasure, and Mac imagines the smug smile Stella gets when he makes the same noises. It isn’t long until she starts making the same noises and he can hear the same hints of smugness in the murmurs of Danny’s roughened voice. The water splashes intermittently between slow kisses, and his mind tries desperately to fill in the blanks without his consent.
He listens to Danny's low whispers and her soft giggles and can't stop the images that flood his mind in the quiet moments punctuated with kisses. The water makes soft sloshing sounds as one of them shifts, and the frequency and sound of their kisses change over time, stopping abruptly with a thunk when someone slips. From the muttered curses, it was Danny, and Mac can’t help but smile a little, imagining Danny’s probable pout and Stella’s indulgent and soothing smile.
Mac's hand clenches tightly when her breath hitches. He knows exactly what that means, and in his mind he sees the grin that must be on Danny's face as she squirms beneath him, fingers teasing her the way she likes-- how he'll make her beg for it-- and imagines his fingers there too, tangling with Danny's, dancing in her folds and driving her mad.
He hears more low words ground out of Danny's throat, guttural and almost choked out. At first they're too quiet to figure out, but soon they rise in volume and clarity just enough for Mac to understand.
"Say his name."
"Danny...." she moans quietly.
"Not mine. Say. His. Name."
"Mac!" she cries out sharply, accompanied by a sharp splash.
Mac can’t stifle a startled gasp at the sound, arousal twisting his stomach into knots. He wants to be the one drawing noises like that from both of them, and maybe he was wrong to think they didn’t want him around right now.
"Good girl," Danny purrs at her as the water shifts again.
Danny keeps speaking to her in low tones, clearly pleased with his little idea and her compliance. Her responses are too soft to hear no matter how much he strains, and between that and the sudden pressing need to just be near, he gets up and walks quietly toward the bathroom.
Stella’s hand is just barely visible over the edge of the tub, rubbing back and forth over Danny’s back in low circles as his muscles flex and glide under the smooth skin. He likes to watch Danny move-surprisingly smooth despite his sometimes strange gait-and Danny often revels in the attention.
Stella seems to be the one in control of the kiss, and when they break for air, she catches Mac's eye over Danny's shoulder. Danny moves in to bite at her neck, and Mac licks his lips. She leans her head back to give Danny more room while still looking at Mac, and Danny soon stops when he seems to notice that her attention is now divided.
He cranes his neck around to look at Mac, clearly reluctant to move away from her. Mac stands frozen, staring at them both, wanting to touch but unable to make himself move toward them. Stella watches them both carefully, and Mac’s not sure what she’s thinking.
“’bout time you decided to join us, after spending all that time out there hovering. Not sure there’s enough room in here for you too, but we can always try,” Danny says, leaning forward, hand curling protectively around the back of Stella’s neck, fingers stroking back and forth softly. One hand drifts down to knead one of her breasts absentmindedly, and she arches reflexively into the touch.
He approaches slowly and they both smile at him, Stella reaching out one dripping hand to him in invitation. She tangles her fingers in his and they feel odd, almost rubbery with being in the water so long, but warm and alive. Stella tugs on his arm, pulling him towards them and she brings Mac in for a kiss. He has to kneel to reach them, and grasps the side of the tub, knuckles brushing against the side of Danny’s arm. The floor is cold and hard against his knees, and he frowns as cool water starts to soak his pant leg.
Stella’s hand moves toward the back of his head, pulling him in close and capturing his lips with hers. She’s intently focused on him, and he gets drawn into her familiar seduction quickly. It’s comforting, familiar, and always intoxicating.
He can hear Danny mumbling something behind him, but only parts of it register in is mind in broken pieces because the blood rushing in his ears drowns everything else out. He knows he’s neglecting Danny, but can’t bring himself to move away from Stella, who has moved to snaking a wet hand into his shirt-the dampness bothers him, but the feeling of her fingers along his skin feels too good to complain about a bit of moisture.
She stops and jerks slightly, moaning, as Danny starts moving and sloshing some of the water out of the tub and onto Mac. Danny must have entered her or started moving again, and he’s succeeded in getting her attention back on him somewhat, as she lays her face against Mac’s, breath hitching in his ear in time to the sloshing water and noises coming from Danny.
She moves away from Mac, and Danny takes advantage of the situation by grabbing Mac forcefully by the chin and pulling him into a rough kiss. Mac shifts toward him, drawn in by the aggression, giving back just as much as Danny is forcing onto him. Danny nips at Mac’s lips, and Mac bites him back, each of them trying to one up the other. Danny’s hand moves down to dig at a nipple through his shirt, and Mac makes a choked-off noise of pleasure. Danny’s hand moves a bit farther down his torso, but the positioning won’t let him get it all the way to where they both want it to be.
He hears a small noise out of Stella, and part of him dimly registers that now she’s the one probably being neglected as the both of them have gotten wrapped up in each other. Right now he’s too busy battling with Danny to go back to her completely. Instead, he slides his hand into the water toward her, reaching blindly for smooth skin. He frowns as he realizes his sleeve has fallen back down and has started to soak up the bath water as he rolls his fingers along her breasts.
Eventually his shirt gets too wet and Mac has to stop to strip it off. Danny reaches for him roughly again when Mac pulls away, but backs off when he sees that Mac’s just taking his shirt off, waiting surprisingly patiently for him to continue. Mac looks over at Stella, who watches him strip with much interest, eyes tracing the planes of his bare chest and pointedly downward. He leans in and gives her a slow kiss, but this time places a deliberate hand on Danny’s chest as he does so. Danny leans firmly into the touch, waiting patiently for the moment, but Mac can feel the tense energy running through to him so he knows the patience won’t last long.
When they pause, Danny pushes him firmly back onto his heels and leans in to take back possession of Stella-- firmly but not as aggressively as he was with Mac. He watches as Stella adjusts quickly, kissing him right back with just as much force and aggression. They start moving, building speed quickly as tiny waves start tipping over the edge of the edge again, splashing on his pants.
Mac’s frozen in place again watching them, but this time more turned on and with a pressing need to touch and taste with them right there in front of him. His cock throbs as he watches-and the confines of his damp pants are now even more unwelcome than before, but he makes no move to take them off.
Stella leans her head back and arches her throat, and Mac wants nothing more in that moment to lean in and bite it, but Danny beats him to it. She moans in pleasure, and again, his hands clench by his side-- he wants to make her make that sound, wants to make Danny moan in pleasure too.
Danny’s hand slips under the water to stroke at her and it doesn’t take long after that before she comes with the choked off little squeak she always hates that she makes and Danny’s starting to shake from what Mac assumes is the effort of holding off. He watches her face contort in pleasure as she comes, and the languid smile she gets when she starts to relax. Danny’s still pistoning into her as best as he can given the tight quarters, face screwed up in painful concentration. She pinches his nipple between two fingernails and he cries out in pleasure, jerking hard one last time and finally coming.
Danny barely catches himself from falling on her, and he unconsciously curls himself over her protectively. She reaches up and rests a wet hand in his short hair, rubbing his back gently as he calms down, and looks over at Mac.
Mac’s still breathing hard and staring wide-eyed at the both of them, watching Stella slowly stroke Danny’s back. She eventually tries to reach for him, and Danny turns his head to watch their interaction, resting it on Stella’s chest. Much to both of their disappointment, she’s in the same position as Danny was before and can’t reach down far enough.
“I want to...” she says, frustrated by her lack of ability to touch him.
“I know. I want you to. I’ll see you in bed.” Mac says, running a hand over Danny’s hair and Stella’s cheek.
Mac unfolds himself slowly from the floor, touching them both gently one last time as he stands there, and goes to the bedroom to strip out of his wet clothes and wait for them to join him.
Fin
5/07
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