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Come As You Are	By : JetpackAngel Category: 1 through F > CSI: New York Views: 4809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fic Title: Come As You Are
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing(s): Mac/Danny
Author: JetpackAngel
Rating: NC-17 for explicit content
Summary: Mac gets a little knock on the head at work, so Danny decides to try and make him feel better… with mixed results.
Musical Inspiration: Song Without a Name by VAST
Disclaimer: I don't own them (shame). I make no money from the writing of this piece. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.
Warning: Don’t look at me. It was Danny’s idea.

When everything was said and done, Danny swore that there was no way it was his fault.

It was Mac’s fault, of course. It had always been Mac’s fault. Danny could find no reason why he should be blamed for his actions. Mac had been asleep for a little over an hour and Danny had been planning on leaving him in peace, but Mac had elected to go to bed right after watching Danny do some pushups. Mac knew how much it turned Danny on when the older man watched Danny work out.

Mac’s usual hungry and admiring look had been present, of course, watching Danny’s body lift and fall, his muscles flexing, a sheen of sweat breaking out across that athletically sculpted back, and the only thing hindering Mac’s view had been a pair of jogging shorts. They were the paper-thin kind that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, by the way. Bright red, to attract and hold Mac’s gaze fast on the wonderful ass that was just barely clad by said shorts, as they had a tendency to get a little form-fitting when plastered to hot sweaty skin.

Mac’s eyes had been locked on, as planned, but Danny hadn’t counted on the ice pack on his lover’s forehead or the pained mumble that he’d been chasing a suspect that had managed to (arguably) get the better of him. There had been a lot of junk in that semi-abandoned apartment building and Mac hadn’t had time to check his footing while in hot pursuit of his target. Mac’s foot had landed on a sheet of paper on tile flooring and his leg had flown backward much farther than intended when deprived of friction, and Mac had executed a proper break-fall and maybe tapped his forehead just a little on the hard surface. He was fine, of course. Just a little headache, nothing to trouble the doctor over. Honestly it was a little embarrassing considering that the suspect had been a tall scrawny string bean of a kid that was running on meth-induced overdrive.

Danny tried not to laugh at the slight knot on his lover’s forehead, or at the lovely dark purple shade the knot had taken on. When he’d first seen it he’d been horrified, of course, but when he determined that Mac was his usual stubborn self and just suffering from the grandmother of all headaches—not a concussion, thank you very much—he’d decided to try and make Mac feel better.

It had backfired. Sort of. Mac had taken some of the strongest painkillers in the apartment. Unfortunately these weren’t very strong considering that Mac didn’t ever get prescribed something halfway strong unless it was to help him cope with life-threatening injuries. It took a lot to put Mac in the hospital, and Danny wasn’t really accident-prone, so the best Mac could do was some extra-strength non-drowsy tension-headache medication.

Unfortunately Mac was one of those people with a random crossed wire in the brain that made rare instances of non-drowsy medication as effective as a sedative. Mac had done his best to admire Danny’s wonderful ass for as long as he’d been capable, until he’d finally had to excuse himself and go to bed before he passed out.

So Danny had gotten himself all worked up for nothing, and now Mac was in a deep drug-induced sleep. The final straw, in Danny’s line of reasoning, was that the insufferable bastard had elected to sleep naked.

Of course, he may have just stripped and decided that he couldn’t fight the sedatives any longer and didn’t want to collapse on the way to get a sleeping shirt, but did he have to drop his shorts, too? No, that had to be deliberate. Then again, Mac had been somewhat mumbling, perhaps not in the right frame of mind, but someone says to-MAH-to, someone else says to-MAY-to…

And so there Danny was, still wiping hard-earned sweat off his brow and staring in consternation at his nearly motionless lover. Mac was on his usual side of the bed, laying on his left side and with one hand dangling over the edge, sound asleep. He must’ve been about to drop, because it looked like he’d barely even gotten the covers over himself before slipping into the depths of oblivion. In fact, the only parts of Mac that the blankets obscured were the Marine’s hips and thighs and one knee. Mac had big feet, and it was oddly endearing to see them and the sparsely haired muscular ankles poking out from under the blankets. Danny felt the strangest urge to brush a fingertip along the arch of one foot before he brought his mind back to business.

He knew what people said about Mac, that he was a cold unfeeling bastard that wouldn’t know what to do with sexual tension if he was drowning in it. Danny had learned that Mac was just the opposite, really. Mac was warm and caring, protective and even doting. He was a truly passionate man that would sooner cut his own heart out than see his lover injured or frightened or even slightly annoyed at Mac eating the last of the cannolis. Even Stella hadn’t believed it at first, even though she’d known Mac when the guy had been married, but it was true: Mac was an honest-to-God sappy romantic doormat sometimes.

Danny stood there with his hands on his hips, not five feet from his lover and watching him sleep. It was so rare that Danny saw Mac asleep. Mac rarely took naps, always woke up long before Danny did, and never seemed to fall asleep until after Danny had drifted off. It was like Mac was always watching over him, protecting him. It was sweet, really. And of course Danny had told him time and time again that Mac in full protective mode topped the list of things that got Danny hot.

Another one was when Danny could convince Mac to talk dirty. Mac didn’t do it often, since he didn’t think it was appropriate—in bed with his male subordinate, and talking dirty wasn’t appropriate, for fuck’s sake—but it absolutely set Danny on fire to hear his favorite Marine tell Danny to ‘suck me dry’ in a throaty rumble.

Mac was usually a light sleeper, but Danny well knew that when Mac was out like this, it would take a national crisis to wake him up. And if there was one thing that Danny loved to do, it was find inventive and incredibly arousing ways to wake his lover up since he got so few opportunities. The trick was to get Mac’s sex drive engaged before the natural Marine infantryman’s hair-trigger clicked in and Mac woke up out of well-trained reflexes. Judging by his breath rate and the fact that he didn’t so much as twitch when Danny brushed a fingertip inside the curve of Mac’s hipbone, one of the most sensitive (and ticklish) places on his body… Danny had some room to maneuver here, so to speak.

Danny finished tugging the covers off and took a moment to admire his seemingly comatose lover. After a few seconds of drinking in the sight of all that smooth flesh, he carefully nudged the warm bulk until Mac rolled onto his back, still entirely unconscious. Hell, Danny could probably pick him up and throw him and not wake him up. Mac had very few weaknesses, but the ones he did have tended to hit him pretty hard. Another one was alcohol, not that Mac would ever admit it to anyone that didn’t already know.

In as gentle a fashion as he could stand, Danny pushed and pulled and tugged Mac’s body until the Marine was lying on his back in the center of the bed. Danny knelt between his legs and just watched him sleep, enjoying the view he so rarely got to see: Mac at peace. It touched Danny’s heart to catch these rare glimpses of that face when it wasn’t creased with worry or stress or lack of sleep. Those lines were etching themselves into Mac’s forehead and cheeks and the corners of his mouth and eyes far too early. Mac drove himself too hard, but that was what he was: driven. Mac had just as much passion for justice as he did love of Danny.

Mac was also an absolute animal in the sack whenever Danny could press the right buttons.

Danny just sat there and studied his lover. And really, it was a funny term: lover. Yes, Danny loved Mac. Danny had no doubts that Mac was the love of his life, and he knew that the feeling was mutual. Mac wouldn’t open himself like this, be this emotionally or physically vulnerable unless he meant those words.

Mac refused to discuss his love life to any but a trusted few, and those few only knew that Mac had a ‘girlfriend’ but they didn’t know ‘her’ name or address or what ‘she’ did for a living or even know what the hell ‘she’ looked like. Danny had the same story. The only people that knew about them were Stella, Flack, and Hawkes. Only with those three people were Mac and Danny permitted to be boyfriends. They couldn’t get married or even be declared partners in a public ceremony because Mac was Danny’s boss, and the threat of Conflict of Interest setting hundreds of murderers and rapists and child-molesters free wasn’t a price Mac was willing to pay.

It broke Mac’s heart that he couldn’t go public with Danny and Danny knew that, but he wasn’t selfish enough to put his love life above that of justice, and Mac wasn’t either. It was risky enough that they were even ‘roommates.’ The reason for that was a long and involved one that Danny didn’t really feel like recollecting at the moment, because he was too busy hovering over his lover’s face and gently smoothing back stray strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. That really was a nasty knot on his forehead, and for just a moment Danny was inclined to let him sleep.

But Mac was naked and spread out like an enticing five-star buffet and not making a single sound or movement of protest, and this was not an opportunity that Danny Messer was about to turn down.

Danny knew about Mac’s biggest sexual trigger: the feeling of a mouth on his body. Apparently it was huge turn-on for Danny to nibble on Mac’s fingertips and then suck them deep into his throat. The only time Danny had ever seen Mac actually writhe was when Danny had asked him to lay still while Danny licked various flavored syrups off his body. Mac had lain as still as possible for as long as he could stand it, and the moment Danny had taken pity on him and let him move, Mac had instantly thrown Danny onto the mattress and given him one of the hardest fuckings Danny could remember in a long time.

Danny was feeling the urge to revisit those memories… and Mac was gonna stay good and still this time. It had been far too long since they’d had the time or the energy to have sex. They’d both just been working so much overtime lately that they barely had the drive to come home and shower and eat something simple before falling into bed.

Danny couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed his face when he carefully leaned over Mac’s body to press a somewhat chaste kiss to the goose egg marring his lover’s forehead. Maybe Mac should’ve gone to the doctor after all. Mac had insisted that he was fine, and at least three different pathologists had given him an impromptu exam when he’d shown his face in Autopsy Theatre. Sid had even offered to do a CAT scan, but Mac had declined.

“Stubborn jackass,” Danny murmured, and he pressed his lips to the center of Mac’s forehead this time. He settled carefully to his side with an arm and a leg draped over the warm body next to him, and almost tenderly he ran his finger around the curve of Mac’s ear and down his jaw to his chin. “You’re bein’ selfish. You need to take care of yourself when you’re hurt, Mac. What happens if you get hurt too bad, huh? What if you ended up with one of those hemotoma things, the brain injury that waits a few hours to kill ya? What would I do then?” He cupped Mac’s cheek and leaned over to bestow the gentlest of kisses to the corner of Mac’s eye. “I need ya, Mac, and I don’t wanna keep worryin’ about ya not takin’ care of yourself. If you end up gettin’ yourself killed then who’s gonna watch me sleep at night, huh?”

Mac didn’t respond, which wasn’t surprising, and Danny smiled and gave a little shake of his head. “I get it. You’re asleep, not in a friggin’ coma. Still. Just wanted to get it out, ya know?” He took a moment just to lay his head on Mac’s chest. He was laying on Mac’s right and he couldn’t hear the heartbeat quite as well, but it was almost as nice to hear the air entering and leaving his lungs. Steady, constant, dependable breathing from this equally steady and constant and dependable man.

Still with his ear to the firm pectoral, Danny’s right hand traced across Mac’s chest to run cautious fingers over the large scar below Mac’s left collarbone. “I know you’ve been through some heavy shit, Mac, but you’re not immortal. Slow it down, okay? Or let me catch up with ya, one of the two.”

Danny’s hand eventually drifted just a bit farther down and to the side, cautiously brushing against Mac’s nipple. A few moments of gentle rubbing and the little bud stood stiff and at attention, but other than Mac’s breathing not a single other bit of the man’s body had moved. Danny grinned to himself; though they weren’t too sensitive, Mac’s nipples were still fun to play with. He repeated the process for the right side of Mac’s chest and then rose up on his elbow to run his tongue in circles around it, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Mac’s cock give the slightest of twitches.

That settled it. Danny stripped off his shorts and flung them over the side of the bed, then sat up and dug around in Mac’s side of the nightstand for the lube and a condom. He briefly toyed with the idea of leaving the condom off before deciding that it would be better to have it; Mac had a tendency to be rather… enthusiastic when Danny woke him up with sex. The extra layer of protection might not be a bad idea.

Danny moved to lie on his back next to his lover and spread his own legs, coating a finger with lube and slowly working it inside himself. Watching Mac sleep next to him made Danny feel deliciously dirty, especially considering what he had planned. He sternly ignored his prostate and instead concentrated on stretching himself, trying to keep his eyes open as he relished the slight friction and tried not to moan in anticipation as his gaze locked onto Mac’s resting cock. After a while he repeated the process with a second finger, twisting and scissoring and gently pumping the slim digits inside himself.

Presently he added a third finger as he felt the tight ring of muscle starting to loosen up. It felt so damn good and it was going to feel even better, and Danny drew upon stores of patience that he didn’t even know he had as he prepared himself as thoroughly as he could stand. A brief eternity passed for Danny before he decided he’d had enough, and he rolled to his knees and bent over Mac’s limp cock, huffing hot air on it and teasing it gently with his fingertips until it started to twitch and to stand on its own. Danny’s own cock was fairly aching by now but he ignored it and worked on Mac, gritting his teeth, trying to be patient.

More endless seconds passed before Danny finally leaned back and grabbed the condom, opening it and unrolling it over Mac’s rigid length. He slicked up the thick member and gave his own ass another coating just in case, then carefully moved to straddle Mac’s hips and align tab A with slot B. Danny watched Mac’s face but the older man didn’t show any signs of waking, and Danny took that to be a good sign and let his hips begin to gently drop, biting his lip to keep from making any especially loud sounds.

It was hard to keep the noise down as Danny slowly impaled himself on Mac’s rigid cock, and he delighted at the little twitches on Mac’s face. Wow… he was right, when Mac was out like this, he could sleep through damn near anything. Danny was forced to grab rough hold at the base of his own cock when he was finally sitting on Mac’s hips; a small noise escaped Mac’s throat.

Biting his lip, Danny lifted slowly up and slowly back down, just relishing the feel of Mac’s thick cock sliding in and out of his ass. He’d felt so empty for far too long, and it was just so good to feel Mac filling him again.

He needed more, so much more. Gradually he increased his pace, trying all the while not to land too hard on Mac’s hips or shake the bed too much or make too much noise. For some reason he selfishly wanted an orgasm all to himself, to just come around Mac and use his lover’s sleeping body for his own pleasure. God knew he’d offered endless times to return the favor and Mac had obliged, but Mac seemed to especially enjoy waking up to Danny’s ministrations.

Briefly Danny wondered how Mac’s headache was, but tossed that over his shoulder as he started lifting and falling faster, starting to shake the bed a little, but not that he cared. Mac was starting to move a little in his sleep, head lolling slightly from side to side, and Danny stroked himself harder when he saw Mac’s tongue flash over his lips. God, he was getting closer.

Danny’s thigh and calf muscles were beginning to tire so he was forced to brace one hand on the bed between Mac’s arm and ribs, still keeping his body moving, and more soft noises came from Mac’s throat. God, Mac was starting to wake up, and he was gonna come around right when Danny… when Danny… “Oh God, Mac, I… oh, Jesus… oh… oh, yeah…” and Mac’s eyes opened and he gave a pleasured rumble deep in his chest, and his eyes locked onto Danny’s cock just as Danny let his weight fall fully onto Mac’s hips, arching his back and aiming a strained howl at the ceiling, come spurting from his cock to rain on Mac’s chest and abs. Mac bucked his hips involuntarily as Danny’s ass gripped him, and then Danny jerked as Mac shifted again to press against Danny’s prostate.

Danny vibrated at the end of Mac’s cock for several seconds and then made a wheezing noise like a big tire going flat, and he slumped carefully down to cover Mac’s body and nuzzle his neck. “Mm, Jesus,” Danny sighed.

Mac made a point to stretch his arms before running his hands up and down Danny’s back. “Good morning to you, too. You enjoying yourself?”

Danny hummed a satisfied affirmative and nibbled on Mac’s earlobe. “You’ve only been out for a maybe an hour and a half, by the way.” He released the ear and leaned up to devour Mac’s mouth in a hungry kiss. “God, you feel so good in me. Missed it, ya know?”

Mac made a noise of approval and kissed Danny back, hard, threading his fingers through the short dirty-blond hair and thrusting his tongue deep into Danny’s mouth, his other hand rubbing fingertips along Danny’s back so firmly that if he’d been using his nails he would’ve left red tracks everywhere. That was a signal that Danny knew, and his suspicions were confirmed when he felt Mac’s cock twitch inside him. Oh yeah, here it comes…

“So, you enjoy yourself?” Mac repeated in a throaty growl.

“As much as I could with you just layin’ there asleep,” Danny mock-grumbled, and he sucked on his lover’s tongue in apology.

Mac grunted a ‘hmph’ and his fingers in Danny’s hair tugged the Italian back so Danny could see Mac’s lifted eyebrow, and then Mac yawned and Danny’s shoulders slumped. “Aw, c’mon, Mac, don’t fall back asleep. That’s just wro-ONG!”

With speed that made Danny’s heart leap into his throat, Mac bucked his hips and swung his legs, rolling his torso in just the right way that quickly had Danny flat on his back with a startled yelp still hanging on his lips. Mac was kneeling between his legs, still nestled firmly inside his lover, and Danny’s eyes went wide and his breath hitched at the look in Mac’s eyes. There was that bestial hunger there, that animal drive that Mac kept so well hidden. Uh-huh, now he’s awake. “Fall asleep, huh?” Mac purred darkly. “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Mac pulled almost completely out and then slammed back inside and stayed there, all but gritting his teeth and growling. Oh yeah, Danny was in for a ride. He’d been able to make Mac lose his control before, but not like this. Mac pulled out and then slammed back in again, his breaths coming in hard grunts like he’d just been challenged. “You missed it, huh?” Mac growled. Another rapid-fire in-and-out. “Missed that, Danny? You missed this dick?”

Danny let out a moan at Mac’s next thrust. “God, yeah… give it to me, Mac, please…” Oh Jesus, Mac was in one of his animal moods and he was talking dirty.

“Beg for it, Danny,” Mac hissed, and this time he pulled out and then started moving back in at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to make you scream.”

This was new. Danny theorized that it wasn’t the thought of hearing Danny beg but the prospect of hearing his partner moaning and whimpering underneath him, which was what Danny was probably going to be doing a lot of in the next several minutes. “Fuck me, Mac, please fuck me,” Danny groaned, feeling his cock stirring at Mac’s words.

“Louder,” Mac snarled, his teeth gritted, and he kept going so slow, so slow. “You want my dick so much, you beg for it.”

Danny spread his legs wider. “More, Mac, please. God, please.” He kept having to lick his lips; his mouth kept drying at the incendiary look Mac was giving him. God, if Mac didn’t stop staring at him like that Danny was gonna burst into flames. Even in the dim light of their bedroom Danny could see that Mac’s pupils were blown wide, and the remaining iris was nearly black with lust. “Mac, please fuck me! Need it so fuckin’ bad, Mac!”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Mac rumbled. “You want this dick, don’t ya? You like to take this dick, take it all inside you, huh?”

And without another word from either of them, Mac planted his hands and his knees in firm steady positions and then began to pound Danny beneath him, hips slamming into Danny hard and fast and with a force that almost made it hard for Danny to breathe. He was bent with his ass sitting on Mac’s thighs, legs spread wide to the sides, and his hands clutched mindlessly at the bedcovers and he howled, he screamed, he wailed in pure carnal euphoria as Mac took him almost brutally.

Mac’s breaths were paced athletic gasps but he still managed to snarl, “like that, Danny? It’s what you wanted, right? You wanted me hard and fast?”

Danny couldn’t possibly answer vocally because he was too busy howling at the ceiling and he searched for some way, any way to communicate and he was almost surprised to feel Mac’s skin under his palms. He was clutching Mac’s shoulders. He cracked his eyes open, the lids so heavy under the power of his lust, and he felt his cock go rigid at the sight of Mac looming over him like some hulking beast, nothing showing on his face but the pure and primal need to fuck.

Danny had honestly never seen Mac like this. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen Mac do but at the same time it shocked him. He’d always thought that Mac had it in him but he’d never figured out how to trigger it, and it was so much, it was almost too much.

“You like it, Danny? Huh? Just like this? You like me fucking your brains out?”

Danny wanted to agree, to beg for more even though Mac couldn’t possibly fuck him any harder, to tell this amazing multi-faceted man that he loved him, but the only thing that came out of Danny’s mouth was an unsteady howl broken only by Danny gasping for breath to start the noise all over again.

Jesus God, how could Mac keep this up for so long? Danny was getting almost literally drilled through the mattress and Mac showed no signs of slowing or stopping. Hell, Mac didn’t even look tired. He was barely sweating!

I’ve created a monster. That thought managed to flit through Danny’s head, and then the thought was banished and Danny started utterly screaming when Mac changed his angle in a subtle yet very noticeable way. Suddenly Mac was hammering into Danny’s prostate; God, he was gonna bruise it if he didn’t ease up, but Danny didn’t care at the moment because his mind exploded and his eyes didn’t work and his back arched and his hands spasmed around Mac’s shoulders and he let out a harsh guttural scream of pure sensation, jerking and convulsing around Mac’s cock, and he was dimly aware of his own semen raining gently on his chest. Danny had never come without stimulating himself before.

And Mac was still going.

“Ah, Jesus,” Mac gasped, firing his hips into the tight heat of his lover. “Ah, shit, Danny!” He finally slowed and reared up above the younger man, and he reached back and wormed one hand between his own body and Danny’s legs until Danny unhooked his ankles, and then Mac spread the Italian’s legs and hooked his knees over Mac’s straining biceps. Thank God Danny was flexible, and he gave silent praise for that fact as Mac leaned back down.

“Jesus, Mac, gimme a chance to breathe,” Danny panted. “You just fucked the cum outta me!”

Mac did go still and apparently decided to wait for a few moments, but there was a darkly pleasured look on his face. “Did I now,” he rumbled, and he bent to start running his tongue over Danny’s chest, licking up the drying semen as though it had been an offering spilled to one of the old gods of lust.

“Oh God,” Danny moaned. “Oh yeah, ya did, Mac. God, I love ya. Gimme more, Mac, gimme all of ya, please…”

Mac reared up and then brought his face back down again, kissing Danny almost violently, claiming the Italian’s mouth almost hard enough to split Danny’s lip with his teeth, and then Mac leaned back and took a breath and began thrusting again as hard and as fast as though he’d never even stopped, and Danny began howling again.

Through the haze of lust Danny saw Mac grit his teeth and those large hands moved up to grip Danny’s shoulders, holding him in place for Mac’s brutal pace. There was a hard look in Mac’s eyes, like every fiber of his being was focused on the sole purpose of fucking Danny’s willing body, giving in to his less-controlled impulses and giving Danny everything he’d been craving and then some, a thousand times more, making sure that Danny would never be able to sit down again without thinking of the man driving into him right now.

Nobody else, Danny wanted to tell him, but his vocal cords were busy, so Danny just gripped Mac’s arms as hard as he could, trying to make his legs relax so Mac could go even deeper. I’m yours, Mac! Take me! Gimme everything you’ve got! I’ll never get tired of ya! I’ll never get enough of ya!

It was almost as though Mac heard him because soon enough he was shoving himself hard, deep into his lover’s body, grunting and snarling with every thrust like a wild animal in rut. He’d lost any sense of rhythm and instead slammed into Danny’s body with everything he had, and Danny clenched every muscle in his body, clutched Mac harder, willing Mac to come within him, willing himself to drag Mac over the edge and into ecstasy.

And suddenly it happened. Mac gripped Danny’s shoulders hard enough that he’d be bruised for days, and with a strangled roar that almost sounded in pain, Mac drove himself into Danny’s body one last time, face whipping up, back almost spasming, mouth open in a silent scream that continued even after Mac had run out of breath. Danny groaned again at the feeling of Mac’s cock throbbing inside him, wishing he could feel the hot semen shooting into his guts, his ears still ringing from Mac’s exultation of euphoria.

Thank GOD they’d installed extra soundproofing in the bedroom. Thank. Fucking. God.

Danny was already basking in the afterglow of such incredible sex when it was cut unfortunately short; Mac gave a watery moan and all but collapsed on top of his lover, but before Danny could feel perverse pride at having managed to wear Mac out, things changed. “Danny,” Mac hissed urgently. “Danny… back…”

“Huh? Whaddaya mean, back? You’re on top.” Danny was understandably confused, wishing Mac would sit up so Danny could get a good look at him.

“No, my… my back. I…” Mac could barely speak, he was panting so hard, but his face wasn’t that post-coital bliss that Danny had been expecting.

The look gave Danny a chill. “Mac? Talk to me, babe.”

Mac’s neck muscles clenched and a pained groan stuttered out from behind clenched teeth. “I think… I think I pulled a muscle.”

You have got to be shitting me. Danny desperately wanted to say that. Instead he murmured, “you sure? Can you move?”

“I’m sure,” Mac grunted, and made another noise that let Danny know just how much Mac didn’t want to move right now. Cautiously Danny ran gentle fingertips around Mac’s broad back and the older man suddenly groaned. “Right there. No, don’t rub it, please.”

Lower back. Great, just great. Mac was heavy and he was still inside Danny and he had a knot on his head, and to top it all off, he’d hurt himself while having sex. “Mac?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you be mad if I…”

“Get me on my back and you can laugh all you want. Laugh for both of us. I would, but…”

Danny needed no further explanation. The first step would be getting Mac pulled out of him so he braced Mac’s weight as gently as he could and started to slowly worm his way up the bed until Mac slipped free, both of them groaning in both loss and discomfort. Danny wiggled up farther until he could get his legs back under Mac and then slowly worm them between Mac’s, sliding back down until Mac was over Danny’s hips. “Take it easy, just gotta get in position…” Danny murmured as he trapped Mac’s ankle with his foot, then made sure Mac’s arms were pulled in tight and wrapped his arms around Mac’s torso. “Fast or slow?”

“Fast. Hurry.”

“Fast it is.” Danny made sure he was in position. “Ready, babe? Here we go…” and Danny gently bucked his hips and rolled to Mac’s trapped side, sending both men rolling. Mac gave a fiercely repressed groan but Danny kept going until the older man was on his back, and Danny carefully untangled their limbs and scooted back. “Better? You okay?”

Mac was very quiet for several seconds and then let his breath out. “Better than it was, but I’ve had more pleasant endings to sex.”

Danny realized that Mac’s ego was probably suffering as much—if not more so—than his back and head, and Danny slid up the bed until he was beside his lover and pressed his lips to Mac’s cheek. “The sex was great,” Danny assured him. “Fuckin’ fantastic. I knew you had it in ya, but Jesus, Mac…”

Mac gave a weak smile and concentrated on moving his limbs to more comfortable positions. It was staggering how many movements were somehow connected to his lower back, and each twinge of pain made Mac grind his teeth so hard that a small part of himself began to dread his next trip to the dentist.

It took forever but he was finally as comfortable as could be considering the circumstances, and Mac stared mournfully at the ceiling for several moments before working up the nerve to try and shift himself, wondering if there was another position that would be easier on his jangling muscle. He started to move and halted instantly, and sank back into the mattress with a moody rumble. “Fuck me running,” he muttered darkly.

Mac didn’t cuss like that very often. Danny briefly wondered if he should make himself scarce and he tentatively reached for Mac’s hand. Mac didn’t move for several seconds, then gave another sigh and squeezed him back. “How’re you feeling?” Mac asked quietly after a moment. “I mean, I got fairly rough with you. Did I—“

“I’m good,” Danny interrupted gently. “Gonna be walkin’ funny for a week, but overall I’m good.”

Mac gave the barest of nods. “Well, at least one of us will still be walking.”

Danny gave his lover a sympathetic smile and squeezed his hand again. “Speakin’ of walkin’, I’m gonna go grab some ice.”

Mac barely nodded, more out of being careful than anything else. “Ice on the muscle for ten minutes. Good thinking. We won’t worry about compression, though. My body weight should be enough.”

Danny couldn’t see any way to agree with him without it coming out wrong, so he got to his feet and padded into the kitchen. He realized that Mac would throw a fit if he just wrapped ice cubes in a towel and let it melt into the bed, so he put several in an airtight baggy and wrapped that in a towel instead. He dreaded the next step but it was better than the alternative, so he went back to Mac and very patiently worked the cold pack between the bed and Mac’s injured muscle, and he could see Mac’s thick forearms go rigid the entire time.

One eternity later, it was done. Mac tried to relax but it was hard to do with a bunch of ice cubes jabbing into his kidneys. Danny gave a mournful look and busied himself with belatedly peeling off Mac’s condom, then took a trip to the bathroom for a warm wet cloth to clean up first Mac, then himself. Now was not the time to use his tongue.

Finally there was nothing left to do but pace and fret; Danny didn’t really want to sit down, but at the same time he staunchly avoided mentioning any discomfort in his nether regions. Danny didn’t think Mac had ever fucked him any harder, true, but to bring it up right now would only be petty.

“Hey, Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” A smile worked its way across Mac’s face, one that was trying very hard to not show any pain. “Just wanted you to know.”

Danny wasn’t sure why he should feel relieved at that, but he grinned back anyway and stepped to the bed to kiss Mac’s lips. “Love ya back,” he murmured.

When he drew back up, Mac was still giving a somewhat pained smile. “Would you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

There was definite defeat in Mac’s voice. “Call Hawkes. I’d like to at least get this looked at, and I know he won’t say anything to anyone else.”

Dread began to build in the pit of Danny’s stomach, already anticipating the kind of preaching he’d get from the former ER surgeon after Sheldon learned just how Mac had strained himself when he was supposed to be recovering from a head injury, but Danny just gave a small nod and went for his phone.

Sheldon picked up on the third ring, voice somewhat clogged with sleep. “Hawkes.”

“Hey, it’s Messer. Uh, sorry to wake ya up, pal.”

There was a noise like Sheldon was rubbing his eyes. “Did you need something?”

“Well, uh… I was just wonderin’ if you’d make a house call.”

Another long pause, and Sheldon cleared his throat. “Danny, it’s one in the morning.”

Danny winced. “I know, I know, but you’re the only one that we felt good callin’ about this.”

“We?”

“It’s Mac.” Danny scratched the back of his neck and sighed. “He’s, uh… he’s kinda hurt.”

“Hurt how?” Sheldon wondered. “I know he hit his head today. Oh God, he didn’t collapse, did he?”

“No, no, it ain’t that,” Danny said quickly. “It’s not his head. It’s his… well, his back.”

“His back?” Sheldon’s voice conveyed his puzzlement and Danny could almost see the dark man furrow his brows. “What does his back have to do with his head injury?”

“Forget his head,” Danny grumbled. “He pulled a muscle.”

“Doing what?” Sheldon demanded.

Danny cleared his throat and sent an apologetic look to his lover, who just gave a somewhat defeated frown. “Well, he kinda got carried away. We were, uh… in bed… and, uh, he was on top.”

There was a pause long enough for Sheldon to take a very patient breath. “Danny, Mac nearly split his head open today. I would’ve thought that sex would be the last thing on his mind.”

“Well…” Danny hedged a little bit more. “He was hurtin’ and I tried to make ‘im feel better, so I waited until he was out and then, uh…”

The speaker next to Danny’s ear gave an exasperated growl. “Let me get this straight. You waited until he was asleep, used some method or other to wake him up in an aroused state, and he went at it so hard that he hurt himself? Danny, what were you thinking? He was supposed to rest!”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Danny protested.

“How do you figure that?”

Danny sighed and let his shoulders sag. “Look, if you could do us both one hell of a huge favor and take a look, I’ll try to sort it out for ya when you get here.”

“This should be good,” Hawkes grunted. There was another long pause and then the dark man gave a sigh of his own. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Thanks. We owe ya.”

Sheldon didn’t say anything else but just hung up, and Danny swallowed. Sheldon abhorred rudeness unless he was starting to get pissed. Danny flipped the phone shut and then decided that he’d better make himself presentable. “He’ll be here in twenty,” Danny told his lover as he dug around the dresser for a wifebeater and a pair of sleep pants. Mac just grunted acknowledgement.

When Danny was dressed, he moved to the bed and carefully drew the sheet up to Mac’s chest before sitting very carefully on the edge of the bed. “Okay, you did get me pretty good,” he admitted, and he clasped Mac’s hand.

Mac snorted. “I’d almost think you deserved it,” he muttered, but he squeezed Danny’s hand in apology. After a moment, though, he couldn’t help the irritated note that crept into his voice as he began, “So can I ask what the hell prompted you to wake me up like that when I cracked my head today?”

In for a dime, in for a dollar, Danny thought morosely. He squeezed Mac’s hand, took a breath, and started to explain.

Do me a favor, people. That little twist near the end, did you like it? Laugh your ass off? Did it ruin the mood? Did I write a good scene? Any feedback at all would be very much appreciated.

Oh, and Danny wants to know how many people actually think it's his fault after all.

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