Fic: "Gridlock" (Mac/Danny, R)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Gridlock
Author: gin200168
Rating: R for sexual content
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
Summary: Gridlock, boredom and impatience.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
A/N: For scarletts_awry's drabble request prompt.... sorta. It's a bit of a mishmash of a couple of them, actually. And it grew from that size. stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual.
Danny's hand creeps up the side of Mac's leg, and Mac shifts in his seat, trying not to squirm. The gridlock isn't going to clear anytime soon, and the last thing they need is to be arrested for indecent exposure. Danny's hand keeps inching closer and closer to his crotch, and he moves away as much as he can without actually taking his foot off the brake.
"Danny! Not here," he growls as he glances over at Danny, who isn't even looking over at him. To anybody outside of the car, it would seem as if there's absolutely nothing going on.
Despite the warning, Danny's hand still continues to move slowly toward its intended target, caressing back and forth as it travels upward.
Danny smiles craftily as he looks over at him. "Mac. Stop. It's dark out, the windows are tinted, this thing is practically two stories off the ground. Just keep driving. Nobody will know," he purrs, running his fingers gently over the growing bulge in Mac's pants.
Mac’s hands clench white-knuckle tight on the steering wheel, unable to make himself shove Danny's hand away. He’s afraid that any sudden movement could bring them too much unwanted attention, but part of him can’t let go of the twisting burn of pleasure in his stomach.
Danny seems to take his inaction as invitation, and strokes a little harder, reaching gently underneath to fondle his balls. “’s good Mac, you just keep driving, or well, not driving. But you know, in case we start moving again. It’ll be fine. You’ll see,” he says soothingly, hand slowly speeding up.
Danny’s patience and persistence is almost as steadfast as the lack of movement in the cars, and finally Mac caves to temptation despite the guilt and slouches in his seat slightly to allow Danny a bit more room. Danny makes a soft noise of approval, hand sliding over Mac’s thigh and squeezing it gently.
“That’s it Mac, that’s good.” Danny keeps muttering soft strings of words as his fingers work their magic through the fabric of Mac’s pants, and he can’t help but shiver when Danny’s cold fingers meet his warm flesh. He wonders how time blurred long enough for him not to notice a fact as important as that Danny somehow got his zipper down.
Danny’s fingers curl around him and his hips jerk reflexively, trying to move into the touch. He doesn’t want to, he shouldn’t want to-this isn’t the time or the place- but he can’t keep himself from getting drawn down into the abyss of temptation.
Danny smiles again, dancing his fingers along what he can reach of Mac’s cock given the confined space of his pants. “That’s right, you do want it and you know it. ‘s ok, I want it too. ‘s all right to want it. You just keep us out of a wreck, and leave the rest to me,” he almost croons, low and slow, continuing to stroke and tease.
Danny digs his thumb into the underside in just the right way, and Mac’s hands go so tight against the steering wheel that he’d swear you could pick up ridge detail from it. Danny chuckles and does it again, obviously amused at the reactions he can draw out of Mac, experimenting and teasing as Mac fights to control himself. Danny’s grip changes again, and then it’s over embarrassingly quickly. Mac’s eyes snap shut and his foot slams even harder on the brake, jerking the truck almost into the cab in front of them.
Mac sits there quietly, head leaning against the back of the seat, breathing hard as the blood rushes in his ears. His eyes snap open to a shrill horn directly behind him, and he lurches the Avalanche forward a few feet. They stop again, and he can feel Danny’s eyes on him. He’s still breathing hard, boxers uncomfortably sticky and damp like a teenager, and he feels exposed for the whole world to see despite being fully clothed.
He looks over at Danny, who’s watching him carefully with a smug smile, looking especially pleased with his handiwork and sporting an obvious bulge of his own. Mac’s eyes go wide as Danny cleans his hand off with relish, humming in pleasure and smiling wider at Mac’s reaction.
“See? Told ya we’d be fine. Now you better just hope that we can get out of this shit soon, or otherwise I ain’t holdin’ out any guarantees for myself,” Danny says with a impish grin.
Fin
4/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories
Title: Gridlock
Author: gin200168
Rating: R for sexual content
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
Summary: Gridlock, boredom and impatience.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
A/N: For scarletts_awry's drabble request prompt.... sorta. It's a bit of a mishmash of a couple of them, actually. And it grew from that size. stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual.
Danny's hand creeps up the side of Mac's leg, and Mac shifts in his seat, trying not to squirm. The gridlock isn't going to clear anytime soon, and the last thing they need is to be arrested for indecent exposure. Danny's hand keeps inching closer and closer to his crotch, and he moves away as much as he can without actually taking his foot off the brake.
"Danny! Not here," he growls as he glances over at Danny, who isn't even looking over at him. To anybody outside of the car, it would seem as if there's absolutely nothing going on.
Despite the warning, Danny's hand still continues to move slowly toward its intended target, caressing back and forth as it travels upward.
Danny smiles craftily as he looks over at him. "Mac. Stop. It's dark out, the windows are tinted, this thing is practically two stories off the ground. Just keep driving. Nobody will know," he purrs, running his fingers gently over the growing bulge in Mac's pants.
Mac’s hands clench white-knuckle tight on the steering wheel, unable to make himself shove Danny's hand away. He’s afraid that any sudden movement could bring them too much unwanted attention, but part of him can’t let go of the twisting burn of pleasure in his stomach.
Danny seems to take his inaction as invitation, and strokes a little harder, reaching gently underneath to fondle his balls. “’s good Mac, you just keep driving, or well, not driving. But you know, in case we start moving again. It’ll be fine. You’ll see,” he says soothingly, hand slowly speeding up.
Danny’s patience and persistence is almost as steadfast as the lack of movement in the cars, and finally Mac caves to temptation despite the guilt and slouches in his seat slightly to allow Danny a bit more room. Danny makes a soft noise of approval, hand sliding over Mac’s thigh and squeezing it gently.
“That’s it Mac, that’s good.” Danny keeps muttering soft strings of words as his fingers work their magic through the fabric of Mac’s pants, and he can’t help but shiver when Danny’s cold fingers meet his warm flesh. He wonders how time blurred long enough for him not to notice a fact as important as that Danny somehow got his zipper down.
Danny’s fingers curl around him and his hips jerk reflexively, trying to move into the touch. He doesn’t want to, he shouldn’t want to-this isn’t the time or the place- but he can’t keep himself from getting drawn down into the abyss of temptation.
Danny smiles again, dancing his fingers along what he can reach of Mac’s cock given the confined space of his pants. “That’s right, you do want it and you know it. ‘s ok, I want it too. ‘s all right to want it. You just keep us out of a wreck, and leave the rest to me,” he almost croons, low and slow, continuing to stroke and tease.
Danny digs his thumb into the underside in just the right way, and Mac’s hands go so tight against the steering wheel that he’d swear you could pick up ridge detail from it. Danny chuckles and does it again, obviously amused at the reactions he can draw out of Mac, experimenting and teasing as Mac fights to control himself. Danny’s grip changes again, and then it’s over embarrassingly quickly. Mac’s eyes snap shut and his foot slams even harder on the brake, jerking the truck almost into the cab in front of them.
Mac sits there quietly, head leaning against the back of the seat, breathing hard as the blood rushes in his ears. His eyes snap open to a shrill horn directly behind him, and he lurches the Avalanche forward a few feet. They stop again, and he can feel Danny’s eyes on him. He’s still breathing hard, boxers uncomfortably sticky and damp like a teenager, and he feels exposed for the whole world to see despite being fully clothed.
He looks over at Danny, who’s watching him carefully with a smug smile, looking especially pleased with his handiwork and sporting an obvious bulge of his own. Mac’s eyes go wide as Danny cleans his hand off with relish, humming in pleasure and smiling wider at Mac’s reaction.
“See? Told ya we’d be fine. Now you better just hope that we can get out of this shit soon, or otherwise I ain’t holdin’ out any guarantees for myself,” Danny says with a impish grin.
Fin
4/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories