Fic: "Summertime" (Mac/Danny) PG-13
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Summertime
Author: gin200168
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive behavior
Summary: Summer can bring oppressive heat.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
A/N:Betaed by stellaluna_ like always. Encouragement, poking and love also came from her. (like always). Short piece.
Feedback always welcome.
Danny flops down on the couch next to Mac. Mac’s head is resting against the back of the couch, and he turns it slightly to look over at Danny.
“It’s hot. Why does it have to be so fucking hot?” Danny moans toward the ceiling.
"It's the middle of August, Danny. It's not exactly going to be snowing outside this time of year," Mac says matter-of-factly. Danny's still staring at the ceiling, and the corner of Mac's mouth turns up in a slight smile as he watches him.
"Yeah, yeah, but it don't need to be so damn hot that if you try to go outside, you melt into a puddle on the sidewalk," he grumbles, rolling his head slightly back and forth. "It's just... vulgar, being that hot."
Mac lets out a small laugh. "Vulgar? I don't think I'd go that far in describing the current weather. Maybe oppressive, but not vulgar."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're always Mr. Unflappable while the rest of us human beings are dying of heatstroke over here," he grumbles, turning his head to look over at Mac.
Mac smiles and says nothing, watching a variety of expressions cascade over Danny's face, annoyance most prevalent.
"It'd be damn nice if you taught me some of that zen whatever shit you use, just sittin' there pretending that you're cool as a cucumber. Maybe I could use that mind over matter stuff. Come on Mac, what's your secret?"
"That's known to be an effective technique. And you'll just have to learn to deal with it on your own."
"That's just real helpful. Thanks. See if I ever help you then..." he grumbles, hand absently moving up under his ever-present undershirt. Mac can't help but watch, and Danny smiles, obviously noticing Mac is paying attention. He reaches up and starts idly playing with a nipple, and the other hand creeps toward the edge of Mac's t-shirt.
"I thought it was too hot to do anything?" Mac says, amusement clear in his voice.
"It's ain't too hot for this," Danny says as a grin lights up his face. He rolls toward Mac and eagerly reaches for him with both hands, clearly forgetting his earlier objections to the heat-- he doesn't seem to care that it's only going to get hotter.
Fin
11/06
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Title: Summertime
Author: gin200168
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive behavior
Summary: Summer can bring oppressive heat.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
A/N:Betaed by stellaluna_ like always. Encouragement, poking and love also came from her. (like always). Short piece.
Feedback always welcome.
Danny flops down on the couch next to Mac. Mac’s head is resting against the back of the couch, and he turns it slightly to look over at Danny.
“It’s hot. Why does it have to be so fucking hot?” Danny moans toward the ceiling.
"It's the middle of August, Danny. It's not exactly going to be snowing outside this time of year," Mac says matter-of-factly. Danny's still staring at the ceiling, and the corner of Mac's mouth turns up in a slight smile as he watches him.
"Yeah, yeah, but it don't need to be so damn hot that if you try to go outside, you melt into a puddle on the sidewalk," he grumbles, rolling his head slightly back and forth. "It's just... vulgar, being that hot."
Mac lets out a small laugh. "Vulgar? I don't think I'd go that far in describing the current weather. Maybe oppressive, but not vulgar."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're always Mr. Unflappable while the rest of us human beings are dying of heatstroke over here," he grumbles, turning his head to look over at Mac.
Mac smiles and says nothing, watching a variety of expressions cascade over Danny's face, annoyance most prevalent.
"It'd be damn nice if you taught me some of that zen whatever shit you use, just sittin' there pretending that you're cool as a cucumber. Maybe I could use that mind over matter stuff. Come on Mac, what's your secret?"
"That's known to be an effective technique. And you'll just have to learn to deal with it on your own."
"That's just real helpful. Thanks. See if I ever help you then..." he grumbles, hand absently moving up under his ever-present undershirt. Mac can't help but watch, and Danny smiles, obviously noticing Mac is paying attention. He reaches up and starts idly playing with a nipple, and the other hand creeps toward the edge of Mac's t-shirt.
"I thought it was too hot to do anything?" Mac says, amusement clear in his voice.
"It's ain't too hot for this," Danny says as a grin lights up his face. He rolls toward Mac and eagerly reaches for him with both hands, clearly forgetting his earlier objections to the heat-- he doesn't seem to care that it's only going to get hotter.
Fin
11/06
Link to all of my stories