Fic: "Path of Least Resistance" (Mac/Jack, NC-17)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Path of Least Resistance
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Jack Abernathy
Summary: Time away from the base doesn't turn out as planned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_, and first came into existence in her story "Light from a Dead Star" and decided to take up permanent residence in my head.
A/N: stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual. And credit for poking me into rescuing it from collecting more than the last 4 months of virtual dust than it already has.
Abernathy locks the flimsy motel door and leans on it, watching Mac move silently and stiffly toward the bed. No matter what they do, he can't get Mac to lighten up, and he's afraid at the rate things are going, it's only a matter of time before he has an aneurysm or something in the middle of field exercises. All of them had come to town with the intent to get laid, but in the back of his mind Abernathy has known the whole time that he would be spending most of his energy trying to get Mac taken care of first-- even pushing a few easy girls toward Mac but to no avail. Winter and Kyle abandoned them at the bar for some beautiful women, and although their abrupt departure was annoying, he's now come to realize the silver lining-- he's got Mac to himself, nicely drunk in a dive motel where nobody will find them. Not quite what he had intended when they had left the base this afternoon, but it will do nicely.
Mac sits on the side of the small bed, staring off into space. He's not drunk to the point of clumsiness, but the mental mandate that always tells him to act annoyingly perfect seems to have left the building. Perfect, Abernathy thinks. Just what I want.
He walks over to the ancient little tv and fiddles with one of the knobs. It's some stupid show, but he doesn't really care what it is-- background noise is all he's looking for anyway. Mac notices, and turns toward the noise, vacantly staring at the box.
Abernathy takes off his shirt and boots and opens his pants, and scoots up the bed, propping himself against the wall. He lays one leg over Mac's lap to get his attention, and it works. Mac looks down at the leg in his lap, and then looks over at him. He shoves it out of his lap and it stretches painfully.
"Ow. Dammit Chicago! That was a fucking hint that you're in the way, not an invitation to try to split me at the seams. At least not that way. I know of another way you can that I wouldn't mind," he says with a slight smile. "Either way, get your ass up here or off the bed," he grumbles. Fuck. This isn't starting off well at all.
Mac gets up and stands by the bed, gaze slowly shifting between Abernathy and the tv, like he can't decide. To Abernathy, the choice is obvious: he's just lying there with spread legs and an open invitation, and there are more than a few things that could be done. He's in the mood to fuck-- he almost always is-- but even right now he'd be all right with just simply sitting there with Mac. Of course, if Mac's going to act like a jackass and just stand there, he'll just have to sit here alone, and eventually take care of it himself. Not going to force him if he's going to be a dumbass, simple as that.
Usually Mac buys a clue by now, and it's starting to get annoying. Maybe it's the booze slowing him down, but the last thing he wants is a pissy, morose Mac and no sex for either of them. That's just going to piss him off even more, and when they get back and do absolutely nothing about loosening Mac up.
"Come on Chicago. I'm not that mad. Would you please just take your damn shoes off and come sit already?" He pats the open bed between his legs invitingly, trying not to be overly seductive. He'll take sitting for a while, no problem. Maybe if he's not slobbering all over, Mac will actually listen.
Mac still stares at him blankly, and just as he's about to snap, Mac moves to take off his shoes and takes off his shirt too, climbing onto the bed. Instead of sitting where he wanted him to, he sits next to Abernathy, propped up against the wall in almost a mirror image. Well, one plus and one minus, he thinks. At least this is progress.
They're pressed together tightly on one side to both fit on the top of the bed, and he likes the feel of the heat radiating off of Mac's body and seeping through his skin. He drapes his arm around Mac's shoulders, and he can feel the bed shift as Mac leans toward him slightly. He lets out a large sigh that he didn't even realize he was holding in, and Mac relaxes a bit more into his touch. He smiles now that he's gotten somewhere. Slow he can do. No problem. Slow it is.
They sit quietly and watch an ancient rerun of the Johnny Carson show, and he doesn't mind having not to think. It lets him just focus on Mac, think about what he wants to do, plan his line of seduction. And even just sitting and enjoying the fact that they can spend a moment like this, not worrying about anything interrupting. He finds that he likes it more than he ever thought he would, and it always seems to make him wonder about what's going through Mac's head about the whole thing-- not like they'd ever talk about it. He doesn't want to think about it too much-- it'll just lead to pipe dreams that he doesn't want to depress himself with right now. Carpe diem and all that shit Mac spouts, right? Carpe that happiness right now.
After a while, he sneaks his arm behind the small space between Mac's back and the wall, curling it around Mac's waist the best he can reach. He moves his fingers slowly up and down on Mac's bare skin, and he smiles as Mac moves towards the touch, and loosely places a hand on Abernathy's thigh. Mac slowly leans more and more into his side, and after a while it makes his arm start to lose feeling, so he places his other hand on Mac's waist and tugs at him gently to come over his leg and sit in the V of his spread legs.
Mac follows willingly, and leans back against his chest without any prompting. His acquiescence is much less effort than he thought it was going to take, and Abernathy's definitely pleased with the progress he's made with getting Mac to relax. Maybe he just needed to let his mood even out or something.
He leans in and kisses the side of Mac's neck, and Mac arches his neck to give him access and leans his head against Abernathy's shoulder. He slides his hands up Mac's chest, rubbing his nipples in slow circles. Mac arches into the touch, moaning quietly, then turns to kiss him, lips moving sloppily but enthusiastically, and his hands slip down to clutch at Abernathy's legs.
Abernathy slides his hands back down, opening Mac's pants and sliding in a hand to grasp his half-hard cock. Mac moans louder this time, squirming as Abernathy starts to stroke him. Mac's hips stutter-thrust into his hand, and he smiles at Mac's sudden enthusiasm. This was what they brought Mac out for, just that Abernathy's arms, his body, were not quite the endpoint of the original plan.
Oh well, a hole's a hole, and he's pretty certain that Mac will end up preferring his company over that of a random bimbo. It's not like Kyle and Winter are bright enough to catch on anyway-- they're too busy chasing pussy themselves to figure out their ass from up. Mac moans and presses against Abernathy's hardening cock, drawing his attention away from his internal musings. Why is he even thinking about those dumbasses anyway? He's got an uninhibited horny Mac on his lap. They're not worth the effort wasted on thinking right now.
He pulls Mac as close as possible, laying his arm across Mac's chest and toying with one hardened nipple. He makes choked-off noises of pleasure, and lays his head against Abernathy's shoulder. Abernathy's tongue snakes along the outside of Mac's ear.
"Goood... 'atsa boy Chicago, I got ya. You just settle right in and let me take care of ya. You're just hot and eager, aren't ya? All that leadin's gone and made ya tired. Rest here a while, I won't letcha go."
Mac hisses as Abernathy bites his earlobe and presses a fingernail into his nipple. Abernathy continues stroking him, adding a flair twist that he knows Mac likes-- he doesn't want him to resist for long, and Mac seems willing to cooperate.
"Come on, come for me now," he hisses into Mac's ear. He squeezes hard and Mac whimpers and comes over Abernathy's hand, shivering in the aftershocks and cool night air. "Goooood boy," he breathes into Mac's ear, and Mac turns his head and kisses him thoroughly, panting and breaking for mighty gulps of air every so often.
As Mac quiets down, Abernathy's dick starts to hurt from lack of attention. He loves being in control of Mac like that, so it won't take him long to get off if he can just wedge his hand under Mac to reach himself to take care of it. He'll be good in a few minutes and ready to drag Mac under the thin blanket and coax him into sleeping. Mac seems to notice the movement and turns in his arms, pushing away slightly and bringing one hand up to curl around the back of Abernathy's neck.
"Hey," Abernathy says, smiling. Mac smiles back, thumb rubbing up and down in the stubble of short-shorn hair on the back of his neck. Mac leans in and kisses him, the other hand trailing down and rubbing him through his pants. Mac seems reluctant to move his hand, but uses both to quickly pull Abernathy out of his pants. He hisses when Mac's hand wraps around his hard cock, cold fingers a sharp contrast to his hot flesh.
Mac hand moves in sharp strokes and it's not long before Abernathy follows him. He watches as Mac cleans his fingers off with his tongue, and a sharp jolt twists through his gut. Mac kisses him one last time and settles against him chest to chest, breath floating in slowing puffs against Abernathy's neck. Mac's tongue draws slow circles against the stubbled skin.
Abernathy drapes his arms around Mac's waist, gentle but with a clear possession. Mac seems intent on going to sleep in this position, but he should know better not to-- they would both feel it tomorrow. He reluctantly nudges Mac off him, and Mac frowns at him until he realizes what Abernathy's doing as he strips them both of their pants and encourages him under the thin blanket and sheets. Mac lays there watching him, and once they're both settled he encourages Mac back to his original position. Now that he's more awake for the moment he seems to hesitate, but soon caves and lays back down against him. Abernathy rests a hand gently against the back of his head, assuring and standing guard for the night so for once, Mac's body won't think he has to. Mac sighs, a content smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He feels Mac fall asleep quickly and soundly in his arms, and Abernathy soon follows.
Fin
6/07
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Title: Path of Least Resistance
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Jack Abernathy
Summary: Time away from the base doesn't turn out as planned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_, and first came into existence in her story "Light from a Dead Star" and decided to take up permanent residence in my head.
A/N: stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual. And credit for poking me into rescuing it from collecting more than the last 4 months of virtual dust than it already has.
Abernathy locks the flimsy motel door and leans on it, watching Mac move silently and stiffly toward the bed. No matter what they do, he can't get Mac to lighten up, and he's afraid at the rate things are going, it's only a matter of time before he has an aneurysm or something in the middle of field exercises. All of them had come to town with the intent to get laid, but in the back of his mind Abernathy has known the whole time that he would be spending most of his energy trying to get Mac taken care of first-- even pushing a few easy girls toward Mac but to no avail. Winter and Kyle abandoned them at the bar for some beautiful women, and although their abrupt departure was annoying, he's now come to realize the silver lining-- he's got Mac to himself, nicely drunk in a dive motel where nobody will find them. Not quite what he had intended when they had left the base this afternoon, but it will do nicely.
Mac sits on the side of the small bed, staring off into space. He's not drunk to the point of clumsiness, but the mental mandate that always tells him to act annoyingly perfect seems to have left the building. Perfect, Abernathy thinks. Just what I want.
He walks over to the ancient little tv and fiddles with one of the knobs. It's some stupid show, but he doesn't really care what it is-- background noise is all he's looking for anyway. Mac notices, and turns toward the noise, vacantly staring at the box.
Abernathy takes off his shirt and boots and opens his pants, and scoots up the bed, propping himself against the wall. He lays one leg over Mac's lap to get his attention, and it works. Mac looks down at the leg in his lap, and then looks over at him. He shoves it out of his lap and it stretches painfully.
"Ow. Dammit Chicago! That was a fucking hint that you're in the way, not an invitation to try to split me at the seams. At least not that way. I know of another way you can that I wouldn't mind," he says with a slight smile. "Either way, get your ass up here or off the bed," he grumbles. Fuck. This isn't starting off well at all.
Mac gets up and stands by the bed, gaze slowly shifting between Abernathy and the tv, like he can't decide. To Abernathy, the choice is obvious: he's just lying there with spread legs and an open invitation, and there are more than a few things that could be done. He's in the mood to fuck-- he almost always is-- but even right now he'd be all right with just simply sitting there with Mac. Of course, if Mac's going to act like a jackass and just stand there, he'll just have to sit here alone, and eventually take care of it himself. Not going to force him if he's going to be a dumbass, simple as that.
Usually Mac buys a clue by now, and it's starting to get annoying. Maybe it's the booze slowing him down, but the last thing he wants is a pissy, morose Mac and no sex for either of them. That's just going to piss him off even more, and when they get back and do absolutely nothing about loosening Mac up.
"Come on Chicago. I'm not that mad. Would you please just take your damn shoes off and come sit already?" He pats the open bed between his legs invitingly, trying not to be overly seductive. He'll take sitting for a while, no problem. Maybe if he's not slobbering all over, Mac will actually listen.
Mac still stares at him blankly, and just as he's about to snap, Mac moves to take off his shoes and takes off his shirt too, climbing onto the bed. Instead of sitting where he wanted him to, he sits next to Abernathy, propped up against the wall in almost a mirror image. Well, one plus and one minus, he thinks. At least this is progress.
They're pressed together tightly on one side to both fit on the top of the bed, and he likes the feel of the heat radiating off of Mac's body and seeping through his skin. He drapes his arm around Mac's shoulders, and he can feel the bed shift as Mac leans toward him slightly. He lets out a large sigh that he didn't even realize he was holding in, and Mac relaxes a bit more into his touch. He smiles now that he's gotten somewhere. Slow he can do. No problem. Slow it is.
They sit quietly and watch an ancient rerun of the Johnny Carson show, and he doesn't mind having not to think. It lets him just focus on Mac, think about what he wants to do, plan his line of seduction. And even just sitting and enjoying the fact that they can spend a moment like this, not worrying about anything interrupting. He finds that he likes it more than he ever thought he would, and it always seems to make him wonder about what's going through Mac's head about the whole thing-- not like they'd ever talk about it. He doesn't want to think about it too much-- it'll just lead to pipe dreams that he doesn't want to depress himself with right now. Carpe diem and all that shit Mac spouts, right? Carpe that happiness right now.
After a while, he sneaks his arm behind the small space between Mac's back and the wall, curling it around Mac's waist the best he can reach. He moves his fingers slowly up and down on Mac's bare skin, and he smiles as Mac moves towards the touch, and loosely places a hand on Abernathy's thigh. Mac slowly leans more and more into his side, and after a while it makes his arm start to lose feeling, so he places his other hand on Mac's waist and tugs at him gently to come over his leg and sit in the V of his spread legs.
Mac follows willingly, and leans back against his chest without any prompting. His acquiescence is much less effort than he thought it was going to take, and Abernathy's definitely pleased with the progress he's made with getting Mac to relax. Maybe he just needed to let his mood even out or something.
He leans in and kisses the side of Mac's neck, and Mac arches his neck to give him access and leans his head against Abernathy's shoulder. He slides his hands up Mac's chest, rubbing his nipples in slow circles. Mac arches into the touch, moaning quietly, then turns to kiss him, lips moving sloppily but enthusiastically, and his hands slip down to clutch at Abernathy's legs.
Abernathy slides his hands back down, opening Mac's pants and sliding in a hand to grasp his half-hard cock. Mac moans louder this time, squirming as Abernathy starts to stroke him. Mac's hips stutter-thrust into his hand, and he smiles at Mac's sudden enthusiasm. This was what they brought Mac out for, just that Abernathy's arms, his body, were not quite the endpoint of the original plan.
Oh well, a hole's a hole, and he's pretty certain that Mac will end up preferring his company over that of a random bimbo. It's not like Kyle and Winter are bright enough to catch on anyway-- they're too busy chasing pussy themselves to figure out their ass from up. Mac moans and presses against Abernathy's hardening cock, drawing his attention away from his internal musings. Why is he even thinking about those dumbasses anyway? He's got an uninhibited horny Mac on his lap. They're not worth the effort wasted on thinking right now.
He pulls Mac as close as possible, laying his arm across Mac's chest and toying with one hardened nipple. He makes choked-off noises of pleasure, and lays his head against Abernathy's shoulder. Abernathy's tongue snakes along the outside of Mac's ear.
"Goood... 'atsa boy Chicago, I got ya. You just settle right in and let me take care of ya. You're just hot and eager, aren't ya? All that leadin's gone and made ya tired. Rest here a while, I won't letcha go."
Mac hisses as Abernathy bites his earlobe and presses a fingernail into his nipple. Abernathy continues stroking him, adding a flair twist that he knows Mac likes-- he doesn't want him to resist for long, and Mac seems willing to cooperate.
"Come on, come for me now," he hisses into Mac's ear. He squeezes hard and Mac whimpers and comes over Abernathy's hand, shivering in the aftershocks and cool night air. "Goooood boy," he breathes into Mac's ear, and Mac turns his head and kisses him thoroughly, panting and breaking for mighty gulps of air every so often.
As Mac quiets down, Abernathy's dick starts to hurt from lack of attention. He loves being in control of Mac like that, so it won't take him long to get off if he can just wedge his hand under Mac to reach himself to take care of it. He'll be good in a few minutes and ready to drag Mac under the thin blanket and coax him into sleeping. Mac seems to notice the movement and turns in his arms, pushing away slightly and bringing one hand up to curl around the back of Abernathy's neck.
"Hey," Abernathy says, smiling. Mac smiles back, thumb rubbing up and down in the stubble of short-shorn hair on the back of his neck. Mac leans in and kisses him, the other hand trailing down and rubbing him through his pants. Mac seems reluctant to move his hand, but uses both to quickly pull Abernathy out of his pants. He hisses when Mac's hand wraps around his hard cock, cold fingers a sharp contrast to his hot flesh.
Mac hand moves in sharp strokes and it's not long before Abernathy follows him. He watches as Mac cleans his fingers off with his tongue, and a sharp jolt twists through his gut. Mac kisses him one last time and settles against him chest to chest, breath floating in slowing puffs against Abernathy's neck. Mac's tongue draws slow circles against the stubbled skin.
Abernathy drapes his arms around Mac's waist, gentle but with a clear possession. Mac seems intent on going to sleep in this position, but he should know better not to-- they would both feel it tomorrow. He reluctantly nudges Mac off him, and Mac frowns at him until he realizes what Abernathy's doing as he strips them both of their pants and encourages him under the thin blanket and sheets. Mac lays there watching him, and once they're both settled he encourages Mac back to his original position. Now that he's more awake for the moment he seems to hesitate, but soon caves and lays back down against him. Abernathy rests a hand gently against the back of his head, assuring and standing guard for the night so for once, Mac's body won't think he has to. Mac sighs, a content smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He feels Mac fall asleep quickly and soundly in his arms, and Abernathy soon follows.
Fin
6/07
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