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Fic: Waiting (CSI:NY, Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer, FRT-13)
Title: Waiting
Author: Kathie
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer
Fandom: CSI: NY
Rating: FRT-13
Word Count: 1248 words
Disclaimer: Nothing portrayed in this fic is mine.
Warnings: Slash, Threesome
Summary: Danny thinks about things.
Author’s Note: Follow-up to the last scene of “Stuck on You”, so there might be some spoilers…if someone can think of a better title, tell me…I couldn’t think of anything intelligent. Feedback appreciated. Thanks for reading.
***
“Maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought.“
Danny only shook his head when he remembered Lindsay’s words.
He wrapped his coat tighter around his frame and pushed his hands deep in his pockets. It was bitter cold, and he was standing in the dark back alley behind Cozy’s, waiting for Mac.
Mac had seen him – he had smiled in that special way at him, just at him, and Danny had smiled back when Lindsay hadn’t watched him, although he was sure that she could see the happiness radiating from him.
Lindsay. Danny had played along and had bought her a drink, supposedly for her shared knowledge about Mac, and she had accepted – she thought she knew Mac better than he did, but she was wrong, and Danny smiled at her and pretended not to plan to do serious harm to her cute little face if she continued to flirt with his man or follow him around like a puppy…
He sighed and fought the urge to smoke. He had promised Mac. Hell, both he and Don had promised Mac at least to try and stop smoking. They both failed every now and then, but then, they were no saints – they never pretended to be.
Don was the reason he had been late, Don and his mouth, talking dirty to him on the phone, but there was no way Danny would have stopped him, even if he had remembered to look at his watch, which he hadn’t. If he had to choose one of them to spend the evening with, Danny didn’t even need to think. He would take Don, every time.
The thought provoked a little smile. Don would be home by now, already asleep probably, curled around his pillow. The blankets would be tangled around his body, and Mac would try to unwrap him carefully. He wouldn’t be successful, he never was, because he didn’t want to wake Don up, and he never dared to move him too much. Danny, on the other hand, would poke and prod until Don was awake enough to free himself and hand over the blankets. Don never complained.
The door opened, bathing the darkness of the alley in warm, yellow light. Voices and the drummer spilled out, and Danny nodded politely when the man walked by and gave him a brief smile. The band had been over at Mac’s place a few times when he and Don where there, as well, he knew that the man rarely spoke. He didn’t mind.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as he lit a cigarette, took a long drag and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
Again his fingers itched to get his own cigarette, but Danny bit his lip and curled his hands in his pockets. He would be strong enough to resist the temptation – this time. Mac should be so proud of him.
A quick glance confirmed that it was getting late. Danny shifted again from one foot to the other. They had to get up early the next morning, not only because they had to go to work, but also because they had to share the bathroom, and it took some time for three men to get ready in the morning. They had learned that the hard way, with breathless, almost panicky curses, knocked over coffee cups, and Mac brushing his teeth over the kitchen sink.
Don would surely be asleep when they would come home, Danny thought and suppressed a shiver. His body would be sleep-warm and relaxed, and once they woke him up enough to grab the blankets, he would wrap himself around Mac, his head on Mac’s chest, and let the steady heartbeat soothe him back to sleep. Danny would roll his eyes at him before deciding if he wanted to sleep next to Mac or Don – Don would eventually turn around and away from Mac and cuddle up to Danny, but if he chose to sleep on Mac’s side, the possibility to wake up in the middle of the night with cold feet and without the blankets was gigantic. Besides, knowing Mac and his sleeping habits, he would be woken up at four o’clock because Mac couldn’t sleep anymore, and then Mac would leave the bed and go work in his home office, and Don would murmur a soft protest in his sleep and shift and turn until he found someone else to cuddle with. When Don was asleep, he instinctively searched human contact, although he denied it when confronted with it. Mac didn’t seem to mind when Don mutated into an octopus, he even encouraged it. Mac needed the touch of another human as much as Don obviously did – sometimes Danny would wake up to cold hands wandering over his arm, his stomach, his back, whatever part of his body was turned towards Mac. He never moved when it happened; he pretended to be asleep, and he never told Mac that he knew about this habit – it was an intimate thing, a confession of love and need, even more intense and at the same time more terrifying than their lovemaking sometimes. It was something between just the two of them, and as much as Danny loved Don and as much as he was sure that Mac loved Don, this was something just between the two of them, just like he and Don usually shared their morning shower, or a piece of toast on Sunday mornings before they went to play basketball.
Danny felt the wet coldness seep into his bones, and he shivered again. Lindsay didn’t know more about Mac than he and Don did – she didn’t know the way Mac looked when he just woke up, all heavy limbs and slow, honey-sweet smile, or the way Mac was able to focus on him until the rest of the world seemed to simply disappear. She didn’t know the feel of his broad, sure hands on her body, the soft touch of his lips on every single spot on her, the short, but sharp pain of his teeth nipping at soft flesh, with his tongue and lips soothing the small hurt immediately, or the weight of his hungry gaze when he watched Danny and Don fool around. She knew nothing about Mac.
The door opened again, and Mac stepped out, the warm light illuminating him like a halo. He was smiling happily, and Danny felt a flutter of love and happiness in his chest.
Mac shifted the guitar case from one hand to the other to wave at someone inside, and when he turned around, Danny made a small step forwards.
Mac’s smile widened and he touched Danny’s elbow briefly. He didn’t seem surprised to see Danny; if he was, he hid it.
“I was surprised to see you in there,” he mentioned, “I thought you don’t like jazz.”
“I didn’t know you were there, honestly. Mon- Lindsay asked me to meet her here,” Danny answered honestly and shrugged. “Had I known, I had brought Don and something for you to sign.”
Mac laughed, a warm sound that went directly to his heart. “I could sign something for you later,” he offered and brushed his hand over Danny’s backside.
Danny swallowed. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
He grinned happily, not caring that he looked like an idiot, and bumped his shoulder against Mac’s. “That’s good. And if you manage to rescue the blankets from Don when we get home, I’m gonna be your groupie tonight.”
The End.
Author: Kathie
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer
Fandom: CSI: NY
Rating: FRT-13
Word Count: 1248 words
Disclaimer: Nothing portrayed in this fic is mine.
Warnings: Slash, Threesome
Summary: Danny thinks about things.
Author’s Note: Follow-up to the last scene of “Stuck on You”, so there might be some spoilers…if someone can think of a better title, tell me…I couldn’t think of anything intelligent. Feedback appreciated. Thanks for reading.
***
“Maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought.“
Danny only shook his head when he remembered Lindsay’s words.
He wrapped his coat tighter around his frame and pushed his hands deep in his pockets. It was bitter cold, and he was standing in the dark back alley behind Cozy’s, waiting for Mac.
Mac had seen him – he had smiled in that special way at him, just at him, and Danny had smiled back when Lindsay hadn’t watched him, although he was sure that she could see the happiness radiating from him.
Lindsay. Danny had played along and had bought her a drink, supposedly for her shared knowledge about Mac, and she had accepted – she thought she knew Mac better than he did, but she was wrong, and Danny smiled at her and pretended not to plan to do serious harm to her cute little face if she continued to flirt with his man or follow him around like a puppy…
He sighed and fought the urge to smoke. He had promised Mac. Hell, both he and Don had promised Mac at least to try and stop smoking. They both failed every now and then, but then, they were no saints – they never pretended to be.
Don was the reason he had been late, Don and his mouth, talking dirty to him on the phone, but there was no way Danny would have stopped him, even if he had remembered to look at his watch, which he hadn’t. If he had to choose one of them to spend the evening with, Danny didn’t even need to think. He would take Don, every time.
The thought provoked a little smile. Don would be home by now, already asleep probably, curled around his pillow. The blankets would be tangled around his body, and Mac would try to unwrap him carefully. He wouldn’t be successful, he never was, because he didn’t want to wake Don up, and he never dared to move him too much. Danny, on the other hand, would poke and prod until Don was awake enough to free himself and hand over the blankets. Don never complained.
The door opened, bathing the darkness of the alley in warm, yellow light. Voices and the drummer spilled out, and Danny nodded politely when the man walked by and gave him a brief smile. The band had been over at Mac’s place a few times when he and Don where there, as well, he knew that the man rarely spoke. He didn’t mind.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as he lit a cigarette, took a long drag and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
Again his fingers itched to get his own cigarette, but Danny bit his lip and curled his hands in his pockets. He would be strong enough to resist the temptation – this time. Mac should be so proud of him.
A quick glance confirmed that it was getting late. Danny shifted again from one foot to the other. They had to get up early the next morning, not only because they had to go to work, but also because they had to share the bathroom, and it took some time for three men to get ready in the morning. They had learned that the hard way, with breathless, almost panicky curses, knocked over coffee cups, and Mac brushing his teeth over the kitchen sink.
Don would surely be asleep when they would come home, Danny thought and suppressed a shiver. His body would be sleep-warm and relaxed, and once they woke him up enough to grab the blankets, he would wrap himself around Mac, his head on Mac’s chest, and let the steady heartbeat soothe him back to sleep. Danny would roll his eyes at him before deciding if he wanted to sleep next to Mac or Don – Don would eventually turn around and away from Mac and cuddle up to Danny, but if he chose to sleep on Mac’s side, the possibility to wake up in the middle of the night with cold feet and without the blankets was gigantic. Besides, knowing Mac and his sleeping habits, he would be woken up at four o’clock because Mac couldn’t sleep anymore, and then Mac would leave the bed and go work in his home office, and Don would murmur a soft protest in his sleep and shift and turn until he found someone else to cuddle with. When Don was asleep, he instinctively searched human contact, although he denied it when confronted with it. Mac didn’t seem to mind when Don mutated into an octopus, he even encouraged it. Mac needed the touch of another human as much as Don obviously did – sometimes Danny would wake up to cold hands wandering over his arm, his stomach, his back, whatever part of his body was turned towards Mac. He never moved when it happened; he pretended to be asleep, and he never told Mac that he knew about this habit – it was an intimate thing, a confession of love and need, even more intense and at the same time more terrifying than their lovemaking sometimes. It was something between just the two of them, and as much as Danny loved Don and as much as he was sure that Mac loved Don, this was something just between the two of them, just like he and Don usually shared their morning shower, or a piece of toast on Sunday mornings before they went to play basketball.
Danny felt the wet coldness seep into his bones, and he shivered again. Lindsay didn’t know more about Mac than he and Don did – she didn’t know the way Mac looked when he just woke up, all heavy limbs and slow, honey-sweet smile, or the way Mac was able to focus on him until the rest of the world seemed to simply disappear. She didn’t know the feel of his broad, sure hands on her body, the soft touch of his lips on every single spot on her, the short, but sharp pain of his teeth nipping at soft flesh, with his tongue and lips soothing the small hurt immediately, or the weight of his hungry gaze when he watched Danny and Don fool around. She knew nothing about Mac.
The door opened again, and Mac stepped out, the warm light illuminating him like a halo. He was smiling happily, and Danny felt a flutter of love and happiness in his chest.
Mac shifted the guitar case from one hand to the other to wave at someone inside, and when he turned around, Danny made a small step forwards.
Mac’s smile widened and he touched Danny’s elbow briefly. He didn’t seem surprised to see Danny; if he was, he hid it.
“I was surprised to see you in there,” he mentioned, “I thought you don’t like jazz.”
“I didn’t know you were there, honestly. Mon- Lindsay asked me to meet her here,” Danny answered honestly and shrugged. “Had I known, I had brought Don and something for you to sign.”
Mac laughed, a warm sound that went directly to his heart. “I could sign something for you later,” he offered and brushed his hand over Danny’s backside.
Danny swallowed. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
He grinned happily, not caring that he looked like an idiot, and bumped his shoulder against Mac’s. “That’s good. And if you manage to rescue the blankets from Don when we get home, I’m gonna be your groupie tonight.”
The End.