CSI:NY fic: Want
Title: Want
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/Characters: Adam (Mac/Adam imagined)
Rating: R
Word Count: 365
Spoilers: n/a
Summary: Adam's having a hard time concentrating on his work.
Want
He really just wanted to grab him and kiss him senseless when he stood like that-hands on his hips with those little frown wrinkles from concentrating in his forehead-pin him against the wall and kiss his way down his mouth and across his throat until he got a reaction. Preferably a moan. Adam was pretty sure no one in the lab had ever heard Mac Taylor moan before.
He wanted to hold Mac’s face in his hands and rub his thumb across the faint five o’clock shadow that sometimes formed on that spot between his cheek and his mouth-right across the mandibular ramus, just proximal to the mental tubercle. Adam was pretty sure no one in the lab had ever told Mac he had a nice mandibular ramus, either.
He wanted to rip Mac’s shirt off-he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath, because this was Adam’s fantasy, right?-and bite his way down that nice chest of his, suck on a nipple until he heard Mac’s breath hitch. And it would; Adam would make sure of that. Adam didn’t go down on very many men, but he would for Mac because there was that something in his face, in his posture, something that made Adam want to tease him, torture him, bring him to the edge of release until he was writhing and pleading under Adam’s touch. He wanted to feel Mac’s body orgasm under his hands, arching, turning, something, because Mac was human and Adam wanted to force him to show it.
He wanted Mac to nail him up against the wall, the dresser, anything, feel Mac moving inside of him, hear him groan in Adam’s ear. That seemed a little more realistic, because Mac seemed like the dominant type. Mac could dominate him, if he wanted. Adam didn’t mind. Mac pinning him against the nearest hard surface, pounding into him until Adam was whimpering-he could live with that. Mac’s stubble beneath his fingers, Mac’s hands gripping him tightly…it was rough, it was masculine, and Adam had a hard-on. He should probably find a way to get rid of that.
He wondered if Mac would mind if Adam kissed him.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/Characters: Adam (Mac/Adam imagined)
Rating: R
Word Count: 365
Spoilers: n/a
Summary: Adam's having a hard time concentrating on his work.
Want
He really just wanted to grab him and kiss him senseless when he stood like that-hands on his hips with those little frown wrinkles from concentrating in his forehead-pin him against the wall and kiss his way down his mouth and across his throat until he got a reaction. Preferably a moan. Adam was pretty sure no one in the lab had ever heard Mac Taylor moan before.
He wanted to hold Mac’s face in his hands and rub his thumb across the faint five o’clock shadow that sometimes formed on that spot between his cheek and his mouth-right across the mandibular ramus, just proximal to the mental tubercle. Adam was pretty sure no one in the lab had ever told Mac he had a nice mandibular ramus, either.
He wanted to rip Mac’s shirt off-he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath, because this was Adam’s fantasy, right?-and bite his way down that nice chest of his, suck on a nipple until he heard Mac’s breath hitch. And it would; Adam would make sure of that. Adam didn’t go down on very many men, but he would for Mac because there was that something in his face, in his posture, something that made Adam want to tease him, torture him, bring him to the edge of release until he was writhing and pleading under Adam’s touch. He wanted to feel Mac’s body orgasm under his hands, arching, turning, something, because Mac was human and Adam wanted to force him to show it.
He wanted Mac to nail him up against the wall, the dresser, anything, feel Mac moving inside of him, hear him groan in Adam’s ear. That seemed a little more realistic, because Mac seemed like the dominant type. Mac could dominate him, if he wanted. Adam didn’t mind. Mac pinning him against the nearest hard surface, pounding into him until Adam was whimpering-he could live with that. Mac’s stubble beneath his fingers, Mac’s hands gripping him tightly…it was rough, it was masculine, and Adam had a hard-on. He should probably find a way to get rid of that.
He wondered if Mac would mind if Adam kissed him.