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kathierif_ficTitle: Boom
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,182
Summary: It had been, at least so far, pretty boring, if sex could ever be described with that word.
Author’s Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: Tickling.
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It had been, at least so far, pretty boring, Danny thought while letting his body adjust to the by now almost familiar intrusion; boring, if sex could ever be described with that word.
It wasn’t bad sex, because it simply wasn’t that. It also wasn’t that he didn’t love the man currently stretched out underneath him, because he did, with a passion and strength that sometimes surprised even him. He’d never thought he could fall that hard for another person, especially a man.
It was just…always the same.
Slowly, he let his fingertips glide down Mac’s chest. He’d tied the older man’s wrists to the headboard with two ties he’d found in his closet, but again, it was something they’d done so many times before, it had lost some of its original appeal.
Still, it did nice things to accentuate Mac’s muscular pectorals, he thought.
He leaned forward slightly, enjoying the stretch and burn of Mac’s turgid flesh inside him, and ran his fingertips along Mac’s outstretched arms, feeling the muscles bulge and jump under his touch.
Mac gave him the hint of a smile and a look from half-lidded eyes that was filled with something that made Danny’s heart clench in his chest and made him gasp for breath.
Whatever Mac felt for him, it made him touch Danny gently, as if he would break at the slightest application of force, like the delicate china his grandmother had owned, or the expensive equipment at the lab. Danny knew, of course, about Claire and why exactly Mac was so afraid of losing or hurting him too, but it didn’t change the fact that it limited their sexual encounters somewhat. He was neither the lab equipment nor the china, and he wanted Mac to let go and fuck him like he meant it.
He sighed and gave Mac a small smile back. Things couldn’t go on like this, he knew, but he didn’t want to lose Mac over such a triviality either. He needed to find a way to convince Mac that he could be fucked hard, and, more importantly, that he loved being fucked hard.
Until then, it was this.
“Danny?” Mac asked softly and lifted his head to stare at him with a puzzled frown. “You okay? You want me to pull out?”
Danny’s fingers tightened against Mac’s chest, digging slightly into the hard muscles there.
“Hold on,” he protested and shifted again on his knees, enjoying the feeling of being filled and stretched wide immensely. If there was one thing he didn’t want, it was Mac pulling out and stopping their encounter before it even started.
“Are you sure?” Mac asked, tugging on his bonds, but the knots held. Danny allowed himself a proud grin. Louie had taught him how to tie knots; it was satisfying to see that he hadn’t lost his touch.
“Yeahyeahyeah,” Danny muttered and grinned. “Perfect. We’re good, you and me.”
Again, he shifted, lifting himself up slightly and letting Mac slide back into him.
It was nice, but he wanted more.
And somehow, he had to bring Mac to get on board with the plan.
He grinned and stretched his body again. Making sure he had a tight grip on Mac with his knees, he let his hands wander over his chest in a feather-light caress.
A caress that, he knew, was too light to be enjoyable for Mac.
Mac squirmed under his hands slightly, and Danny re-doubled his efforts, hitting all the spots he knew Mac was ticklish at until Mac was biting his lip sharply.
“Come on,” Danny grinned and squeezed his internal muscles around him while letting his hands wander lower, over Mac’s stomach.
Mac squawked and tried to buck Danny off of him, thereby driving his still rock hard dick deeper into Danny’s body.
Danny’s head fell back with a moan, and for a second, he forgot what he had been doing and concentrated on the sensations running through his body, making his toes curl and his mouth fall open in ecstasy while his eyes closed on their own accord.
Mac immediately stilled. “Danny?” he asked, his voice rough. “Damnit, Danny!”
“No, don’t stop,” Danny panted, slowly regaining enough brainpower to stop himself from drooling. “Please, Mac.”
He didn’t care that he was whining. He got a taste of Mac’s force, and he wanted more of it.
Without hesitating, he allowed his hands to ghost over Mac’s sides again, continuing the tickling and teasing. The breathy moans Mac couldn’t quite suppress spurned him on even more, and his own erection was almost painfully hard.
“Danny,” Mac finally gasped, his back arching off the mattress despite Danny’s weight holding him down. Danny grunted at the feeling of Mac so deep in him, twitching and shuddering as a sudden orgasm overwhelmed him. Danny’s hand flew to his own erection and wrapped around his flesh, stroking while letting his thighs do the work of lifting him up, pulling Mac’s dick out of him, and dropping back down and pushing Mac deep inside himself.
He didn’t care for the sharp burning in his muscles. All he cared for was the promised relief, so close to him. He groaned again and stabbed the index finger of his left hand into the soft skin of Mac’s stomach, causing him to shout out loudly and trying to curl up once more, despite the ties around his wrists, while Danny’s right hand furiously worked along the length of his own cock. Mac’s still erect dick pressed hard into Danny’s prostate, and Danny came with a loud shout, riding out wave after wave of orgasmic bliss until all that was left was exhaustion and aching muscles, and he collapsed on top of his lover.
“Danny?” Mac muttered, his lips brushing against Danny’s temple softly. “Hey, Dan?”
He tugged impatiently at the bonds that had prevented him from escaping Danny’s tickle attacks, and Danny struggled to sit up once again, letting their bodies separate, while his stumbling fingers worked on the knots. It took him longer to undo them than he’d needed to create them in the first place, but Mac didn’t say a single word, so Danny figured it was okay. As soon as Mac was free, his arms curled around Danny’s waist and he pulled Danny close to him.
“I get the feeling you want to tell me something,” he said and shifted, to bring them both in a more comfortable position. “Next time, try talking instead of torturing.” He raised both eyebrows. “Even if I have to admit that this was…” He thought for a moment, hunting for the right expression to describe what he was feeling. “…pretty intense,” he finally chose.
Danny allowed himself a satisfied grin and let his hand run over Mac’s side again, poking him gently, to cause one more shudder to run through his body. This had turned out better than he’d hoped for and expected.
There was only one word that could describe his satisfaction and happiness.
“Boom,” he murmured against the side of Mac’s chest.
Somehow, it fit the situation perfectly.
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,182
Summary: It had been, at least so far, pretty boring, if sex could ever be described with that word.
Author’s Notes: Written for the
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: Tickling.~*+*~
It had been, at least so far, pretty boring, Danny thought while letting his body adjust to the by now almost familiar intrusion; boring, if sex could ever be described with that word.
It wasn’t bad sex, because it simply wasn’t that. It also wasn’t that he didn’t love the man currently stretched out underneath him, because he did, with a passion and strength that sometimes surprised even him. He’d never thought he could fall that hard for another person, especially a man.
It was just…always the same.
Slowly, he let his fingertips glide down Mac’s chest. He’d tied the older man’s wrists to the headboard with two ties he’d found in his closet, but again, it was something they’d done so many times before, it had lost some of its original appeal.
Still, it did nice things to accentuate Mac’s muscular pectorals, he thought.
He leaned forward slightly, enjoying the stretch and burn of Mac’s turgid flesh inside him, and ran his fingertips along Mac’s outstretched arms, feeling the muscles bulge and jump under his touch.
Mac gave him the hint of a smile and a look from half-lidded eyes that was filled with something that made Danny’s heart clench in his chest and made him gasp for breath.
Whatever Mac felt for him, it made him touch Danny gently, as if he would break at the slightest application of force, like the delicate china his grandmother had owned, or the expensive equipment at the lab. Danny knew, of course, about Claire and why exactly Mac was so afraid of losing or hurting him too, but it didn’t change the fact that it limited their sexual encounters somewhat. He was neither the lab equipment nor the china, and he wanted Mac to let go and fuck him like he meant it.
He sighed and gave Mac a small smile back. Things couldn’t go on like this, he knew, but he didn’t want to lose Mac over such a triviality either. He needed to find a way to convince Mac that he could be fucked hard, and, more importantly, that he loved being fucked hard.
Until then, it was this.
“Danny?” Mac asked softly and lifted his head to stare at him with a puzzled frown. “You okay? You want me to pull out?”
Danny’s fingers tightened against Mac’s chest, digging slightly into the hard muscles there.
“Hold on,” he protested and shifted again on his knees, enjoying the feeling of being filled and stretched wide immensely. If there was one thing he didn’t want, it was Mac pulling out and stopping their encounter before it even started.
“Are you sure?” Mac asked, tugging on his bonds, but the knots held. Danny allowed himself a proud grin. Louie had taught him how to tie knots; it was satisfying to see that he hadn’t lost his touch.
“Yeahyeahyeah,” Danny muttered and grinned. “Perfect. We’re good, you and me.”
Again, he shifted, lifting himself up slightly and letting Mac slide back into him.
It was nice, but he wanted more.
And somehow, he had to bring Mac to get on board with the plan.
He grinned and stretched his body again. Making sure he had a tight grip on Mac with his knees, he let his hands wander over his chest in a feather-light caress.
A caress that, he knew, was too light to be enjoyable for Mac.
Mac squirmed under his hands slightly, and Danny re-doubled his efforts, hitting all the spots he knew Mac was ticklish at until Mac was biting his lip sharply.
“Come on,” Danny grinned and squeezed his internal muscles around him while letting his hands wander lower, over Mac’s stomach.
Mac squawked and tried to buck Danny off of him, thereby driving his still rock hard dick deeper into Danny’s body.
Danny’s head fell back with a moan, and for a second, he forgot what he had been doing and concentrated on the sensations running through his body, making his toes curl and his mouth fall open in ecstasy while his eyes closed on their own accord.
Mac immediately stilled. “Danny?” he asked, his voice rough. “Damnit, Danny!”
“No, don’t stop,” Danny panted, slowly regaining enough brainpower to stop himself from drooling. “Please, Mac.”
He didn’t care that he was whining. He got a taste of Mac’s force, and he wanted more of it.
Without hesitating, he allowed his hands to ghost over Mac’s sides again, continuing the tickling and teasing. The breathy moans Mac couldn’t quite suppress spurned him on even more, and his own erection was almost painfully hard.
“Danny,” Mac finally gasped, his back arching off the mattress despite Danny’s weight holding him down. Danny grunted at the feeling of Mac so deep in him, twitching and shuddering as a sudden orgasm overwhelmed him. Danny’s hand flew to his own erection and wrapped around his flesh, stroking while letting his thighs do the work of lifting him up, pulling Mac’s dick out of him, and dropping back down and pushing Mac deep inside himself.
He didn’t care for the sharp burning in his muscles. All he cared for was the promised relief, so close to him. He groaned again and stabbed the index finger of his left hand into the soft skin of Mac’s stomach, causing him to shout out loudly and trying to curl up once more, despite the ties around his wrists, while Danny’s right hand furiously worked along the length of his own cock. Mac’s still erect dick pressed hard into Danny’s prostate, and Danny came with a loud shout, riding out wave after wave of orgasmic bliss until all that was left was exhaustion and aching muscles, and he collapsed on top of his lover.
“Danny?” Mac muttered, his lips brushing against Danny’s temple softly. “Hey, Dan?”
He tugged impatiently at the bonds that had prevented him from escaping Danny’s tickle attacks, and Danny struggled to sit up once again, letting their bodies separate, while his stumbling fingers worked on the knots. It took him longer to undo them than he’d needed to create them in the first place, but Mac didn’t say a single word, so Danny figured it was okay. As soon as Mac was free, his arms curled around Danny’s waist and he pulled Danny close to him.
“I get the feeling you want to tell me something,” he said and shifted, to bring them both in a more comfortable position. “Next time, try talking instead of torturing.” He raised both eyebrows. “Even if I have to admit that this was…” He thought for a moment, hunting for the right expression to describe what he was feeling. “…pretty intense,” he finally chose.
Danny allowed himself a satisfied grin and let his hand run over Mac’s side again, poking him gently, to cause one more shudder to run through his body. This had turned out better than he’d hoped for and expected.
There was only one word that could describe his satisfaction and happiness.
“Boom,” he murmured against the side of Mac’s chest.
Somehow, it fit the situation perfectly.
~End.