"By Request" (Mac/Stella/Danny, Mac/Stella, Mac/Danny, Stella/Danny, NC-17)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: By Request
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual acts
Summary: Stella wants to watch.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera/Danny Messer, Mac/Stella, Mac/Danny, Stella/Danny
A/N: This is the main product of my decision to do a miniNaNo project. I got very lucky in ending up with a piece that ran away with itself and nearly fulfilled all 5000 words of my goal-- quite possibly one of my longest pieces, if not the longest. (The other few hundred were covered in "Alarm Clock", a birthday piece for scarletts_awry)
A/N #2: Special thanks to stellaluna_ for the edit, and without her support and encouragement from Day One almost 2 years ago, I ultimately wouldn't have gotten to this point.
Mac looks up as soon as he hears the door click shut. Stella looks tired and annoyed, and things probably didn't go well at the courthouse. She'd been called to testify on the Jacobs trial, so they'd been a hand short all day which puts a strain on the rest of the team. It's always more acute when she's gone for whatever reason; he can feel its weight on him constantly even if he doesn't let himself acknowledge or dwell on it.
He meets her halfway as she hangs up her coat, takes off her shoes and settles in. "Hi," he says quietly, not wanting to bother her too much if she's not in the mood for human contact. Days in court are often less than pleasant and he's had his fair share of days where he's just wanted to go home and ignore the rest of humanity for a while, so he's impressed that she didn't cancel for tonight. The laywers' questions get too probing, too intrusive, and while it works in the short term to put on a front of detachment, you pay the price later when you have to piece together the bits of yourself they've tried to tear to shreds.
"Hey," she says, notes of exhaustion and frustration obvious in her voice. She steps toward him, body language very open, and he takes this as an invitation, pulling her close and leaning down for a gentle kiss. She leans into him, and he knows he made the right choice then. He draws her tighter, rubbing light patterns on her back.
She leans her head further into his chest, and he just stands there holding her. It still shocks him to this day how strikingly intimate the simple things can be that never seemed that way before.
He looks her in the eye when she finally turns and looks up at him. "Bad day at the courthouse?"
"Yeah. These guys seem to be tougher than usual. And another day of it tomorrow-- you'll be short again, sorry."
"It's all right, we've been coping fine. And we can always call in someone from swing early if things get too bad. Don't worry. The faster you're done, the better."
She smiles at that, stretching to kiss under his chin. "Missed you too. Speaking of Danny, where is he?"
"He insisted on getting dinner tonight, somewhere in Little Italy. He should be here soon."
"Good. I think I'm going to go soak in the tub for a while. Let me know when he gets here with dinner?"
"Sure." He gives her one last kiss and lets go.
************
The bathroom door hinges creak a bit as they swing open, and she opens her eyes and turns her head expecting to see Mac in the doorway coming in to retrieve her. Instead she finds Danny creeping in as quietly as possible.
"Hey beautiful," he says softly as he kneels by the tub, leaning in toward her.
"Hey yourself," she says back, unable to resist moving toward him. He leans in for a kiss that is equal parts gentle and probing, his typical dexterity shining through yet subdued. She reaches up to touch his cheek, smiling as he crinkles his nose because her hand is wet.
He leans back a bit and one of his hands drifts up to play with a curl that escaped the loose bun she threw her hair into; he seems to have a childlike fascination with her hair, almost constantly touching or playing with it. At first it was almost startling to have him turn his intensity on something as mundane as a curl in her hair, twirling and playing and so much touching. Now she's used to it and the feeling of his fingers dancing lightly through bits of her hair is very comforting to her. To both of them, she suspects.
"Mac says court didn't go too well today." He frowns at her. He can be even more protective than Mac sometimes, another thing that came as a bit of a surprise at first.
"No, it didn't. These guys are sharks, worse than usual. And then another day tomorrow." She can't help but sigh in resignation about this-- it may be part of her job, but she doesn't have to like it.
"I'm sorry. Court sucks. And Mac is even more incorrigible when you're not there to keep an eye on him." He smiles. She must have missed something today.
She manages a small smile in return. "I know you can handle him Danny. It's the rest of them I wouldn't be so sure about. Is dinner ready?"
"Yeah, I brought home some good stuff from a little place I know over by Hester, not the junk they call Italian over here. Got some good red to go with it too. Don't be worrying about that right now, I've got it staying warm in the oven so that you can stay in here as long as you want. You need to relax," he says, slipping his hand into the water and lightly stroking her side. He's much more expressive and tactile than Mac, and often is the one that actually speaks the unsaid things for all of them. Despite everything she's been through, it's never felt threatening, and for that, she's grateful.
"You want me to do anything for you? I know some ways I could make you relax and Mac could help. I know he missed you too." His hand drifts lower, and she's torn between encouraging him to do more to her or caving to the overwhelming urge to just relax and run with her desires.
She tilts her hips toward his hand, and he cups her mound almost possessively while curling his fingers very slowly, teasing light trails through her curls and against her skin.
"Name your pleasure," he whispers, the heat on her cheek from his breath tantalizing. He nudges a finger into her folds, running the tip in slow circles around her clit. She shivers.
"I want to watch," she says, trying to be bold, but can't completely mask all of the trepidation in her voice. She's not too worried about her request-- Danny's just as bold and creative as she can be when they're in bed, sometimes more-- but rather that he might see it as a bit of a rebuff of his own seduction efforts, because it seemed that he had a specific track in mind.
He straightens up and looks at her, a serious look on his face but with darkening eyes. He's interested, that's for sure. "Well, I wasn't quite expecting that, but like I said, you name it. Whatcha want to watch, exactly?"
"You. and Mac. Together."
"Any specific way? You want me to fuck him? Him to fuck me? Me to suck him off until he screams my name? Us to jerk ourselves off, put on a pretty little show until we come moaning your name?" She can already feel the coil of arousal in her gut just listening to Danny, powered by the images that come into her mind. Oh god, this is a good choice, she thinks.
He smiles wickedly. "I could just keep talking because you like listening, but you said you wanted to watch, not listen. Anything appeal?"
"I just want to watch the two of you. Another day I might pick something specific, but right now I just want to watch you from beginning to end, however it strikes you two to go. Just a natural flow."
Danny's eyes are dark and wide now, and she's sure that rapid fire mind of his is going through all the possibilities for him. "All right, I think that can be managed. You ready to get out then?"
"No, I want you to do it here."
He blinks slowly, but with a raised eyebrow. "Just surprising me all over the place tonight, aren't you?" He starts to rock back and forth a bit, and she can just see the gears in his head turning. She cups his cheek as leans in for another kiss and when he moves back from her lips he turns his hand to kiss her palm. She smiles, warmed more by the simple intimacy from that one move than his seduction.
"Ok, you stay put... I'll be back soon."
She laughs. "Not going anywhere...."
****
First thing he does when he leaves the bathroom is make sure the oven is off. No sense in ruining good food that he went through so much trouble to get, and they can always reheat it later.
He finds Mac siting on the couch reading. Danny lays a gentle hand on Mac's shoulder and lets it drift down his chest, moving it slowly back and forth. Mac arches his neck and looks up at Danny, letting the journal fall into his lap.
"Stella wants you."
Mac frowns slightly and shifts to get up. "Did she say why?"
"Nah, but best not keep her waiting if she's had a bad day." He hopes that she'll keep Mac busy just long enough until he can get back in there.
While Mac heads to see what she wants, Danny hurries into the bedroom to grab supplies just in case they need them-- considering the twists and turns the day has taken so far, they can't be too prepared, he figures. His cock twitches at the array of possibilities that filter through his mind. He wants it all-- right here, right now.
He opens the door and is very pleased to find that Stella has found a way to keep Mac busy and distracted. His gut twists watching them kiss, tongues tangling and Mac a few inches from being dragged into the water with her. You smart, smart woman, he thinks.
Danny shuts the door as quietly as possible behind him and moves over toward the tub, stealthily depositing the lube and condoms in the sink. Stowed within easy reach if needed, but nothing out there as a glaring distraction to Mac-- getting him to go along with this is going to be hard enough as it is. He reaches out to touch Mac's back very lightly so as to not startle him, running his hand slowly over and down Mac's stomach. Mac seems to lean into the touch reflexively, reacting to his presence while still focusing on Stella, but it doesn't take long before he's eye to eye with Danny and looking a bit confused.
"There's not enough room for all three of us in there, much less two," Mac says, frowning at him.
He leans in and kisses Mac. "Don't worry about it, I don't think that's what you had in mind, was it Stel?" Danny gives her a mischievous grin, and Mac starts to look curious as well as confused. Mac turns his attention to her, and Danny keeps his hand stroking low and slow on Mac's stomach.
"Had what in mind?" he says, gaze shifting between the both of them. Danny had to keep himself from snickering -- sometimes Mac can be so predictable-- even little things can be can be such a battle.
"I want to watch you and Danny. Right here, right now." she says, direct and to the point. Danny smiles at this; the bluntness might be their only chance to get him to cooperate, even if it means taking a chance of Mac completely freezing up. Her ability to read Mac is such an asset to keeping things working with all of them-- if it were just he and Mac, things would go much less smoothly.
Mac blinks slowly, and Danny can just see his brain trying to make it work and just not being able to handle it. Mac's been showing signs of improvement about being open to new, bolder things and going with the flow in baby steps, but this is a big leap.
We've lost him, Danny thinks. He's stayed too quiet too long, and it was just too much for him to process. Just then Mac lays his hand almost protectively on Stella's chest, and Danny's gut clenches in sympathy. As strong as she is-- god knows she could break either one of them in little more than a blink of an eye-- something draws him to be almost as protective of her as Mac can be, even with much less of a history between them than they have.
"What about you?" Mac says softly, looking straight at Stella. She smiles at him and Danny feels Mac slightly under his hand and smiles too. It's a good step.
"I want to watch. Seeing you two together brings me great pleasure-- I'll be far from deprived. Danny told me I could have whatever I wanted, and that's what I want. Besides, there are options for after," she says with a mischievous grin of her own.
Danny imagines finishing her off, fingers dancing through her flesh as Mac sucks and bites at her breasts as she moans, too far gone to manage either of their names. It makes his cock twitch in anticipation and his gut lurch again. God, he wants them both, and if Mac could just not think everything to death for once in his life, everyone could get what they need.
He starts to caress Mac's stomach in wider sweeps, slipping his hand under the soft t-shirt and letting his fingers dance against the smooth skin. The muscles beneath his fingers twitch in response, and he's encouraged, even if Mac is still silent. The fact that his body is reacting is encouraging, and maybe he'll agree without too much fuss.
"Please," she says softly. This seems to be enough to prompt a decision, and he looks over at Danny.
"What do you want us to do?" Mac speaks slower and softer than usual, clearly trying to soldier on despite his deep discomfort. "There's really not much room here," Mac says, scanning the room as he does when they're at a scene. Danny lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and moves his hand higher, fingers skirting the edge of one of Mac's nipples, and Mac leans into the touch.
"Whatever you like. I don't have much of anything in mind except watching both of you come for me, however you want to. Another day I'd have something specific in mind, but this time, you lead."
Mac seems to think this over again, but not for nearly as long this time. "If that's what you want," he says. He leans down to kiss her once again, and then turns to Danny and reaches for him.
Danny can't help but grin when Mac finally kisses him in earnest-- it feels like he's been waiting a small eternity. Mac shifts a little closer and Danny runs both hands underneath Mac's shirt, touching and stroking everything he can reach. Mac does the same with him, but one hand drifts to its familiar spot low on his back, and the other tangles in his hair.
Danny pulls at Mac's shirt enough and eventually Mac catches on and lets go of Danny just long enough to quickly take his shirt off and toss it toward the far corner. Danny strips his shirt off in the short window of opportunity and does the same, and Mac makes a pleased humming noise when Danny touches him again. Mac was ready for this, even if his mind didn't want to admit it, and god knows Danny's more than ready himself, cock trying to bust out of his jeans and every bit of him screaming for Mac to touch him already.
*****
Mac's torn, unsure what to do. It's not like they haven't done this plenty of times before and he doesn't know how to satisfy either of them, but knowing she's quietly watching gives this whole encounter a different dimensionality, changes everything. The knowledge of that she's watching, expecting them to put on a show for her, echoes in the back of his mind and makes him worry that he's going to do something wrong. It also springs an irrational feeling that if she's watching, that somehow the whole world is watching too.
Although he trusts in her when she says it will bring her pleasure just to watch, a small part of him can't help but to ache constantly touch her, taste her, connect with her. Especially given how he's already gotten a taste tonight, drawing him in and keeping him teetering on the edge of the tub and temptation. The same low draw always brings him toward Danny too, like slow moving orbits being pulled by gravity. Like they're always meant to be together somehow, and the pull of a third party balances them instead of throwing the whole system out of whack.
Danny is the exhibitionist of them all, so Mac's pretty sure Danny will be plenty eager to put on a show for her, probably coming up with countless ideas given his penchant for creativity and constant craving for attention. It seems natural that Danny's attention-seeking streak would prompt him to take the lead, but Danny and Stella both seem to be waiting for him to make the first move.
When he reaches for Danny, a huge grin spreads across Danny's face just before Mac starts to kiss it away. Danny's all hands as usual too, making every move to get to skin as soon as he can. It's all a bit impatient, but very Danny, and Mac likes the feel of Danny's hands on his skin. Danny's tactile expressionism is almost always pleasurable, and often an adventure in something interesting when they let him run with it.
Danny doesn't waste any time, stripping Mac's shirt away and running his hands all over his bare skin. Danny has a particular fixation on tracing the jagged edges of the scar on Mac's chest, and it took a very long time for Mac to be able to even tolerate even the lightest touch. The skin goes from numb to overly sensitive in barely a millimeter's distance, and serves as a constant physical reminder of his failures, even back then. Danny's determination and constant attention to it slowly ground down Mac' s resistance and now he can tolerate Danny playing with it, if he blocks out everything else and just focuses on Danny's movements and the sensations they bring. Mac reaches for Danny, caressing and mapping random patterns with his fingertips along the sharp planes of Danny's back.
Danny starts to suck on his neck, creeping his fingers in below the edges of Mac's waistband and slowly moving them around to the front. Mac looks over to Stella, who is watching them both with great interest, eyes dark and breathing fast. He aches to touch her, to feel the rise and fall of her chest under his hands. His attention snaps back to Danny as he wedges his fingers under Mac's waistband and brushes his fingers against the base of Mac's cock, sending shivers through him. Danny smiles, undoing Mac's pants and getting his hands in further inside.
Danny's hands are cold, but their movement sends spikes of pleasure up Mac's spine. It compels him to turn the tables, and he reaches for Danny, going straight to stripping him. Danny jerks his hips and moans when Mac finally gets his hands around his cock, teasing with slow strokes, pleased as he watches Danny squirm.
"Maccc.." Danny moans when he stops, and something inside Mac snaps. He scoots back to prop himself against the wall and pulls Danny onto his lap, a tangle of limbs ending with them both awkwardly sprawled on the floor but with more room to maneuver. He would have preferred to be on top, but between the limited room and Danny's clear enthusiasm with taking the lead, he can manage for the time being.
He hears the water splash and figures she must be shifting to get a better view. Danny straddles him and uses his position to his advantage, grinding against him and whispering in his ear. It's gonna be good. Maybe I should fuck you right here on the floor, bet she'd like that. Touching herself as she watches you squirm and moan under my hands she'll be wishing it was me making her make that noise."
Mac's embarrassed at the low noise that escapes him, but it makes Danny grin even wider, lust and mischief tinging the sides into something almost ominous. Danny hastily strips off his jeans and shoves at Mac's sweats, not bothering long enough to get them all the way off. He scoots close and molds himself to Mac, grinding against him and positioning them so that their cocks are rubbing together as he moves.
It's good, and it doesn't really hit him until then that the friction, the raw physicality, is what's been missing the whole time. It hits him low in his gut, and it's like a switch has been thrown-- he can't wait anymore, can't let the teasing go on.
Danny has started moving down Mac's body, kissing and licking a path down his chest as he goes, and Mac grabs onto Danny and tries to guide him to go him downward faster without hurting him. Danny resists, as usual, but when Mac doesn't let up with the gentle pressure he stops and looks up at him. After that, it seems he gets the message without too much more resistance and Mac falls against the wall bonelessly when Danny shifts backward and grabs Mac's cock and gives it a broad lick.
He catches himself and keeps his hips from jerking too much, but it becomes harder and harder as Danny licks and sucks up and down his cock, swirling circles around the head. The moist air of the bathroom seems so cold now on his wet flesh, and when he's suddenly engulfed in the hot heat of Danny's mouth, he arches his neck and has to bite back a moan. So, so good.
Maybe Danny's taking pity on him, or maybe he wants to move this along too, because he doesn't seem to draw it out for long like Mac expects him to. Instead he pulls out all the stops, doing all the things that send shivers down Mac's spine and Mac can't sit still anymore by the time Danny stops to catch his breath.
He's surprised when Danny actually comes back up his body, placing a wet hand on Mac's cock in place of his mouth. Mac reaches for Danny and kisses him again, tongues tangling and teeth knocking as if they could consume each other. Mac reaches for Danny's cock and strokes it slowly, and Danny hisses.
"Fuck that's good," he says. Danny's hand tightens on Mac's cock, speeding up the strokes in response. Danny whines, vocal and responsive to his every move, and Mac smiles.
Danny turns his head and Mac can feel Danny's rapid breaths puffing out on his cheek. "Come on, come for me, come for her. We both want to watch you surrender, it's so fucking hot. I bet she's just dripping for the both of us under that water, can you taste it? Oh god, I want to..." Danny keeps whispering but it's all too much now, and as he comes Danny's voice is muffled by the rushing of the blood in his ears, and it's so, so good.
When he opens his eyes again, Danny's sitting there with a smug grin and need tinging his eyes. He looks over at Stella, who is transfixed by the both of them, clearly turned on and touching herself slowly as she watches them. Mac watches the slow movement of her hands under the water, wanting it to be him touching her like that.
"I know," Danny says softly in his ear.
Something surges in him from those two words. He gets it, and it triggers this wave in Mac that he just can't hold back. He jerks Danny down on top of him so quickly it nearly startles them both, kissing him hard and stroking everything within reach. Danny wiggles and grinds against him, his hard cock trapped between them. Mac pins their hips together, grinding against him with the little leverage he has.
Danny's squirming and shaking above him, teetering on the edge and vibrating with need.
"Come, Danny. You know she's watching, waiting. Waiting for you, for us." That's as much as he can manage-- Danny is by far the most verbose one of the three of them-- and thankfully enough, as Danny makes a keening noise low in his throat as he arches his back and comes, spilling hot and sticky all over both of their chests.
His arms buckle and he collapses mostly on top of Mac, panting and trying to catch his breath. Mac's hand drifts up by reflex to rest against the nape of Danny's neck, and he doesn't even realize he's done so until he feels Danny shift into the touch.
He starts to reach out to Stella, but realizes the logistics of the wall of the tub and how they're sitting won't work. He looks up at her apologetically, because it feels wrong not being able to make that connection. She smiles at him and Danny, and it goes a tiny bit toward making him feel better, but not enough. The unsettled feeling in his gut will go away when he can touch them both at the same time, have them both next to him and keep them safe. Sometimes mere presence is enough, but right now, it isn't.
She's watching them, and she looks happy, satisfied, with a myriad of complex emotion that it's taken years to learn to read on her. Affection. Desire. Love. Peace. He finds a small part of him is disappointed because that look of satisfaction means she's probably taken care of her own needs and gotten herself off while watching them. Even though she's perfectly capable of handling herself, he wants to be the one to do that, to bring her pleasure, and take care of all of her needs. The rest of it, however, is a very small step toward quelling the unsettled feeling, but not nearly enough.
He looks down at Danny, who is looking over at her too. Danny has a better angle and reaches his hand over the edge of the tub toward her, and she takes it in hers, stroking her thumb along the top.
"Thank you," she says softly.
They lay there a few more moments before he nudges Danny. "Floor's cold."
Danny snorts, and gets up slowly. "and hard. And I'm hungry. Dinner's waiting. Come on beautiful, you too," he says, tugging on her arm.
"Wait," she says, pulling Danny toward the edge of the tub. Danny obliges, looking down at her, Mac watches their interplay with fascination. She reaches up and washes their mess off him with her washcloth, soft, gentle strokes and Danny revels in the attention.
"Thanks," he says as he leans down for one last lingering kiss. He gives Mac one last kiss and leaves, off to start dinner again. Danny's serious about his food, especially Italian.
"You too," she says to Mac as he peels himself off of the floor and sheds his pants. She goes through the same ritual with him, and the water is cooler than he expected. Her touch is almost reverent, and incredibly delicate. Not meant to arouse, but to comfort, to take care of her own, like he does.
"Thank you," she says, and he looks down at her, confused.
"It comes naturally to Danny, but I know it's a lot harder for you to do things like that... And just because I wanted, I said." Her eyes are full of a lot of things, and he doesn't want to dissect it all. It'd be too messy. He gave her what she wanted, what she needed, and that's what's important. His purpose.
He says nothing, because he doesn't know what to say. He kneels and takes her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, trying to convey what he wouldn't have the words for. She kisses him back in kind, and he can feel that she got the message. One wet hand comes and tangles in his hair, soaking it through in the shortest parts. When they break apart she moves it to his cheek, and he leans into the touch by instinct.
"Go on," she says, her tone low and satisfied. "I need to finish taking an actual bath, and you should make sure Danny hasn't burnt himself because god knows he probably didn't bother to put on clothes before he went to reheat dinner. I'll be out soon."
She's probably right, he thinks, and gives her one last kiss before he leaves to find out if they're both right.
Fin
12/07
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Title: By Request
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual acts
Summary: Stella wants to watch.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera/Danny Messer, Mac/Stella, Mac/Danny, Stella/Danny
A/N: This is the main product of my decision to do a miniNaNo project. I got very lucky in ending up with a piece that ran away with itself and nearly fulfilled all 5000 words of my goal-- quite possibly one of my longest pieces, if not the longest. (The other few hundred were covered in "Alarm Clock", a birthday piece for scarletts_awry)
A/N #2: Special thanks to stellaluna_ for the edit, and without her support and encouragement from Day One almost 2 years ago, I ultimately wouldn't have gotten to this point.
Mac looks up as soon as he hears the door click shut. Stella looks tired and annoyed, and things probably didn't go well at the courthouse. She'd been called to testify on the Jacobs trial, so they'd been a hand short all day which puts a strain on the rest of the team. It's always more acute when she's gone for whatever reason; he can feel its weight on him constantly even if he doesn't let himself acknowledge or dwell on it.
He meets her halfway as she hangs up her coat, takes off her shoes and settles in. "Hi," he says quietly, not wanting to bother her too much if she's not in the mood for human contact. Days in court are often less than pleasant and he's had his fair share of days where he's just wanted to go home and ignore the rest of humanity for a while, so he's impressed that she didn't cancel for tonight. The laywers' questions get too probing, too intrusive, and while it works in the short term to put on a front of detachment, you pay the price later when you have to piece together the bits of yourself they've tried to tear to shreds.
"Hey," she says, notes of exhaustion and frustration obvious in her voice. She steps toward him, body language very open, and he takes this as an invitation, pulling her close and leaning down for a gentle kiss. She leans into him, and he knows he made the right choice then. He draws her tighter, rubbing light patterns on her back.
She leans her head further into his chest, and he just stands there holding her. It still shocks him to this day how strikingly intimate the simple things can be that never seemed that way before.
He looks her in the eye when she finally turns and looks up at him. "Bad day at the courthouse?"
"Yeah. These guys seem to be tougher than usual. And another day of it tomorrow-- you'll be short again, sorry."
"It's all right, we've been coping fine. And we can always call in someone from swing early if things get too bad. Don't worry. The faster you're done, the better."
She smiles at that, stretching to kiss under his chin. "Missed you too. Speaking of Danny, where is he?"
"He insisted on getting dinner tonight, somewhere in Little Italy. He should be here soon."
"Good. I think I'm going to go soak in the tub for a while. Let me know when he gets here with dinner?"
"Sure." He gives her one last kiss and lets go.
************
The bathroom door hinges creak a bit as they swing open, and she opens her eyes and turns her head expecting to see Mac in the doorway coming in to retrieve her. Instead she finds Danny creeping in as quietly as possible.
"Hey beautiful," he says softly as he kneels by the tub, leaning in toward her.
"Hey yourself," she says back, unable to resist moving toward him. He leans in for a kiss that is equal parts gentle and probing, his typical dexterity shining through yet subdued. She reaches up to touch his cheek, smiling as he crinkles his nose because her hand is wet.
He leans back a bit and one of his hands drifts up to play with a curl that escaped the loose bun she threw her hair into; he seems to have a childlike fascination with her hair, almost constantly touching or playing with it. At first it was almost startling to have him turn his intensity on something as mundane as a curl in her hair, twirling and playing and so much touching. Now she's used to it and the feeling of his fingers dancing lightly through bits of her hair is very comforting to her. To both of them, she suspects.
"Mac says court didn't go too well today." He frowns at her. He can be even more protective than Mac sometimes, another thing that came as a bit of a surprise at first.
"No, it didn't. These guys are sharks, worse than usual. And then another day tomorrow." She can't help but sigh in resignation about this-- it may be part of her job, but she doesn't have to like it.
"I'm sorry. Court sucks. And Mac is even more incorrigible when you're not there to keep an eye on him." He smiles. She must have missed something today.
She manages a small smile in return. "I know you can handle him Danny. It's the rest of them I wouldn't be so sure about. Is dinner ready?"
"Yeah, I brought home some good stuff from a little place I know over by Hester, not the junk they call Italian over here. Got some good red to go with it too. Don't be worrying about that right now, I've got it staying warm in the oven so that you can stay in here as long as you want. You need to relax," he says, slipping his hand into the water and lightly stroking her side. He's much more expressive and tactile than Mac, and often is the one that actually speaks the unsaid things for all of them. Despite everything she's been through, it's never felt threatening, and for that, she's grateful.
"You want me to do anything for you? I know some ways I could make you relax and Mac could help. I know he missed you too." His hand drifts lower, and she's torn between encouraging him to do more to her or caving to the overwhelming urge to just relax and run with her desires.
She tilts her hips toward his hand, and he cups her mound almost possessively while curling his fingers very slowly, teasing light trails through her curls and against her skin.
"Name your pleasure," he whispers, the heat on her cheek from his breath tantalizing. He nudges a finger into her folds, running the tip in slow circles around her clit. She shivers.
"I want to watch," she says, trying to be bold, but can't completely mask all of the trepidation in her voice. She's not too worried about her request-- Danny's just as bold and creative as she can be when they're in bed, sometimes more-- but rather that he might see it as a bit of a rebuff of his own seduction efforts, because it seemed that he had a specific track in mind.
He straightens up and looks at her, a serious look on his face but with darkening eyes. He's interested, that's for sure. "Well, I wasn't quite expecting that, but like I said, you name it. Whatcha want to watch, exactly?"
"You. and Mac. Together."
"Any specific way? You want me to fuck him? Him to fuck me? Me to suck him off until he screams my name? Us to jerk ourselves off, put on a pretty little show until we come moaning your name?" She can already feel the coil of arousal in her gut just listening to Danny, powered by the images that come into her mind. Oh god, this is a good choice, she thinks.
He smiles wickedly. "I could just keep talking because you like listening, but you said you wanted to watch, not listen. Anything appeal?"
"I just want to watch the two of you. Another day I might pick something specific, but right now I just want to watch you from beginning to end, however it strikes you two to go. Just a natural flow."
Danny's eyes are dark and wide now, and she's sure that rapid fire mind of his is going through all the possibilities for him. "All right, I think that can be managed. You ready to get out then?"
"No, I want you to do it here."
He blinks slowly, but with a raised eyebrow. "Just surprising me all over the place tonight, aren't you?" He starts to rock back and forth a bit, and she can just see the gears in his head turning. She cups his cheek as leans in for another kiss and when he moves back from her lips he turns his hand to kiss her palm. She smiles, warmed more by the simple intimacy from that one move than his seduction.
"Ok, you stay put... I'll be back soon."
She laughs. "Not going anywhere...."
****
First thing he does when he leaves the bathroom is make sure the oven is off. No sense in ruining good food that he went through so much trouble to get, and they can always reheat it later.
He finds Mac siting on the couch reading. Danny lays a gentle hand on Mac's shoulder and lets it drift down his chest, moving it slowly back and forth. Mac arches his neck and looks up at Danny, letting the journal fall into his lap.
"Stella wants you."
Mac frowns slightly and shifts to get up. "Did she say why?"
"Nah, but best not keep her waiting if she's had a bad day." He hopes that she'll keep Mac busy just long enough until he can get back in there.
While Mac heads to see what she wants, Danny hurries into the bedroom to grab supplies just in case they need them-- considering the twists and turns the day has taken so far, they can't be too prepared, he figures. His cock twitches at the array of possibilities that filter through his mind. He wants it all-- right here, right now.
He opens the door and is very pleased to find that Stella has found a way to keep Mac busy and distracted. His gut twists watching them kiss, tongues tangling and Mac a few inches from being dragged into the water with her. You smart, smart woman, he thinks.
Danny shuts the door as quietly as possible behind him and moves over toward the tub, stealthily depositing the lube and condoms in the sink. Stowed within easy reach if needed, but nothing out there as a glaring distraction to Mac-- getting him to go along with this is going to be hard enough as it is. He reaches out to touch Mac's back very lightly so as to not startle him, running his hand slowly over and down Mac's stomach. Mac seems to lean into the touch reflexively, reacting to his presence while still focusing on Stella, but it doesn't take long before he's eye to eye with Danny and looking a bit confused.
"There's not enough room for all three of us in there, much less two," Mac says, frowning at him.
He leans in and kisses Mac. "Don't worry about it, I don't think that's what you had in mind, was it Stel?" Danny gives her a mischievous grin, and Mac starts to look curious as well as confused. Mac turns his attention to her, and Danny keeps his hand stroking low and slow on Mac's stomach.
"Had what in mind?" he says, gaze shifting between the both of them. Danny had to keep himself from snickering -- sometimes Mac can be so predictable-- even little things can be can be such a battle.
"I want to watch you and Danny. Right here, right now." she says, direct and to the point. Danny smiles at this; the bluntness might be their only chance to get him to cooperate, even if it means taking a chance of Mac completely freezing up. Her ability to read Mac is such an asset to keeping things working with all of them-- if it were just he and Mac, things would go much less smoothly.
Mac blinks slowly, and Danny can just see his brain trying to make it work and just not being able to handle it. Mac's been showing signs of improvement about being open to new, bolder things and going with the flow in baby steps, but this is a big leap.
We've lost him, Danny thinks. He's stayed too quiet too long, and it was just too much for him to process. Just then Mac lays his hand almost protectively on Stella's chest, and Danny's gut clenches in sympathy. As strong as she is-- god knows she could break either one of them in little more than a blink of an eye-- something draws him to be almost as protective of her as Mac can be, even with much less of a history between them than they have.
"What about you?" Mac says softly, looking straight at Stella. She smiles at him and Danny feels Mac slightly under his hand and smiles too. It's a good step.
"I want to watch. Seeing you two together brings me great pleasure-- I'll be far from deprived. Danny told me I could have whatever I wanted, and that's what I want. Besides, there are options for after," she says with a mischievous grin of her own.
Danny imagines finishing her off, fingers dancing through her flesh as Mac sucks and bites at her breasts as she moans, too far gone to manage either of their names. It makes his cock twitch in anticipation and his gut lurch again. God, he wants them both, and if Mac could just not think everything to death for once in his life, everyone could get what they need.
He starts to caress Mac's stomach in wider sweeps, slipping his hand under the soft t-shirt and letting his fingers dance against the smooth skin. The muscles beneath his fingers twitch in response, and he's encouraged, even if Mac is still silent. The fact that his body is reacting is encouraging, and maybe he'll agree without too much fuss.
"Please," she says softly. This seems to be enough to prompt a decision, and he looks over at Danny.
"What do you want us to do?" Mac speaks slower and softer than usual, clearly trying to soldier on despite his deep discomfort. "There's really not much room here," Mac says, scanning the room as he does when they're at a scene. Danny lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and moves his hand higher, fingers skirting the edge of one of Mac's nipples, and Mac leans into the touch.
"Whatever you like. I don't have much of anything in mind except watching both of you come for me, however you want to. Another day I'd have something specific in mind, but this time, you lead."
Mac seems to think this over again, but not for nearly as long this time. "If that's what you want," he says. He leans down to kiss her once again, and then turns to Danny and reaches for him.
Danny can't help but grin when Mac finally kisses him in earnest-- it feels like he's been waiting a small eternity. Mac shifts a little closer and Danny runs both hands underneath Mac's shirt, touching and stroking everything he can reach. Mac does the same with him, but one hand drifts to its familiar spot low on his back, and the other tangles in his hair.
Danny pulls at Mac's shirt enough and eventually Mac catches on and lets go of Danny just long enough to quickly take his shirt off and toss it toward the far corner. Danny strips his shirt off in the short window of opportunity and does the same, and Mac makes a pleased humming noise when Danny touches him again. Mac was ready for this, even if his mind didn't want to admit it, and god knows Danny's more than ready himself, cock trying to bust out of his jeans and every bit of him screaming for Mac to touch him already.
*****
Mac's torn, unsure what to do. It's not like they haven't done this plenty of times before and he doesn't know how to satisfy either of them, but knowing she's quietly watching gives this whole encounter a different dimensionality, changes everything. The knowledge of that she's watching, expecting them to put on a show for her, echoes in the back of his mind and makes him worry that he's going to do something wrong. It also springs an irrational feeling that if she's watching, that somehow the whole world is watching too.
Although he trusts in her when she says it will bring her pleasure just to watch, a small part of him can't help but to ache constantly touch her, taste her, connect with her. Especially given how he's already gotten a taste tonight, drawing him in and keeping him teetering on the edge of the tub and temptation. The same low draw always brings him toward Danny too, like slow moving orbits being pulled by gravity. Like they're always meant to be together somehow, and the pull of a third party balances them instead of throwing the whole system out of whack.
Danny is the exhibitionist of them all, so Mac's pretty sure Danny will be plenty eager to put on a show for her, probably coming up with countless ideas given his penchant for creativity and constant craving for attention. It seems natural that Danny's attention-seeking streak would prompt him to take the lead, but Danny and Stella both seem to be waiting for him to make the first move.
When he reaches for Danny, a huge grin spreads across Danny's face just before Mac starts to kiss it away. Danny's all hands as usual too, making every move to get to skin as soon as he can. It's all a bit impatient, but very Danny, and Mac likes the feel of Danny's hands on his skin. Danny's tactile expressionism is almost always pleasurable, and often an adventure in something interesting when they let him run with it.
Danny doesn't waste any time, stripping Mac's shirt away and running his hands all over his bare skin. Danny has a particular fixation on tracing the jagged edges of the scar on Mac's chest, and it took a very long time for Mac to be able to even tolerate even the lightest touch. The skin goes from numb to overly sensitive in barely a millimeter's distance, and serves as a constant physical reminder of his failures, even back then. Danny's determination and constant attention to it slowly ground down Mac' s resistance and now he can tolerate Danny playing with it, if he blocks out everything else and just focuses on Danny's movements and the sensations they bring. Mac reaches for Danny, caressing and mapping random patterns with his fingertips along the sharp planes of Danny's back.
Danny starts to suck on his neck, creeping his fingers in below the edges of Mac's waistband and slowly moving them around to the front. Mac looks over to Stella, who is watching them both with great interest, eyes dark and breathing fast. He aches to touch her, to feel the rise and fall of her chest under his hands. His attention snaps back to Danny as he wedges his fingers under Mac's waistband and brushes his fingers against the base of Mac's cock, sending shivers through him. Danny smiles, undoing Mac's pants and getting his hands in further inside.
Danny's hands are cold, but their movement sends spikes of pleasure up Mac's spine. It compels him to turn the tables, and he reaches for Danny, going straight to stripping him. Danny jerks his hips and moans when Mac finally gets his hands around his cock, teasing with slow strokes, pleased as he watches Danny squirm.
"Maccc.." Danny moans when he stops, and something inside Mac snaps. He scoots back to prop himself against the wall and pulls Danny onto his lap, a tangle of limbs ending with them both awkwardly sprawled on the floor but with more room to maneuver. He would have preferred to be on top, but between the limited room and Danny's clear enthusiasm with taking the lead, he can manage for the time being.
He hears the water splash and figures she must be shifting to get a better view. Danny straddles him and uses his position to his advantage, grinding against him and whispering in his ear. It's gonna be good. Maybe I should fuck you right here on the floor, bet she'd like that. Touching herself as she watches you squirm and moan under my hands she'll be wishing it was me making her make that noise."
Mac's embarrassed at the low noise that escapes him, but it makes Danny grin even wider, lust and mischief tinging the sides into something almost ominous. Danny hastily strips off his jeans and shoves at Mac's sweats, not bothering long enough to get them all the way off. He scoots close and molds himself to Mac, grinding against him and positioning them so that their cocks are rubbing together as he moves.
It's good, and it doesn't really hit him until then that the friction, the raw physicality, is what's been missing the whole time. It hits him low in his gut, and it's like a switch has been thrown-- he can't wait anymore, can't let the teasing go on.
Danny has started moving down Mac's body, kissing and licking a path down his chest as he goes, and Mac grabs onto Danny and tries to guide him to go him downward faster without hurting him. Danny resists, as usual, but when Mac doesn't let up with the gentle pressure he stops and looks up at him. After that, it seems he gets the message without too much more resistance and Mac falls against the wall bonelessly when Danny shifts backward and grabs Mac's cock and gives it a broad lick.
He catches himself and keeps his hips from jerking too much, but it becomes harder and harder as Danny licks and sucks up and down his cock, swirling circles around the head. The moist air of the bathroom seems so cold now on his wet flesh, and when he's suddenly engulfed in the hot heat of Danny's mouth, he arches his neck and has to bite back a moan. So, so good.
Maybe Danny's taking pity on him, or maybe he wants to move this along too, because he doesn't seem to draw it out for long like Mac expects him to. Instead he pulls out all the stops, doing all the things that send shivers down Mac's spine and Mac can't sit still anymore by the time Danny stops to catch his breath.
He's surprised when Danny actually comes back up his body, placing a wet hand on Mac's cock in place of his mouth. Mac reaches for Danny and kisses him again, tongues tangling and teeth knocking as if they could consume each other. Mac reaches for Danny's cock and strokes it slowly, and Danny hisses.
"Fuck that's good," he says. Danny's hand tightens on Mac's cock, speeding up the strokes in response. Danny whines, vocal and responsive to his every move, and Mac smiles.
Danny turns his head and Mac can feel Danny's rapid breaths puffing out on his cheek. "Come on, come for me, come for her. We both want to watch you surrender, it's so fucking hot. I bet she's just dripping for the both of us under that water, can you taste it? Oh god, I want to..." Danny keeps whispering but it's all too much now, and as he comes Danny's voice is muffled by the rushing of the blood in his ears, and it's so, so good.
When he opens his eyes again, Danny's sitting there with a smug grin and need tinging his eyes. He looks over at Stella, who is transfixed by the both of them, clearly turned on and touching herself slowly as she watches them. Mac watches the slow movement of her hands under the water, wanting it to be him touching her like that.
"I know," Danny says softly in his ear.
Something surges in him from those two words. He gets it, and it triggers this wave in Mac that he just can't hold back. He jerks Danny down on top of him so quickly it nearly startles them both, kissing him hard and stroking everything within reach. Danny wiggles and grinds against him, his hard cock trapped between them. Mac pins their hips together, grinding against him with the little leverage he has.
Danny's squirming and shaking above him, teetering on the edge and vibrating with need.
"Come, Danny. You know she's watching, waiting. Waiting for you, for us." That's as much as he can manage-- Danny is by far the most verbose one of the three of them-- and thankfully enough, as Danny makes a keening noise low in his throat as he arches his back and comes, spilling hot and sticky all over both of their chests.
His arms buckle and he collapses mostly on top of Mac, panting and trying to catch his breath. Mac's hand drifts up by reflex to rest against the nape of Danny's neck, and he doesn't even realize he's done so until he feels Danny shift into the touch.
He starts to reach out to Stella, but realizes the logistics of the wall of the tub and how they're sitting won't work. He looks up at her apologetically, because it feels wrong not being able to make that connection. She smiles at him and Danny, and it goes a tiny bit toward making him feel better, but not enough. The unsettled feeling in his gut will go away when he can touch them both at the same time, have them both next to him and keep them safe. Sometimes mere presence is enough, but right now, it isn't.
She's watching them, and she looks happy, satisfied, with a myriad of complex emotion that it's taken years to learn to read on her. Affection. Desire. Love. Peace. He finds a small part of him is disappointed because that look of satisfaction means she's probably taken care of her own needs and gotten herself off while watching them. Even though she's perfectly capable of handling herself, he wants to be the one to do that, to bring her pleasure, and take care of all of her needs. The rest of it, however, is a very small step toward quelling the unsettled feeling, but not nearly enough.
He looks down at Danny, who is looking over at her too. Danny has a better angle and reaches his hand over the edge of the tub toward her, and she takes it in hers, stroking her thumb along the top.
"Thank you," she says softly.
They lay there a few more moments before he nudges Danny. "Floor's cold."
Danny snorts, and gets up slowly. "and hard. And I'm hungry. Dinner's waiting. Come on beautiful, you too," he says, tugging on her arm.
"Wait," she says, pulling Danny toward the edge of the tub. Danny obliges, looking down at her, Mac watches their interplay with fascination. She reaches up and washes their mess off him with her washcloth, soft, gentle strokes and Danny revels in the attention.
"Thanks," he says as he leans down for one last lingering kiss. He gives Mac one last kiss and leaves, off to start dinner again. Danny's serious about his food, especially Italian.
"You too," she says to Mac as he peels himself off of the floor and sheds his pants. She goes through the same ritual with him, and the water is cooler than he expected. Her touch is almost reverent, and incredibly delicate. Not meant to arouse, but to comfort, to take care of her own, like he does.
"Thank you," she says, and he looks down at her, confused.
"It comes naturally to Danny, but I know it's a lot harder for you to do things like that... And just because I wanted, I said." Her eyes are full of a lot of things, and he doesn't want to dissect it all. It'd be too messy. He gave her what she wanted, what she needed, and that's what's important. His purpose.
He says nothing, because he doesn't know what to say. He kneels and takes her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, trying to convey what he wouldn't have the words for. She kisses him back in kind, and he can feel that she got the message. One wet hand comes and tangles in his hair, soaking it through in the shortest parts. When they break apart she moves it to his cheek, and he leans into the touch by instinct.
"Go on," she says, her tone low and satisfied. "I need to finish taking an actual bath, and you should make sure Danny hasn't burnt himself because god knows he probably didn't bother to put on clothes before he went to reheat dinner. I'll be out soon."
She's probably right, he thinks, and gives her one last kiss before he leaves to find out if they're both right.
Fin
12/07
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