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Fic: The Perfect Christmas Present (CSI:NY, Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer, FRT-13)
Title: The Perfect Christmas Present
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Summary: Danny gets a nice present for Christmas…
Authors Note: For Ginny and Dee, sorry, I’m late…again…also for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10_per_genre challenge, prompt 2: simple gift
It was already late when Danny finally gave up and sheepishly crawled under the covers. “I can’t find it,” he admitted and curled up against Mac’s warm body.
Mac’s hand automatically came up to run over his t-shirt clad back, under the soft and well-worn material of the shirt, and over hot and smooth skin. “Did you look everywhere?” he asked without putting down the forensic magazine he was reading.
Danny sighed and shook his head. “Everywhere, even in the laundry basket. It just isn’t here.”
“You’ll find it,” Mac promised absent-mindedly and finished the last paragraph of the article. It was a good one, he decided, but then, he knew the author.
Danny sat up and frowned. “Do you know something I don’t?” he asked suspiciously.
Mac finally put the magazine down and focused his whole attention on his lover. “Danny.”
“You do!” Danny exclaimed. “Where did you put it?”
Mac sighed. “I got you a present…” he said slowly.
“Really?” Danny asked excitedly and bounced slightly. “A real present?”
Mac couldn’t help it. He had to laugh at Danny’s child-like joy and enthusiasm and reach up to pull him into a kiss.
“A real present,” he promised and tugged Danny down on top of him. Danny went willingly, his lips never far away from Mac’s.
Right at the beginning of this insanity they called relationship, Mac had promised himself that he would never compare his lovers. It wasn’t fair for either of them. They simply were too different, on too many levels to count. However, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that despite their differences in height, both Danny and Don seemed to weigh approximately the same – not that he cared, they both weren’t really heavy, besides, he enjoyed having them close. And if close meant on top of him, who was he to push them away? He pushed them enough when at work.
“What kind of present?” Danny murmured into his neck. His hot breath against his skin made Mac shiver.
“A big one. I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s a good thing you have two…” he answered and ran his hands over Danny’s back again.
“Good tradition,” Danny smirked and sat up, astride Mac’s hips. “So it’s big. What is it?”
He tilted his hips, just right, to bring his body in contact with Mac’s cock, causing Mac to gasp in appreciation.
The last few weeks had been madness, and there hadn’t been much time or opportunity for them to spend together. They all had been working insane shifts, double and triple, and Mac knew that Danny had spent more than one night at the lab lately, sleeping, slumped over his desk, while he waited for a trace analysis to finish.
The case had finally been cracked and Mac had coaxed Danny home and into bed. They had both been tired enough to sleep through a whole day; but now they were awake enough to enjoy some quality time together.
Of course, there was still an integral piece missing – Don. But there was nothing to be done about that, sadly, and both of them knew it.
Danny chuckled softly. “Getting shot in the foot – I thought that only happens in cheap movies…” he said – as if he’d read Mac’s thoughts.
“It’s not the foot, it’s above the ankle,” Mac automatically corrected. “And it’s only a graze.”
“Don got shot in the foot,” Danny repeated and shook his head. “How did he do that?”
If Mac was honest, he didn’t know either. He just remembered chasing their suspects, with Don right in front of him, splitting up, and then the shot. He’d doubled his tempo, and when he reached them, their suspect was cuffed and unconscious, and Don was bleeding. And yes, it had been his own gun, and Don was adamant about the fact that he hadn’t shot himself.
“When will he be home?” Danny asked when Mac didn’t answer.
Mac sighed. “I don’t know, Dan,” he confessed. “New Year’s Eve?”
Danny frowned. “What? But if it’s only a graze?”
Mac shrugged awkwardly. “That’s all I know, Danny…” His hands settled on Danny’s hips. “You have to ask him tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“You don’t want to visit him?” Mac asked, really confused now.
Danny’s shoulders slumped. “Of course I want to…sorry, Mac. I think I’m still too tired to think straight,” he murmured and stretched out on top of Mac again. “Just…stay like this for a moment?” he asked.
Mac nodded and wrapped his arms more firmly around Danny. It wasn’t often that Danny sought this closeness, but when he did, Don or Mac, or both, usually took the time to give it to him.
Danny didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke up when Mac shifted him carefully to the side to get up. He blinked, but he wasn’t wearing his glasses, and it was almost dark in their bedroom.
He still could hear Mac’s voice. “Did you escape from the hospital, or what? I thought you said tomorrow.”
It didn’t make much sense, but when another familiar voice answered: “Wanted to surprise you…” he suddenly was wide awake again. “Don!”
He sat up and reached for his glasses.
“Hey, Danny,” Don grinned and shrugged out of his shirt and pants. “Did I wake you?”
Danny smiled. “No, Mac did,” he grinned. “He said you’d be home on New Year’s Eve!”
“We wanted to surprise you,” Don said and crawled on the bed. “But I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”
Danny didn’t give him the chance to say anything else. He wrapped himself around his lover and kissed him deeply. Their tongues tangled and slid against each other in a millennia old dance that only got interrupted when the need for air became too urgent.
“How’s your foot?” Danny whispered against his lips, and Don chuckled. “Want to take a look?” he offered.
Danny rolled them around and sat up. His eyes slowly wandered down Don’s body, over his chest and stomach, his long legs, the bandage around his left calf, down to his feet…
For a moment, they all were silent, then Danny turned around to glare accusingly at Mac. His mouth opened and closed, but no word came out
Mac laughed and crawled over Don’s stretched out body to kiss Danny. “I said that I took your Christmas stockings to put your present in them, and that it’s a big present; something I’m sure you love…and I did.”
Danny laughed and kissed Mac again. “Thanks.”
He reached out to touch the edge of the green and red socks Don was still wearing. “I get my own Don!” He smirked. “Of course I get the one that shoots himself in the foot…”
The rest of his sentence was muffled when both Don and Mac leaned over to kiss him, and Danny smiled happily.
Mac had been right.
He really loved his Christmas present.
It was simply perfect.
Even if he shot himself in the foot…
The End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Summary: Danny gets a nice present for Christmas…
Authors Note: For Ginny and Dee, sorry, I’m late…again…also for the
10_per_genre challenge, prompt 2: simple giftIt was already late when Danny finally gave up and sheepishly crawled under the covers. “I can’t find it,” he admitted and curled up against Mac’s warm body.
Mac’s hand automatically came up to run over his t-shirt clad back, under the soft and well-worn material of the shirt, and over hot and smooth skin. “Did you look everywhere?” he asked without putting down the forensic magazine he was reading.
Danny sighed and shook his head. “Everywhere, even in the laundry basket. It just isn’t here.”
“You’ll find it,” Mac promised absent-mindedly and finished the last paragraph of the article. It was a good one, he decided, but then, he knew the author.
Danny sat up and frowned. “Do you know something I don’t?” he asked suspiciously.
Mac finally put the magazine down and focused his whole attention on his lover. “Danny.”
“You do!” Danny exclaimed. “Where did you put it?”
Mac sighed. “I got you a present…” he said slowly.
“Really?” Danny asked excitedly and bounced slightly. “A real present?”
Mac couldn’t help it. He had to laugh at Danny’s child-like joy and enthusiasm and reach up to pull him into a kiss.
“A real present,” he promised and tugged Danny down on top of him. Danny went willingly, his lips never far away from Mac’s.
Right at the beginning of this insanity they called relationship, Mac had promised himself that he would never compare his lovers. It wasn’t fair for either of them. They simply were too different, on too many levels to count. However, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that despite their differences in height, both Danny and Don seemed to weigh approximately the same – not that he cared, they both weren’t really heavy, besides, he enjoyed having them close. And if close meant on top of him, who was he to push them away? He pushed them enough when at work.
“What kind of present?” Danny murmured into his neck. His hot breath against his skin made Mac shiver.
“A big one. I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s a good thing you have two…” he answered and ran his hands over Danny’s back again.
“Good tradition,” Danny smirked and sat up, astride Mac’s hips. “So it’s big. What is it?”
He tilted his hips, just right, to bring his body in contact with Mac’s cock, causing Mac to gasp in appreciation.
The last few weeks had been madness, and there hadn’t been much time or opportunity for them to spend together. They all had been working insane shifts, double and triple, and Mac knew that Danny had spent more than one night at the lab lately, sleeping, slumped over his desk, while he waited for a trace analysis to finish.
The case had finally been cracked and Mac had coaxed Danny home and into bed. They had both been tired enough to sleep through a whole day; but now they were awake enough to enjoy some quality time together.
Of course, there was still an integral piece missing – Don. But there was nothing to be done about that, sadly, and both of them knew it.
Danny chuckled softly. “Getting shot in the foot – I thought that only happens in cheap movies…” he said – as if he’d read Mac’s thoughts.
“It’s not the foot, it’s above the ankle,” Mac automatically corrected. “And it’s only a graze.”
“Don got shot in the foot,” Danny repeated and shook his head. “How did he do that?”
If Mac was honest, he didn’t know either. He just remembered chasing their suspects, with Don right in front of him, splitting up, and then the shot. He’d doubled his tempo, and when he reached them, their suspect was cuffed and unconscious, and Don was bleeding. And yes, it had been his own gun, and Don was adamant about the fact that he hadn’t shot himself.
“When will he be home?” Danny asked when Mac didn’t answer.
Mac sighed. “I don’t know, Dan,” he confessed. “New Year’s Eve?”
Danny frowned. “What? But if it’s only a graze?”
Mac shrugged awkwardly. “That’s all I know, Danny…” His hands settled on Danny’s hips. “You have to ask him tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“You don’t want to visit him?” Mac asked, really confused now.
Danny’s shoulders slumped. “Of course I want to…sorry, Mac. I think I’m still too tired to think straight,” he murmured and stretched out on top of Mac again. “Just…stay like this for a moment?” he asked.
Mac nodded and wrapped his arms more firmly around Danny. It wasn’t often that Danny sought this closeness, but when he did, Don or Mac, or both, usually took the time to give it to him.
Danny didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke up when Mac shifted him carefully to the side to get up. He blinked, but he wasn’t wearing his glasses, and it was almost dark in their bedroom.
He still could hear Mac’s voice. “Did you escape from the hospital, or what? I thought you said tomorrow.”
It didn’t make much sense, but when another familiar voice answered: “Wanted to surprise you…” he suddenly was wide awake again. “Don!”
He sat up and reached for his glasses.
“Hey, Danny,” Don grinned and shrugged out of his shirt and pants. “Did I wake you?”
Danny smiled. “No, Mac did,” he grinned. “He said you’d be home on New Year’s Eve!”
“We wanted to surprise you,” Don said and crawled on the bed. “But I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”
Danny didn’t give him the chance to say anything else. He wrapped himself around his lover and kissed him deeply. Their tongues tangled and slid against each other in a millennia old dance that only got interrupted when the need for air became too urgent.
“How’s your foot?” Danny whispered against his lips, and Don chuckled. “Want to take a look?” he offered.
Danny rolled them around and sat up. His eyes slowly wandered down Don’s body, over his chest and stomach, his long legs, the bandage around his left calf, down to his feet…
For a moment, they all were silent, then Danny turned around to glare accusingly at Mac. His mouth opened and closed, but no word came out
Mac laughed and crawled over Don’s stretched out body to kiss Danny. “I said that I took your Christmas stockings to put your present in them, and that it’s a big present; something I’m sure you love…and I did.”
Danny laughed and kissed Mac again. “Thanks.”
He reached out to touch the edge of the green and red socks Don was still wearing. “I get my own Don!” He smirked. “Of course I get the one that shoots himself in the foot…”
The rest of his sentence was muffled when both Don and Mac leaned over to kiss him, and Danny smiled happily.
Mac had been right.
He really loved his Christmas present.
It was simply perfect.
Even if he shot himself in the foot…
The End.