Pairing: Danny/Martin
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Notes: I tried to resist but I couldn't!
Disclaimer: They aren't mine more's the pity!
Warnings: None
For those on LJ who encouraged me :b
The Couch
He wasn't sure how they'd reached this point. Didn't know how he'd come to be pressed into the couch by his partner or how their lips had become tangled together. The arm of the couch was digging into his back, his leg was twisted uncomfortably down the side and those were only two reasons why they should stop. They were colleagues. They were Federal Agents for God's sake and somewhere in the back of his head, he could hear his father berating him. Strangely, he was more concerned with what Jack might think.
None of it was enough to make him stop though, not when Danny's tongue was exploring every inch of his mouth. Not when Danny's body was pressing against him, hot and urgent. And definitely not when Danny's pants-covered erection was grinding against his. It was Danny and Martin had wanted this, mostly from the first, but especially from the first genuine smile Danny had flashed his way.
His name was breathed into his mouth then Danny reared back. He felt a split second of panic, then his pants were being tugged open and yanked down along with his underwear and Martin lifted his hips to help out. He was rewarded with that smile and his cock throbbed needily.
Straddling his legs, although his ankles were trapped by his pants anyway, Danny fisted his dick and stared at him as he stroked. There was something strangely hot about being half naked and jacked off on the couch by his fully dressed and somehow still pristine-looking partner. Or maybe it was just the way Danny was looking at him with heat and hunger, like Martin was all he wanted.
He wasn't sure he believed that, but he wasn't sure if he cared at that moment, not with Danny's tight grip twisting and sliding up and down. It felt unbelievable, but he wanted more, wanted to see if Danny's mouth could get any hotter.
“Suck me.”
Danny looked surprised for a moment. They were the first words he'd spoken since this had started, Danny probably hadn't expected what had bordered on an order. He recovered quickly, smirking at Martin.
“Ask me nice.”
His grip tightened and Martin groaned. He didn't want to give in but Danny licked his lips and, God, what other choice did he have?
“Please, Danny.”
Danny smirked again and shifted backwards. He bent over and glanced up at Martin as he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of his cock. And fuck, he wasn't going to last if Danny kept teasing him like that.
“Please!”
Danny grinned wide, then swallowed him. Fuck! The heat and slick was so much better than he'd anticipated. Martin bit his lip and forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch those hot lips wrapped round his dick, sliding up and down, slow, deep strokes. The head of his cock bumped Danny's throat and suddenly, he was completely buried in his partner's mouth.
“Oh fuck!”
Danny hummed in what Martin just knew was smug self-satisfaction but he couldn't bring himself to care because Danny was doing something with his tongue that had to be illegal.
He could feel the pressure building in his groin, tension growing in his belly and it was too soon. He wanted to stay in Danny's mouth, wanted that slick slide of heat round his cock forever. But it was too good and it was Danny.
Hands that had been gripping his hips moved suddenly and Danny slipped one between his legs, rubbing against his opening. With a groan of pure need, Martin tried to widen his legs. Danny smiled again and pushed inside him, one finger, but enough to send Martin over the edge. Light exploded behind his eyes and he arched up, tension melting into utter pleasure as he came, shooting into Danny's smirking mouth.
Collapsing back as the tremors eased, he realised Danny had pushed another finger into his body and was fucking him slowly, just brushing his prostate to give him aftershocks of orgasm.
“Fuck me.”
Again, there was a moment of surprise, like Danny really wasn't expecting him to want it. Again, it was covered quickly.
“Ask me nice.”
He grinned and clenched his ass down around Danny's fingers. “Fuck me.”
The look on Danny's face was the hottest he'd ever seen and his cock twitched.
“Shit, Martin.”
“Fuck me hard, right now.”
“Fuck!”
He could see the tent in Danny's pants jerk, loved that he was the one provoking a reaction for a change.
“You got any stuff.”
He nodded and pointed. “Bathroom.”
Danny pulled free, leaving him feeling empty and aching but he bit back a groan.
“Get undressed.”
He sat up and pulled off his shirt, then kicked off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear. It would have been easier to move things to the bedroom but he was reluctant to. He wanted Danny to fuck him on the couch, that way it wouldn't be too serious if nothing came of it.
Danny was naked when he got back. He couldn't help staring. Danny was gorgeous all over but his cock was beautiful; flushed, straining, dripping. Martin felt his own cock start to harden again. He pulled his knees back to his chest and Danny reached out, stroking down the back of his thigh almost tenderly. Martin shivered.
“Hurry.”
Danny's smirk was back and slick fingers pressed straight into him. He gasped and pushed back against the invading digits. They stretched and stroked, scissoring inside him until he was panting, desperate for more. He reached down and wrenched the condom from Danny's hand, ripping it open urgently.
“Easy, Martin.” Danny took the condom and rolled it onto his dick quickly. He loomed over Martin, bracing himself on the arm of the couch. The head of Danny's cock pushed into him, hot and thick, the stretch burning. Martin groaned and tugged at his partner's hips to pull him all the way inside.
“Martin!”
“Fuck me!”
“You asked for it.” Danny eased back slowly, then slammed forward.
A flash of pain flowed into pleasure as Danny didn't stop, just pulled back and thrust into him again and then again and God it was so good. Long, smooth strokes filled him over and over, not quite fast enough and he wrapped his legs round Danny's waist.
“Harder.”
Danny groaned and he surged into Martin, dropping his head against Martin's shoulder. Hot tongue slid up his neck and Martin shivered, ass clenching down almost painfully around the cock inside him.
“Fuck Martin!”
Finally, finally Danny really started fucking him, pounding into his ass desperate and urgent, moaning loudly. He rocked into every hard stroke, shuddering as Dany hit his prostate each time. He was going to come again without even touching his cock.
Danny lifted his head and met his gaze before kissing him. That smooth tongue slid into his mouth and Martin came, bucking up against his partner, shuddering with pleasure. Danny jerked harder and harder into him then suddenly, he plunged deep and made a noise that would have made Martin come on the spot if he hadn't already come twice. Danny collapsed, panting against Martin's neck.
He waited, wondering what was going to happen. After all, it wasn't as if he'd even expected this, he had no idea how Danny would react now. But he slid his hand up to Danny's shoulder and squeezed gently.
“Martin?”
“Yeah?” He wasn't worried. He wasn't.
“Can we move this to the bedroom? We're both too old to do it on the couch twice.”
Martin snorted, why had he been worried again? “That confident are we?”
“Tell me you don't want to do that again, as often as possible.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then let's go.” Danny eased out of his body and stood up, pulling the condom off as he walked to the door completely unconcerned with his nakedness.
It wasn't exactly talking, but Martin knew Danny pretty well by now and it was enough. He got up and followed his partner to the bedroom with a grin.
end