Author: Cathy Roberts
July 4, 2008
Fandom: Without A Trace
Pairing/character: Danny/Martin
Rating: FRM/NC-17
Archive: Please ask first.
Disclaimer: Without A Trace and all its characters are owned by Warner Bros. and CBS. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the Rounds of Kink prompt regarding touch, with touch being the kink, prompted by nicheledres. Follows the story “Oblivious”, but it’s not necessary to read that first.
Summary: Martin needs a bit of help with his feelings. Literally.
Martin’s skin seem to burn as Danny’s finger trailed over it, tracing out new paths and going over old ones, searing the skin with each pass, marking and claiming him. Well, Dad always did say I had too much imagination, Martin thought as the more logical part of his brain kept pointing out that fingers didn’t leave trails of fire on the skin or anywhere else, for that matter. The thing though, was that Martin was tired of listening to the more logical part of his brain. He craved the freedom to listen to the illogical side. Craved being brave enough to just abandon all of his inhibitions and simply feel.
But there was always something within him that kept Martin from enjoying that freedom. Something that held him back and kept him from feeling as if he were ever truly satisfied. Oh, he made sure that he satisfied whomever he was having sex with, Martin would never shortchange someone that way. But he himself could never feel sated or fulfilled. And with Danny, Martin wanted to feel that more than anything else, no matter what it took to get there.
A decision was made, and Martin rolled onto his side and looked questioningly at Danny. The other man had been so receptive to Martin’s roundabout way of announcing his love, and Martin was hoping that Danny would be just as receptive to what he was going to ask now.
The problem though, was how to ask. They’d only been together for less than 24 hours, and those hours had been great. They’d started out with a bit of phone sex and then once Martin reached Danny’s apartment, they’d spent a while kissing and touching and getting used to one another’s touch. Then had come the sex, with them doing almost everything. There were still some things that they hadn’t yet tried, such as anal sex, but it was only Saturday, and they had the rest of the weekend to explore that, if they even got that far before they had to leave for work on Monday morning.
Even though Martin had moved, Danny was still tracing paths over his skin with his finger, and Martin noticed how intent Danny was on that small thing. It wasn’t until Martin reached out and stayed Danny’s hand that Danny looked at him, and the smile that Danny gave him nearly melted Martin’s heart. That had happened a lot so far.
“Danny, would you…” Martin briefly closed his eyes as he worked up the courage to ask for what he wanted. Ah, the Hell with asking, he finally decided. He looked back at Danny, who now looked curious. “Danny, I want you to tie my hands to the bed and have your way with me.”
In Martin’s imagination, this would be the moment that Danny would place a light kiss upon his lips and say that he’d love nothing better, and that Martin could trust him. In reality, Danny simply stared at him, that curious look still on his face. And then he looked worried, and Martin could hear the brakes engaging. This was going to be the moment when Danny asked him to take himself and his kinky ideas home and by the way, Fitzie, don’t ever bother me again.
Martin sighed and started to sit up, but a hand on his upper arm stopped him. “Martin, look at me.”
Danny’s voice was low, but commanding, and Martin was looking before he even had a chance to think about not listening to that command.
“Are you sure you want that?” Danny asked, apprehension clear in his eyes. “I don’t want you asking something like that just because you think that I’ll like it. I want it to be something you really want.”
Martin nodded. “I really do want it. I can’t think of anyone that I’d trust more to do that, Danny.”
Danny grinned, “Thank you. Well then, you’d better get in the middle of the bed, and get comfortable. What’s your preference? Rope, twine, neckties?”
Danny got up from the bed and Martin moved into the middle, a grin on his own face. “Neckties,” he said, not even needing to think about it. “Your favorite neckties.” Martin wanted Danny to use the ones he wore most often, so that every time they saw them, they’d remember this.
“Got it.” Danny went to his closet and quickly returned to the bed with several neckties in hand. He crawled over and straddles Martin’s hips, then dropped the neckties onto Martin’s belly and chest.
“Let’s see, I think I’ll use this one on your right hand. Hold it out for me.” Danny picked the tie up and Martin shivered slightly as a soft whisper of fabric slid over his belly.
Another idea settled in Martin’s brain and he shook his head. “I think you should blindfold me first.”
Danny’s tongue eased out and he wet his lips as he looked down, his dark eyes unreadable. “Damn, Martin. You’re really trying to undo me here. All right, raise your head.”
Martin lifted his head from the mattress and held still as Danny slid the silk material into place, then secured it. Martin could feel the silk brushing against the back of his neck, and the sensation seemed to be a bit more intense now that he was sightless.
“You okay with that?” Danny asked, and there was only a hint of worry in his voice.
Martin nodded. “I’m good. Now tie my hands.”
Apparently Danny had also had an idea, because instead of securing a tie to Martin’s wrist, he had Martin put both hands out, and he tied them together. As Danny worked, Martin realized that he was hyper-aware of everything going on around him. He could feel the muscles of Danny’s thighs move, could hear Danny’s breathing. The sheet beneath him felt slightly coarse against Martin’s bare back, something he’d not noticed before. No 200 count Egyptian cotton sheets in Danny’s place, that was for sure. Martin decided he’d have to correct that, or else they’d have to spend all their nights at his place. Martin didn’t indulge himself in too much luxury, but he did like for his sheets to feel good.
Danny’s body shifted, his hot skin pressing along Martin’s torso. Martin felt his arms being lifted above his head, and then more silk was trailing along his body, ghosting over his already taut nipples.
“Try to move your arms,” Danny commanded. Martin tugged downward, but his arms didn’t move, and Danny seemed pleased by that.
Martin made a small noise of protest as Danny moved off of him. “Don’t complain, I’m not going far,” Danny assured him as he stretched out along side his body.
“You still okay with this?” Danny asked.
“Yeah, it’s good. So, go ahead. Touch me like you were before.”
Danny laughed. “I thought you wanted me to have my way with you?” But even as he asked, he resumed that gentle touching.
“I do,” Martin said. “But I also want you to touch me like that again.” In his mind, he could so easily see the trail of fire that Danny was creating with that wonderful finger. Oh yeah, it was much easier to give into his imagination when he couldn’t actually see what Danny was doing.
Martin’s cock flexed, then began to harden, and Danny chuckled, but Martin didn’t mind the amusement. He sighed and relaxed even more while Danny’s finger drew circles over his belly, and then Danny’s hand slid over him.
“Just a human eraser,” Danny said, and it was Martin’s turn to chuckle.
Danny’s finger moved again, and Martin easily picked up on the fact that Danny was writing something over his chest and down to his belly. He slowly grinned as the letters became words, and the words into a phrase – I love you. And then Martin felt something wet and warm tracing over those letters, and he moaned as he realized it was Danny’s tongue. The texture alone would have been a treat, but toss in the wetness and warmth, and it was enough to nearly undo him.
“God, Danny…”
That tongue wasn’t content to just trace letters, it wanted more. Martin gasped as he felt Danny licking a path from nipple to nipple, circling around each one, and sending electric thrills straight to Martin’s cock. The most amazing thing was that the only part of Danny that was touching him was his tongue. Danny’s hands were nowhere near Martin’s body, and Martin couldn’t even feel Danny pressed against him, meaning that the other man was leaning over to do this. Damn. And double damn.
Then the tongue disappeared, only to take Martin by surprise when it swiped along the outer part of his ear. “You really like this, don’t you?” Danny asked, his breath hot and moist against Martin’s cheek.
“Fuck yeah,” Martin said, not afraid to admit it. His father would probably have a coronary if he knew just how much Martin was enjoying this. Well, provided that knowing that Martin was with another man didn’t make him stroke out to begin with.
Another chuckle from Danny and then that tongue was back at his ear, going from the ear lobe to the slightly pointed tip, and God, but that sent another shiver through him.
“I was reading some story about Elves, and during sex one of them came just from having the other one play with his ears,” Danny softly said. “Makes me wonder if you’re part Elven, Martin, with these pointy ears of yours.”
Martin shivered again, but not from the idea of coming just from having his ear licked, but from Danny’s choice of words. “You said Elven, not Elf. You’ve read Tolkien, haven’t you?”
Danny’s answer was to suck on an ear lobe, which just made Martin moan.
“I think that I’m going to enjoy having my way with you, Fitzie,” Danny said, and then he was once more straddling Martin’s hips, but only long enough for his ass to graze against Martin’s cock, sending shock waves of pleasure up to Martin’s brain. By the time that Martin was able to fully register the sensation, Danny was gone, situated somewhere to Martin’s other side.
Martin then felt a finger move from his now tight ball sac to the tip of his cock and then back again, and his cock twitched, wanting more of that touch. “Yeah,” Danny’s voice was amused, “I’m definitely going to enjoy this.”
And for the first time in his life, Martin knew that he was definitely going to fully enjoy it, too.
The End