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kathierif_fic) wrote2009-05-27 09:23 pm
Fic: Angles And Relaxation (CSI:NY, Mac Taylor/Don Flack, FRAO)
Title: Angles and Relaxation
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,728 words
Summary: “You want to try that?” Don asked and tilted his head to the side. His eyes, however, stayed glued to the screen of the TV in front of them.
Author’s Notes: for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo, prompt: deepthroating.
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“You want to try that?” Don asked and tilted his head to the side. His eyes, however, stayed glued to the screen of the TV in front of them.
Mac shrugged slightly and shifted in his corner of the couch. Don moved with him, his head by now almost resting against Mac’s shoulder before he straightened again.
“I don’t think it’s impossible,” Mac said after a moment of quietness. “With practice.”
“Hmm,” Don gave a noncommittal reply. “But how much fun is it going to be?”
“For me or for you?” Mac asked back and lifted his arm to rest it at the back of the couch.
“Depends on if you’re the one sucking or the one being sucked,” Don replied and let his head fall back, against Mac’s arm. He slid down the couch until his head could come to rest comfortably against Mac’s shoulder.
After a moment, Mac casually moved the hand that had rested in his lap and touched Don’s hip. Don suspected that he’d aimed at his knee, but the way he was sprawled out, Mac would’ve needed to remove his arm from around Don’s shoulder and bent forward to reach it.
It was all about tactics, he thought quietly. It was nice that Mac and he had admitted that they were attracted to each other, and the fact that they’d tumbled into bed together after an especially gruesome case spoke volumes about how deep that attraction really ran. But after that first night, they had kind of stalled.
This was their fumbling attempt to move forward in their relationship.
If it even was a relationship, in the first place. Don wasn’t too sure yet.
He ducked his head to hide his grin. Directly in his line of vision now was Mac’s cock, half-hard and outlined against the material of his pants.
His grin widened. He took a moment to compose himself before mimicking Mac’s coolness and reaching over, letting just the tips of his fingers brush teasingly against the fly of Mac’s pants.
Mac turned his head slightly to give him an amused glance; the kind of look he usually reserved for these moments at the lab when Lindsay was demonstrating one of her little experiments on him. The thought annoyed Don slightly, and he firmed his grip and curled his hand unsteadily over Mac’s dick. The material of the pants was scratchy against his sweaty palm, scratchy and catching slightly, but the look disappeared from Mac’s face and made room for a slightly feverish looking flush.
“I don’t know,” Don started casually, “is it that flick that turns you on?” He nodded his head toward the TV. “Tits and all that?”
He hadn’t meant for his voice to get so sharp, but somehow, he couldn’t quite control himself. He didn’t want to lose Mac, but if this was what turned the older man on, he didn’t stand a chance. Breasts were one of the things he couldn’t offer.
“No,” Mac said quietly. He moved slightly, forcing Don to look up, into his face.
“It’s the idea of you doing that. That turns me on.”
Mac’s tongue flickered out for a second to moisten his thin bottom lip. “The idea of you kneeling down right here, unzipping me and pulling my dick out with one of your little smirks, and then bending down…taking it into your mouth…deeper, until your nose is brushing against me…”
He stopped mid-sentence, and, with a last glance at the porn movie still playing on the TV, Don decided that it couldn’t hurt to try it.
He smirked at Mac while slipping off the couch, his hand already at the fly of his pants and working the button open, pulling down the zipper, bit by slow bit. He was too busy staring at the bulge in Mac’s tight underwear to look up, at his face, but he imagined Mac’s face to show a look of deep concentration – the older man wasn’t aroused yet for slack-jawed, close-eyed ecstasy – while he licked his bottom lip again.
Don brushed both palms over Mac’s hips and tugged slightly, to bring him into a better position for his purposes. Mac went willingly, but then, Don thought, only an idiot would fight the prospect of a blowjob, and Mac was everything but an idiot. He was one of the smartest people Don knew, and it still occasionally amazed him how little it took for him to reduce Mac to moans, begging and fingers tugging in slight impatience at Don’s hips or his hair. It was never too hard or even the slightest bit painful. Pain wasn’t something Mac was into.
Don appreciated that.
He contemplated the task in front of him for a moment.
Deciding that teasing Mac a bit first was the way to go, he leaned forward and let just the tip of his tongue reach out to touch the tip of Mac’s dick.
He ran it over the tip for a moment longer while curling his hand in a loose fist around the base. Only then did he slip his lips over it as well, applying a bit more pressure to the soft, smooth flesh in his mouth.
Mac whimpered, a breathy moan, and Don’s lips stretched into a satisfied grin around his mouthful. He swiped his tongue over the head once more before shifting slightly and taking more of Mac in.
He worked slowly more of Mac’s cock into his mouth, until the tip hit the back of his throat and he had to pull back a little to prevent gagging. By that point, Mac’s dick was slick with spit and semen, and so were the fingers Don still had wrapped around its base. Mac’s hands were resting against the back of his head and his shoulder, not guiding him, only forming a connection.
Don swallowed and twisted his hand slightly. The flat of his tongue pressed against Mac’s dick at the same time, causing the muscles in Mac’s stomach to jump and his hips to flex slightly. It made Don gag and pull back almost completely.
“Sorry,” Mac gasped and brushed his thumb under the collar of Don’s t-shirt in apology. “Didn’t mean…”
“I don’t think this is going to work?” Don said and straightened once more. His hand moved gently up and down Mac’s dick, keeping him on the edge.
“The trick is probably relaxing and angles,” Mac thought aloud. Don snorted and pressed a kiss to the leaking erection in front of him and shoved his free hand down his own pants.
“You want to try it, yourself?” he offered as his fingers ran along his erection, stroking it in the same rhythm he used to keep Mac aroused.
Mac’s eyes wandered back up, to the TV screen.
“I’m sure they use tricks in those movies,” he said hesitantly, but he didn’t protest when Don stood and shoved down his pants. Instead, he slipped off the couch, to his knees, and wrapped an arm around Don’s knees, to pull him close to himself.
Don’s hand found his shoulder and curled around it, and Mac frowned before opening his mouth and taking Don’s erection in.
And taking it deeper.
And even deeper.
Don gasped at the sensations caused by the ministrations. His grip on Mac tightened for a second when Mac experimentally swallowed around his dick and the muscles of his throat massaged the tip of Don’s dick.
He pulled back with a slight grin and let the tip of his tongue curl against Don while his own hand was firmly wrapped around his own dick, stroking slowly but firmly, just the way he liked it.
“Lie down,” Don gasped and moved. “Let me…”
He stretched out on the soft carpet, next to Mac, his dick level with Mac’s mouth. Mac quickly got the idea and used his hands to pull Don closer again.
The moment he felt Don’s wet and wonderfully hot mouth on his flesh, he continued his own efforts.
It didn’t take both men long to reach the point of no return, as arousal swamped their minds and overwhelmed them.
It was at that point that Mac turned his head slightly and let Don’s cock slip deeper once more. He knew that the younger man was close, and he hoped that it would help pushing him over the edge.
Don moaned around the flesh in his mouth. He pulled back and away, and his blunt nails dug in Mac’s thigh for a moment as his hips flexed and he came with a quiet grunt. Mac swallowed around him, causing Don to moan and try to push even deeper into Mac’s mouth, even if the older man’s nose was already brushing against his skin.
Mac pulled back, catching the last drops on his tongue before lifting his head and grinning at Don, who was flushed and panting slightly, his head pillowed on Mac’s thigh and one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock.
Mac bit his lip slightly and shifted. His hand crept down his own body on its own accord, but he was seeking release, as well. It took Don a moment to catch up with him, but when he did, he took Mac back into his mouth and continued sucking and licking, his agile tongue driving Mac to orgasm within what seemed only seconds.
They stayed curled around each other like that for a few more moments, Don’s head resting on Mac’s thigh and Mac propped up on one elbow, his fingertips tracing random patterns on Don’s thigh.
Finally, Don rolled on his back and sat up. His hair was sticking up wildly, and he was grinning.
“What?” Mac asked and reached out to touch Don’s cheek gently.
“This was not the first time you did that,” Don said, a playful accusation if Mac ever heard one.
He allowed himself a smile.
“No.”
Don tilted his head to the side. “Show me how you did that?” he half-asked, half-suggested.
Mac’s smile widened.
“The trick is relaxing and angles,” he said again. “Give me an hour, and I’ll show you.”
Don grinned. “Great. What should we do until then?”
Mac reached for him the same moment Don leaned closer. Their lips met in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
None of them paid attention anymore to the porn movie that was still running in the background.
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,728 words
Summary: “You want to try that?” Don asked and tilted his head to the side. His eyes, however, stayed glued to the screen of the TV in front of them.
Author’s Notes: for the
kink_bingo, prompt: deepthroating.~*+*~
“You want to try that?” Don asked and tilted his head to the side. His eyes, however, stayed glued to the screen of the TV in front of them.
Mac shrugged slightly and shifted in his corner of the couch. Don moved with him, his head by now almost resting against Mac’s shoulder before he straightened again.
“I don’t think it’s impossible,” Mac said after a moment of quietness. “With practice.”
“Hmm,” Don gave a noncommittal reply. “But how much fun is it going to be?”
“For me or for you?” Mac asked back and lifted his arm to rest it at the back of the couch.
“Depends on if you’re the one sucking or the one being sucked,” Don replied and let his head fall back, against Mac’s arm. He slid down the couch until his head could come to rest comfortably against Mac’s shoulder.
After a moment, Mac casually moved the hand that had rested in his lap and touched Don’s hip. Don suspected that he’d aimed at his knee, but the way he was sprawled out, Mac would’ve needed to remove his arm from around Don’s shoulder and bent forward to reach it.
It was all about tactics, he thought quietly. It was nice that Mac and he had admitted that they were attracted to each other, and the fact that they’d tumbled into bed together after an especially gruesome case spoke volumes about how deep that attraction really ran. But after that first night, they had kind of stalled.
This was their fumbling attempt to move forward in their relationship.
If it even was a relationship, in the first place. Don wasn’t too sure yet.
He ducked his head to hide his grin. Directly in his line of vision now was Mac’s cock, half-hard and outlined against the material of his pants.
His grin widened. He took a moment to compose himself before mimicking Mac’s coolness and reaching over, letting just the tips of his fingers brush teasingly against the fly of Mac’s pants.
Mac turned his head slightly to give him an amused glance; the kind of look he usually reserved for these moments at the lab when Lindsay was demonstrating one of her little experiments on him. The thought annoyed Don slightly, and he firmed his grip and curled his hand unsteadily over Mac’s dick. The material of the pants was scratchy against his sweaty palm, scratchy and catching slightly, but the look disappeared from Mac’s face and made room for a slightly feverish looking flush.
“I don’t know,” Don started casually, “is it that flick that turns you on?” He nodded his head toward the TV. “Tits and all that?”
He hadn’t meant for his voice to get so sharp, but somehow, he couldn’t quite control himself. He didn’t want to lose Mac, but if this was what turned the older man on, he didn’t stand a chance. Breasts were one of the things he couldn’t offer.
“No,” Mac said quietly. He moved slightly, forcing Don to look up, into his face.
“It’s the idea of you doing that. That turns me on.”
Mac’s tongue flickered out for a second to moisten his thin bottom lip. “The idea of you kneeling down right here, unzipping me and pulling my dick out with one of your little smirks, and then bending down…taking it into your mouth…deeper, until your nose is brushing against me…”
He stopped mid-sentence, and, with a last glance at the porn movie still playing on the TV, Don decided that it couldn’t hurt to try it.
He smirked at Mac while slipping off the couch, his hand already at the fly of his pants and working the button open, pulling down the zipper, bit by slow bit. He was too busy staring at the bulge in Mac’s tight underwear to look up, at his face, but he imagined Mac’s face to show a look of deep concentration – the older man wasn’t aroused yet for slack-jawed, close-eyed ecstasy – while he licked his bottom lip again.
Don brushed both palms over Mac’s hips and tugged slightly, to bring him into a better position for his purposes. Mac went willingly, but then, Don thought, only an idiot would fight the prospect of a blowjob, and Mac was everything but an idiot. He was one of the smartest people Don knew, and it still occasionally amazed him how little it took for him to reduce Mac to moans, begging and fingers tugging in slight impatience at Don’s hips or his hair. It was never too hard or even the slightest bit painful. Pain wasn’t something Mac was into.
Don appreciated that.
He contemplated the task in front of him for a moment.
Deciding that teasing Mac a bit first was the way to go, he leaned forward and let just the tip of his tongue reach out to touch the tip of Mac’s dick.
He ran it over the tip for a moment longer while curling his hand in a loose fist around the base. Only then did he slip his lips over it as well, applying a bit more pressure to the soft, smooth flesh in his mouth.
Mac whimpered, a breathy moan, and Don’s lips stretched into a satisfied grin around his mouthful. He swiped his tongue over the head once more before shifting slightly and taking more of Mac in.
He worked slowly more of Mac’s cock into his mouth, until the tip hit the back of his throat and he had to pull back a little to prevent gagging. By that point, Mac’s dick was slick with spit and semen, and so were the fingers Don still had wrapped around its base. Mac’s hands were resting against the back of his head and his shoulder, not guiding him, only forming a connection.
Don swallowed and twisted his hand slightly. The flat of his tongue pressed against Mac’s dick at the same time, causing the muscles in Mac’s stomach to jump and his hips to flex slightly. It made Don gag and pull back almost completely.
“Sorry,” Mac gasped and brushed his thumb under the collar of Don’s t-shirt in apology. “Didn’t mean…”
“I don’t think this is going to work?” Don said and straightened once more. His hand moved gently up and down Mac’s dick, keeping him on the edge.
“The trick is probably relaxing and angles,” Mac thought aloud. Don snorted and pressed a kiss to the leaking erection in front of him and shoved his free hand down his own pants.
“You want to try it, yourself?” he offered as his fingers ran along his erection, stroking it in the same rhythm he used to keep Mac aroused.
Mac’s eyes wandered back up, to the TV screen.
“I’m sure they use tricks in those movies,” he said hesitantly, but he didn’t protest when Don stood and shoved down his pants. Instead, he slipped off the couch, to his knees, and wrapped an arm around Don’s knees, to pull him close to himself.
Don’s hand found his shoulder and curled around it, and Mac frowned before opening his mouth and taking Don’s erection in.
And taking it deeper.
And even deeper.
Don gasped at the sensations caused by the ministrations. His grip on Mac tightened for a second when Mac experimentally swallowed around his dick and the muscles of his throat massaged the tip of Don’s dick.
He pulled back with a slight grin and let the tip of his tongue curl against Don while his own hand was firmly wrapped around his own dick, stroking slowly but firmly, just the way he liked it.
“Lie down,” Don gasped and moved. “Let me…”
He stretched out on the soft carpet, next to Mac, his dick level with Mac’s mouth. Mac quickly got the idea and used his hands to pull Don closer again.
The moment he felt Don’s wet and wonderfully hot mouth on his flesh, he continued his own efforts.
It didn’t take both men long to reach the point of no return, as arousal swamped their minds and overwhelmed them.
It was at that point that Mac turned his head slightly and let Don’s cock slip deeper once more. He knew that the younger man was close, and he hoped that it would help pushing him over the edge.
Don moaned around the flesh in his mouth. He pulled back and away, and his blunt nails dug in Mac’s thigh for a moment as his hips flexed and he came with a quiet grunt. Mac swallowed around him, causing Don to moan and try to push even deeper into Mac’s mouth, even if the older man’s nose was already brushing against his skin.
Mac pulled back, catching the last drops on his tongue before lifting his head and grinning at Don, who was flushed and panting slightly, his head pillowed on Mac’s thigh and one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock.
Mac bit his lip slightly and shifted. His hand crept down his own body on its own accord, but he was seeking release, as well. It took Don a moment to catch up with him, but when he did, he took Mac back into his mouth and continued sucking and licking, his agile tongue driving Mac to orgasm within what seemed only seconds.
They stayed curled around each other like that for a few more moments, Don’s head resting on Mac’s thigh and Mac propped up on one elbow, his fingertips tracing random patterns on Don’s thigh.
Finally, Don rolled on his back and sat up. His hair was sticking up wildly, and he was grinning.
“What?” Mac asked and reached out to touch Don’s cheek gently.
“This was not the first time you did that,” Don said, a playful accusation if Mac ever heard one.
He allowed himself a smile.
“No.”
Don tilted his head to the side. “Show me how you did that?” he half-asked, half-suggested.
Mac’s smile widened.
“The trick is relaxing and angles,” he said again. “Give me an hour, and I’ll show you.”
Don grinned. “Great. What should we do until then?”
Mac reached for him the same moment Don leaned closer. Their lips met in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
None of them paid attention anymore to the porn movie that was still running in the background.
~End.