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Title: A Posse Ad Esse
Fandom/Pairing: Without A Trace - Danny/Martin
Rating: R
Summary: From possibility to reality.
Beta: The utterly wonderful lillyjk
Warnings: Smut, rude words & abuse of dead languages. (ok just one!)
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Never will.
Notes: Ridiculously late birthday ficlet for aesc who wanted Danny/Martin and the phrase "I’m sorry, but it’s a duck, Martin." Hmmmm - hope you like it! Massive thanks to lillyjk for the suggestions, encouragement and general hand-holding.
A Posse Ad Esse
He didn’t think it would be like this. He wasn’t entirely sure how he thought it would be, the idea of it too lost in a haze of daydreams and wetdreams. All those years of thinking, considering the possibilities, fantasising, none of them compared to this.
He had imagined it being hard and fast, one of them finally cracking and giving in to the impulse - grabbing the other and pushing him down on the nearest available surface - letting it all go, all that tension, all that heat and electricity that had been sparking between them finally being set free. Combustion on a primal scale, lust overcoming common sense at last. Or maybe a buddy fuck, a shoulder to lean on after a rough case turning into something more, something that would mean nothing to Danny after the event, but, that would mean the world to him.
But Martin had never imagined it like this. This sweet torture of Danny’s hands slowly stripping him of his clothes. Danny’s mouth travelling from his lips to his neck and from there licking and biting its way across his chest and then down, down to enclose him in a wet heat that surpassed even his wildest fantasies. One hand grounding his hips to the bed, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, moving in time to the lips and the tongue and the hint of teeth that were driving him out of his mind. And now the hand was leaving his hip and moving between his legs and he was spreading them wide to ease its way. The feel of cool, slick pressure for a moment and then first one finger, then a second slipping inside him. Keeping rhythm with the mouth that bobbed and swallowed around him. And it was too much and he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he was seeing those sparks that flew between he and Danny dancing behind his eyelids as Danny drank down all that he could give.
How they had come to be here, locked in this hotel room - part neutral ground, part desire overcoming the thought of the journey back to his apartment or Danny’s - was the fault of just one word. A chance mistake, fate taking over where honesty was too scared to, or maybe fate had just got bored with the flirting and the undercurrents between them and had decided to force the issue. Martin didn’t know or care which it was, all he cared about was being here now, his body intertwined with Danny’s, not how or why it had finally happened.
*****
Sitting at his desk, pretending to type up a report to waste the last few minutes of a slow day. His attention not on the words he was writing but on Danny, who was searching through the filing cabinets, back turned to Martin so that he had a perfect view of the curve of Danny’s ass and the sway of his hips as he moved from one cabinet to the next. Martin finding himself lost in thought as to how it would be to be eye level with those hips as he knelt before them. Imagining what Danny’s hips would feel like under his hands as he pulled him in closer.
"I’m sorry, but it’s a duck, Martin."
Sam’s voice breaking through his imaginings, making him start and mumble a reply.
"Sorry, what?"
Sam waving the newspaper at him, its pages folded to give access to the crossword, Sam having given up on any pretence of working long ago.
"I asked for a four letter word for "Anas platyrhynchos", you said "hips" but it’s a duck."
"A Mallard duck." Viv’s voice joining Sam’s, a wry smile on her face as she spoke.
A blush staining his cheeks as he fumbled for a reason for his slip.
"Oh, of course. Sorry, I just heard a Latin term and thought of body parts."
Viv raising an eyebrow as she glanced at him with amusement in her eyes. "Really Martin? Any reason that you were thinking about hips in particular?"
A laugh and now Danny was watching him too, seeing the blush deepen as he tried desperately to think of something to say.
"Come on Fitzie, share. Tell us who you were thinking about."
You, I was thinking about you. This time managing to keep the words inside but unable to stop himself from letting his eyes travel the length of Danny’s body from his feet to his face. Panicking when Danny’s eyes met his and he was powerless to hide the truth of his feelings for the few seconds it took for Danny to register what was on his mind, his eyes widening as he did. Looking away quickly, but not before seeing Danny’s brow crease in confusion.
Wanting the floor to break open and swallow him down until he looked up and saw Danny was still looking at him. Staring at him like he was seeing him for the first time. Hunger in that look, everything that Martin had been thinking and feeling for all these years reflected back at him at last. Danny’s face twisting into a knowing smile as he walked towards his desk, brushing past Martin, hand trailing across the back of Martin’s neck starting shivers that crawled up and down his spine.
*****
And now here they were, an hour later, Danny’s mouth once again on his, the taste of himself on Danny’s tongue and the hips that he had been thinking about were settled in-between his legs, grinding down at him as Danny moved in and out of his body. And Martin was hard again and so close to coming for a second time that he was having to think of bad things just to hold back because he wanted to be able to savor this moment. Because, right now, he didn’t know if it would ever happen again and, he wanted to be able remember it in all its glory so that, maybe, his daydreams would be correct next time.
Fandom/Pairing: Without A Trace - Danny/Martin
Rating: R
Summary: From possibility to reality.
Beta: The utterly wonderful lillyjk
Warnings: Smut, rude words & abuse of dead languages. (ok just one!)
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Never will.
Notes: Ridiculously late birthday ficlet for aesc who wanted Danny/Martin and the phrase "I’m sorry, but it’s a duck, Martin." Hmmmm - hope you like it! Massive thanks to lillyjk for the suggestions, encouragement and general hand-holding.
A Posse Ad Esse
He didn’t think it would be like this. He wasn’t entirely sure how he thought it would be, the idea of it too lost in a haze of daydreams and wetdreams. All those years of thinking, considering the possibilities, fantasising, none of them compared to this.
He had imagined it being hard and fast, one of them finally cracking and giving in to the impulse - grabbing the other and pushing him down on the nearest available surface - letting it all go, all that tension, all that heat and electricity that had been sparking between them finally being set free. Combustion on a primal scale, lust overcoming common sense at last. Or maybe a buddy fuck, a shoulder to lean on after a rough case turning into something more, something that would mean nothing to Danny after the event, but, that would mean the world to him.
But Martin had never imagined it like this. This sweet torture of Danny’s hands slowly stripping him of his clothes. Danny’s mouth travelling from his lips to his neck and from there licking and biting its way across his chest and then down, down to enclose him in a wet heat that surpassed even his wildest fantasies. One hand grounding his hips to the bed, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, moving in time to the lips and the tongue and the hint of teeth that were driving him out of his mind. And now the hand was leaving his hip and moving between his legs and he was spreading them wide to ease its way. The feel of cool, slick pressure for a moment and then first one finger, then a second slipping inside him. Keeping rhythm with the mouth that bobbed and swallowed around him. And it was too much and he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he was seeing those sparks that flew between he and Danny dancing behind his eyelids as Danny drank down all that he could give.
How they had come to be here, locked in this hotel room - part neutral ground, part desire overcoming the thought of the journey back to his apartment or Danny’s - was the fault of just one word. A chance mistake, fate taking over where honesty was too scared to, or maybe fate had just got bored with the flirting and the undercurrents between them and had decided to force the issue. Martin didn’t know or care which it was, all he cared about was being here now, his body intertwined with Danny’s, not how or why it had finally happened.
*****
Sitting at his desk, pretending to type up a report to waste the last few minutes of a slow day. His attention not on the words he was writing but on Danny, who was searching through the filing cabinets, back turned to Martin so that he had a perfect view of the curve of Danny’s ass and the sway of his hips as he moved from one cabinet to the next. Martin finding himself lost in thought as to how it would be to be eye level with those hips as he knelt before them. Imagining what Danny’s hips would feel like under his hands as he pulled him in closer.
"I’m sorry, but it’s a duck, Martin."
Sam’s voice breaking through his imaginings, making him start and mumble a reply.
"Sorry, what?"
Sam waving the newspaper at him, its pages folded to give access to the crossword, Sam having given up on any pretence of working long ago.
"I asked for a four letter word for "Anas platyrhynchos", you said "hips" but it’s a duck."
"A Mallard duck." Viv’s voice joining Sam’s, a wry smile on her face as she spoke.
A blush staining his cheeks as he fumbled for a reason for his slip.
"Oh, of course. Sorry, I just heard a Latin term and thought of body parts."
Viv raising an eyebrow as she glanced at him with amusement in her eyes. "Really Martin? Any reason that you were thinking about hips in particular?"
A laugh and now Danny was watching him too, seeing the blush deepen as he tried desperately to think of something to say.
"Come on Fitzie, share. Tell us who you were thinking about."
You, I was thinking about you. This time managing to keep the words inside but unable to stop himself from letting his eyes travel the length of Danny’s body from his feet to his face. Panicking when Danny’s eyes met his and he was powerless to hide the truth of his feelings for the few seconds it took for Danny to register what was on his mind, his eyes widening as he did. Looking away quickly, but not before seeing Danny’s brow crease in confusion.
Wanting the floor to break open and swallow him down until he looked up and saw Danny was still looking at him. Staring at him like he was seeing him for the first time. Hunger in that look, everything that Martin had been thinking and feeling for all these years reflected back at him at last. Danny’s face twisting into a knowing smile as he walked towards his desk, brushing past Martin, hand trailing across the back of Martin’s neck starting shivers that crawled up and down his spine.
*****
And now here they were, an hour later, Danny’s mouth once again on his, the taste of himself on Danny’s tongue and the hips that he had been thinking about were settled in-between his legs, grinding down at him as Danny moved in and out of his body. And Martin was hard again and so close to coming for a second time that he was having to think of bad things just to hold back because he wanted to be able to savor this moment. Because, right now, he didn’t know if it would ever happen again and, he wanted to be able remember it in all its glory so that, maybe, his daydreams would be correct next time.