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Date: 2004
Rating: Adult
Characters: Danny, Martin
Pairing: D/M
Summary: Danny changes the rules.

Comments: This story contains adult situations between two men.

Mentions the opening of episode 14 “The Friendly Skies”

No spoilers.

The ringing woke them up.

Danny had decided to ignore the ringing until Martin shoved him.

“It’s your phone.”

Danny smirked as he caught Martin admiring him as he stretched across Martin and grabbed the phone.

“Taylor”

Danny shook his head.

“OK.” He listened to the address given; it wasn’t too far from his apartment. “45 minutes.”

Danny hung up the phone, half smiled as Martin shook his head in sympathy, now leaning on his elbows and forearms he groaned. Then dropped unceremoniously on top of Martin. Danny closed his eyes as Martin let out a whoosh of air. Then he dropped his head on Martin’s shoulder, licking the skin his mouth met there lightly, slightly biting down before he pushed himself off Martin and the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Danny quickly ran thru his morning ablutions. He walked to the bedroom closet, picked out a suit, and found a matching tie. He enjoyed the way Martin’s eyes never left him as he dressed. On his way to the hall he picked up his badge, got his gun out the locker, and his watch off the dresser.

Pausing before he left, he looked back, and leered at the man lounging on his bed. Taking in the wonderful view. “I’d kiss you good bye but your breath stinks, man.”

Chuckling as he ducked a thrown pillow. With one last look at the fine lines now framed on crumpled white sheets and half-hard cock that just begged for his personal attention, he felt his groin tighten. ‘Down boy.’ Grabbing his wallet, glasses, and keys he headed to the train. It would be faster and he could catch a ride with Sam back to HQ.

On the train he had a few minutes to think about Martin.

At first Martin was just the new guy and he’d always be the new guy until he wasn’t anymore. It was just the way things worked. When he first met Martin he didn’t like him. He thought Martin was just another spoiled rich kid. But over the cases Martin had proved himself. Yeah, they went through the same program but you don’t know a person until you worked cases with them. In other departments you got a body then you got a case. In Missing Persons the victim is always considered alive till proven dead. That means every second is critical and mistakes can’t get made. Martin had no history in Missing so he had to prove himself. Yeah, it was childish but that’s life in any squad and you deal.

Despite the drama of “who” Martin was the facts proved one thing Martin was just like any other agent. Martin worked too hard, cared too much, wanted to put the bad guys away, almost by any means necessary, and he got way too involved in his co-workers lives.

Danny was pretty much the same. He cared too much, he worked too hard and sometimes he partied too hard. What he wasn’t, was picky, he liked anyone who liked him. Maybe he’d settle down and raise a family but that was a long ways away. He knew he had issues but who didn’t. He figured he had a good start with the fact that he at least acknowledged he had issues. Funny, it was only the problems that affected his job he actively took care of.

When he first came on to Martin it had been a joke but to his surprise Martin responded and 30 minutes later they were in his apartment going at it like two desperate men. At the time that was probably what they were. Desperate. Two men in dark places, wrestling with demons neither one wanted to acknowledge. There was no intimacy just want and need. Neither of them wanted to be alone and both of them needed to forget. Despite the intensity, or maybe because of it, that first night was pretty incredible.

He didn’t realize how much he needed a good lay until Martin as they say in the hood “laid it down.” Danny shifted a bit in his seat. Just thinking about that night still got him hard.

He never pegged Martin as the type to switch but people surprise you. It was a lesson he thought he had learned being in Missing but he guessed that lesson passed him by when he looked at his co-workers. How many times did they investigate a missing person and find out that they were nothing like what everyone thought them to be. That shy school boy exterior of Martin’s hid a fantastic lover.

Danny couldn’t wipe the grin off his face even if he tried. Last night had been too good. With no pending cases on the block they headed out early and after dinner they headed up to his apartment. It had been awhile and they figured why not. Some more small talk in the apartment and then he had pounced. Not quite swallowing Martin’s last word he had swooped and taken possession of Martin’s mouth. Without breaking the kiss Martin leaned back on the couch and drew him down.

Devouring Martin’s mouth he vaguely realized that this was the first time they were kissing. Their past couplings were hot and fast. Martin’s mouth leaving his to latch on to his nipple brought him back to the present. Leaving him to wonder when did Martin unbutton his shirt and pull up his tee. He relieved himself of those entanglements which gave Martin unfettered access to his chest, which was definitely a good thing. He watched as Martin took the opportunity to pull off his own shirt. He admired Martin’s body, which was usually hidden under jackets and shirts.

Last night he had the chance to mouth Martin’s wonderful abs and nibble on his delectable collarbone. He had spent an inordinate amount of time on Martin’s back and behind. He lavished copious amounts of attention to the delicate curve of Martin’s shoulder blades and the sloping dip of Martin’s spine. He remembered sighing when he finally came up on the arches of two pert globes. Martin has a great ass and besides slipping inside of it Danny wanted to learn it. His mouth filled with the memory of firm yet soft flesh and Martin’s unique taste. Danny relived how he basked in the soft sighs and moans he drew from Martin with his tactile mapping. The gentle and sometimes forceful rocking of the train triggered the sensation of how Martin shivered under his touch.

Very rarely did he ever get the chance to give pleasure to his lovers. Usually they were nameless and faceless. They were just there for a specific purpose and he just didn’t care. Usually sex for him was impersonal. He was very used to the quick, fast, rough, getting off, impersonal fuck. He often used sex as a violent release from too much shit from the job. Sometimes he just needed human contact.

They decided from jump-street that this would be semi-casual. Semi-casual: meaning they were not just fuck buddies. They kept it out of the office. If problems arose they handled it off company time. Job first everything else was secondary. That was the kicker. With wives, husbands, girlfriends, or boyfriends none of them understood that the job always came first. It was one of the reasons Malone was in the middle of a divorce just like so many other agents. With Martin his feelings about the job was understood and mirrored.

Danny had liked the way things were going. Martin had to be one of the longest lovers he ever had or wanted to hold on to in a few years. He knew after last night he had changed the rules. Danny smiled to himself because the best part was that Martin didn’t seem to mind. It seemed that maybe, just maybe, Martin might need ‘this’ as much as he did. Whatever this ‘thing’ might be.

Realizing he was at his stop he got off the train and started walking the two blocks to the scene. On the way he stopped at a deli for a cup of coffee.

Walking toward the crime scene tape that blocked off the area he spotted Sam.

“Hey” Sam offered. Giving Danny the once over. Without a doubt he knew she noticed the grin, the mussed up hair, and his harried dress. “Late night last night?”

Grinning Danny looked up after taking another sip.

“You, know I don’t kiss and tell.”

Sam shook her head and caught him up to speed on the case.