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kathierif_ficTitle: Touched For The Very First Time
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny Messer/Mac Taylor, MDD implied
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: “So…have you done this before?” Mac asked, and Danny shifted.
Word count: 790 words
Challenge:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
cliche_bingo, prompt: Virginity.
Author’s Notes: For Ginny and Mer – hope you’re both feeling better *hugs* Title, once again, stolen from a song.
~*+*~
“So,” Mac asked, his voice deep and soothing, while running his hands firmly over Danny’s wide-spread legs. He was kneeling between them, enjoying the view of the younger CSI trusting Mac and showing him the most intimate parts of his anatomy.
Danny’s cock was slick with come and spit from the blowjob Mac had given him just moments ago. His taste was still heavy on Mac’s tongue, and a few drops that had escaped his eager and experienced tongue were drying on Danny’s lower stomach.
Danny squinted at him with a sated smile. It wasn’t a grin, Mac thought while brushing his thumb over the strong muscle right above Danny’s left knee, but it was something that was definitely softer, gentler – an honest, open smile, something that not a lot of people got to see from the young man, since Danny was cynical beyond his age.
“Have you done this before?” Mac finally asked the question that had been burning on his tongue and rubbed his thumbs up Danny’s legs again, toward his groin.
Danny arched his back like a big cat and hummed a non-specific answer, but Mac was patient enough to wait him out.
“I’m thirty-two,” Danny finally said and shifted slightly.
Mac shrugged. “Did you or did you not?” he asked again, his voice even and soft.
Danny shifted again, confirming the slight suspicion Mac already had. The way Danny refused to meet his eyes was a good indicator, he thought, but he still waited for Danny to say it. He wanted the younger man to trust him, not only with his body, but with his mind, as well.
“Well…” Danny finally said, the word drawn out and almost hesitant, and Mac brushed his hand over the inside of his thigh again in silent encouragement.
“It depends on what you mean with ‘this’,” Danny finally said in a rush of words, a faint blush starting to appear on his face.
Mac smiled and leaned over Danny, to kiss him. His still hard cock brushed against Danny’s stomach, leaving wet trails, and the slight friction was enough to send shivers of arousal down Mac’s spine.
“I want you, Danny,” he murmured against Danny’s lips. A little honesty, he knew, would go a long way in convincing Danny that he could trust Mac as well. If he told Danny the truth about what he wanted, he could trust him to tell Mac what he wanted, as well.
“I want to fuck you. I want to take my fingers and slowly put them into you and open you up. I want to see your face when I have two or three fingers in you, Danny.”
The thought alone made his dick twitch, and Mac sat back on his heels between Danny’s knees and cupped Danny’s balls gently in his hand. “That’s what I mean when I say ‘this’.”
Danny’s tongue flickered out nervously, to moisten his suddenly dry lips. His eyes suddenly appeared very huge in his face, his lashes longer than they usually did, hidden behind his glasses. It had the effect that Danny looked a lot younger than he was.
“What do you think?” Mac murmured, his hand rubbing teasingly and rolling Danny’s balls in his palm. “Did anyone ever do that to you, Danny?”
“I can definitely say,” Danny replied and shifted his shoulders slightly, “that no, I haven’t done that before.”
Mac smiled softly. His hand trailed back, over the sensitive skin behind Danny’s balls, his fingertips running over his hole with just the gentlest pressure. “Do you want to? I’ll make it worth your while, Danny. I’ll make you feel good.” He moved closer to Danny’s ear before breathing, “I promise.”
Danny opened his mouth to answer, and Mac let his finger circle Danny’s hole again. He knew from personal experience that the touch would feel good; knew about all the nerve endings he was brushing against and how they would ignite under his fingertips and send sparks of arousal through Danny’s body.
“I don’t know, Mac,” Danny said hesitantly and bit his lip. “I’ve read that it hurts the first time.”
Mac smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we can stop whenever you want.” His fingertips continued to brush over the opening to Danny’s body again. “What do you say?”
Danny took a deep breath, to finally give Mac an answer, after having thought about it for several minutes, when suddenly, the door to the bedroom was gently pushed open and Don Flack entered, one hand tugging at the tie he was wearing.
Don glanced at Mac and Danny on the bed, and, before either of them could say a single word, he asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow, “Are you two roleplaying again?”
~end.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny Messer/Mac Taylor, MDD implied
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: “So…have you done this before?” Mac asked, and Danny shifted.
Word count: 790 words
Challenge:
cliche_bingo, prompt: Virginity.Author’s Notes: For Ginny and Mer – hope you’re both feeling better *hugs* Title, once again, stolen from a song.
~*+*~
“So,” Mac asked, his voice deep and soothing, while running his hands firmly over Danny’s wide-spread legs. He was kneeling between them, enjoying the view of the younger CSI trusting Mac and showing him the most intimate parts of his anatomy.
Danny’s cock was slick with come and spit from the blowjob Mac had given him just moments ago. His taste was still heavy on Mac’s tongue, and a few drops that had escaped his eager and experienced tongue were drying on Danny’s lower stomach.
Danny squinted at him with a sated smile. It wasn’t a grin, Mac thought while brushing his thumb over the strong muscle right above Danny’s left knee, but it was something that was definitely softer, gentler – an honest, open smile, something that not a lot of people got to see from the young man, since Danny was cynical beyond his age.
“Have you done this before?” Mac finally asked the question that had been burning on his tongue and rubbed his thumbs up Danny’s legs again, toward his groin.
Danny arched his back like a big cat and hummed a non-specific answer, but Mac was patient enough to wait him out.
“I’m thirty-two,” Danny finally said and shifted slightly.
Mac shrugged. “Did you or did you not?” he asked again, his voice even and soft.
Danny shifted again, confirming the slight suspicion Mac already had. The way Danny refused to meet his eyes was a good indicator, he thought, but he still waited for Danny to say it. He wanted the younger man to trust him, not only with his body, but with his mind, as well.
“Well…” Danny finally said, the word drawn out and almost hesitant, and Mac brushed his hand over the inside of his thigh again in silent encouragement.
“It depends on what you mean with ‘this’,” Danny finally said in a rush of words, a faint blush starting to appear on his face.
Mac smiled and leaned over Danny, to kiss him. His still hard cock brushed against Danny’s stomach, leaving wet trails, and the slight friction was enough to send shivers of arousal down Mac’s spine.
“I want you, Danny,” he murmured against Danny’s lips. A little honesty, he knew, would go a long way in convincing Danny that he could trust Mac as well. If he told Danny the truth about what he wanted, he could trust him to tell Mac what he wanted, as well.
“I want to fuck you. I want to take my fingers and slowly put them into you and open you up. I want to see your face when I have two or three fingers in you, Danny.”
The thought alone made his dick twitch, and Mac sat back on his heels between Danny’s knees and cupped Danny’s balls gently in his hand. “That’s what I mean when I say ‘this’.”
Danny’s tongue flickered out nervously, to moisten his suddenly dry lips. His eyes suddenly appeared very huge in his face, his lashes longer than they usually did, hidden behind his glasses. It had the effect that Danny looked a lot younger than he was.
“What do you think?” Mac murmured, his hand rubbing teasingly and rolling Danny’s balls in his palm. “Did anyone ever do that to you, Danny?”
“I can definitely say,” Danny replied and shifted his shoulders slightly, “that no, I haven’t done that before.”
Mac smiled softly. His hand trailed back, over the sensitive skin behind Danny’s balls, his fingertips running over his hole with just the gentlest pressure. “Do you want to? I’ll make it worth your while, Danny. I’ll make you feel good.” He moved closer to Danny’s ear before breathing, “I promise.”
Danny opened his mouth to answer, and Mac let his finger circle Danny’s hole again. He knew from personal experience that the touch would feel good; knew about all the nerve endings he was brushing against and how they would ignite under his fingertips and send sparks of arousal through Danny’s body.
“I don’t know, Mac,” Danny said hesitantly and bit his lip. “I’ve read that it hurts the first time.”
Mac smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we can stop whenever you want.” His fingertips continued to brush over the opening to Danny’s body again. “What do you say?”
Danny took a deep breath, to finally give Mac an answer, after having thought about it for several minutes, when suddenly, the door to the bedroom was gently pushed open and Don Flack entered, one hand tugging at the tie he was wearing.
Don glanced at Mac and Danny on the bed, and, before either of them could say a single word, he asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow, “Are you two roleplaying again?”
~end.