Author: Cathy Roberts
Date: July 3, 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. Contains small spoiler for Season 1.
Summary: A confession of feelings takes Danny by surprise.
It had been another long case, but Danny hadn’t realized just how tired he was until he was on the subway home and finally noticed that there was something in the pocket of his suit jacket.
He reached inside and pulled out a CD in a jewel case. It wasn’t one bought in a store, but was homemade, and obviously for him since the cover carried the title “4 Danny” in thick black letters on a light blue background. Danny opened the case and saw that the inside of the cover held a listing of song titles. A homemade music CD then, but from whom? And why?
A smile formed as he read the artists and titles:
Jim Croce – I’ll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
The Beatles – I Saw Her Standing There
The Police – Don’t Stand So Close To Me
Romeo Void – Never Say Never
Cheap Trick – I Want You To Want Me
The Beatles – Love Me Do
The Beatles – Eight Days A Week
Bad Company – Feel Like Making Love
Johnny Cash – Ring of Fire
Blondie – Atomic
Lene Lovich – Lucky Number
Berlin – Sex (I’m A…)
Patti Smith Group – Because The Night
U2 – Dancing Barefoot
Whoever had made the CD had a varied taste in music, that much was obvious. Lene Lovich? Who the Hell was THAT? And while Danny thought that he’d heard of Romeo Void, he couldn’t quite place the person or group. And it looked as if all of the songs had to do with love or sex, which went back to the question of who made the CD. Someone was obviously sending him a message, but for the life of him, Danny couldn’t figure out who would have come into the office and left this in his jacket. The only women he’d seen all day besides Samantha and Vivian had been the people they’d interviewed and then their missing person once she’d been found.
As his stop neared, Danny was still musing over the puzzle of who had created the CD. The only things he’d come up with was that it was either Samantha, and Lord knew she’d never given him any hint of these kinds of feelings, or another female agent. And then there was the one little bit of hope that it had been Martin, but Danny shook his head, knowing that that wouldn’t be possible. Martin Fitzgerald was firmly heterosexual and definitely interested in pursuing long-legged blondes to bear his babies. But, Martin was geeky enough to not only know of the Patti Smith Group and Blondie, but to also like them. If nothing else, then the fantasy that the CD came from Martin was a good one, and Danny held onto that as he exited the train and made his way home.
Danny walked into his apartment and headed directly for the CD player, putting the gift in and hitting play. On most nights he liked to use the random feature when listening to his music, but he needed to hear this one in order. Instead of rushing to get changed out of his suit, Danny sat down on the couch and let the music and lyrics wash over him.
There was definitely a pattern to the song selection. The first songs spoke of almost tentative feelings, new feelings. Then those feelings grew stronger, turning into passion, a passion that culminated with the lover almost worshipping the man he or she loved.
Then came a pause, and Danny waited for the CD to come to an end, but another song came on, one not on the list. He chuckled as another Blondie song began, “Call Me”. Oh yeah, he was definitely being sent a message, and someone was apparently waiting for his call. But who?
Danny picked up the CD case and looked at it closely, looking for some other clue as to who made it for him, but all he could see on the front was that silly title. Reminded him of the Spaulding case and the CD that Andy Deaver had made for the girl he liked. What was her name again? Phyllis? No, Phoebe. And the kid had made a clever title for it, “Phor Phoebe”.
Martin had told Danny about playing that CD on Jack’s orders the night that he and Jack were transporting Spaulding to New York. Okay, if the title was a clue, then it pointed toward Martin. And Danny would feel like an idiot if he called Martin to thank him for the CD and invite him over to explore these feelings only to discover that Martin had no clue as to what he was talking about.
So, back to looking for a clue as to the real sender. Danny looked again at the playlist. Nothing but the artists and song names, and then a bit down at the bottom about the month and year created, and then some numbers. Danny grinned as he placed a hyphen in those numbers and came up with a familiar phone number.
Danny got to his feet and went to the CD player, hitting the repeat button. He then pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial, his grin almost painful as he waited for that familiar voice to answer.
“Hey Danny, what’s up?”
“Me, courtesy of your CD compilation. So, do you think you can find your way over here to do something about it?”
There was a silence on the other end, and Danny’s grin faltered as he began to think that he’d reached the wrong conclusion. Then Martin laughed and Danny felt warm all over as his fantasy began to turn into reality.
“I think I can be there in about twenty minutes, longer if you want me to get out of my suit.”
“Twenty minutes is good, and I can take care of getting you out of your suit.” Danny then turned serious. “That is, if you’re sure about this.”
“I’m sure. I just…I just couldn’t find the right words to tell you, Danny. I know this was cheating, but…”
Danny hated the sound of uncertainty in Martin’s voice, and he hurried to reassure his friend, and future lover. “It was a great idea, Martin. I loved each song and you’ll have to tell me later why you chose each one. And when you managed to sneak it into my pocket.”
Martin laughed, “That was the easy part.” Danny could hear the sound of a door closing and his heart raced as he realized that Martin was already on his way to him.
“I still want to hear all about it, right after I get done telling you how I feel,” Danny replied, hoping that the warmth and love in his voice was being heard on the other end.
“I’m looking forward to it already. So, what song do you like best?” There was definitely a smile in Martin’s voice, and that made Danny feel warm all over.
“I think that my favorite song is going to be the one that’s playing when we finally both say the words that we’re hinting so hard about,” Danny honestly replied. “And then it’ll be replaced by whatever song is playing when we make love.”
“Thinking that far ahead, are you?” There was noise in the background, and Danny could easily envision Martin entering the subway station.
“Hell, Martin, I’m already thinking ahead to morning sex!” Danny said with a laugh.
“Ah, so it’s a good thing that I grabbed a change of clothing before I left my place. So, tell me, once we’ve said those words that we’re hinting so hard about, what will you do then?”
Danny laughed as he decided to take Martin up on the unspoken offer of phone sex. “Well, we’ll be sitting here on my couch while we’re talking. And once those words have been said, I’ll lean toward you, resting one hand on your thigh and the other against your cheek. You’ll lean toward me, placing a hand against my chest to steady yourself, and your other hand will mimic mine as you caress my cheek. Our lips will meet, tentatively at first, because we still won’t be quite sure about things. And then I’ll lightly lick your lips, getting that first taste. You’ll like that and want more, and you’ll press your mouth tightly against mine, your tongue pushing against my lips. I’ll be coy at first, denying you entrance, but when I decide to see if I can get my tongue in your mouth, you’ll sneak yours inside of mine, taking me pleasantly by surprise. My cock, which will have gotten half hard while we were talking, will get fully hard, and the hand that I’ve got on your thigh will move higher and inward, until I’ve got it pressed against your erection.”
The background noise changed while Danny was speaking, and Martin sounded a bit breathless as he replied, “Go on.”
Danny glanced at his watch and hoped that now that rush hour was over that Martin was on a fairly deserted train. If not, then the man was definitely playing with fire by asking Danny to give full rein to his fantasies.
“We’ll kiss for so long that we’ll both run out of breath. We’ll slowly break it off, but our faces will be close, very close. We’ll both be breathing heavily, and then we’ll kiss again. This time though, our hands will be busy, undoing buttons and belts and zippers. I’ll gasp into your mouth when I feel you touching my cock, and then I’ll make you moan as I lightly run my thumb over your cockhead. You’ll already be leaking pre-cum for me, because you’ve been hard for so long, ever since the trip over to my place. You’re hard now, aren’t you, Martin?” Danny’s voice grew husky with the last part and he pressed the heel of his palm against his own erection, easily picturing Martin doing the same.
“Oh, yeah, I’m hard for you, Danny. I’m hard for you and because of you several times a day. And you’ve never once noticed. And people call me oblivious.” Martin’s voice was just as husky, and that sent a thrill through Danny.
“Maybe you weren’t obvious enough, Fitzie,” Danny said. “Because, you know I’ve got these great powers of deduction, being a trained F.B.I. Agent and all that. I’ll give you an example. Right now, I’m deducing that you’re seated in the last seat in the last car of the train, where no one can see you. You’re slumped in the seat, your legs spread and your hand pressed against your cock, but you’re wishing it was my hand. You’re already imagining me between your legs, my tongue on you, your fingers threaded through my hair as I begin to suck you. And, might I add here, that it’s really not fair for you to get something close to a buzz cut right when you decide to tell me how you feel. What am I supposed to grab when I need to hold you in place while you’re sucking me dry?”
Martin laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Once I get my mouth on your cock, I’m not going anywhere, so you won’t need to hold me in place. And now, I think that it would be in my best interest to end this call, or I’m not going to be able to walk off this train once it reaches your station.”
“Yeah, that’s probably best,” Danny reluctantly agreed. “I’ll see you soon.”
The call ended, and Danny rested his head against the back of the couch. Martin would be there soon. Martin, the man that he’d been lusting after since the first time he saw him almost fourteen months ago. He’d tried hard to not like Martin, but the guy just grew on him, and friendship overcame that initial lust. Danny had never dreamt that he could actually have Martin, so he had determined that friendship would be the best they could manage. And while a part of him wondered if they’d wasted time by not pursuing this earlier, another part of him was glad that they had the friendship established first. It was going to make the loving so much sweeter.
Speaking of the loving, Danny realized that he didn’t have any lube. There wasn’t time to run to a store to buy some, either. Which meant that unless Martin came bearing gifts, they were going to have to make do with something else.
Danny headed to his bedroom and went to his nightstand, double-checking that he had plenty of condoms. Then he went into his bathroom, looking for a suitable lube substitute. He found some hand lotion under the sink, but couldn’t remember ever using it. He sniffed at it, then squirted some out, and his nose wrinkled at the consistency of the stuff. Nope, it really wouldn’t do at all. He chucked it into the wastebasket and headed for the kitchen. Some sort of oil would have to do, even if it did end up staining his sheets. Martin was definitely worth stained sheets.
With the bottles of safflower and olive oil set out on the counter, Danny returned to the living room and found himself singing along with Patti Smith. This night was definitely going to belong to lovers, he thought to himself, and then he grinned as the thought of Martin Fitzgerald being in love with him registered once more.
Then there was a knock on the door, and Danny’s eyes got wide. This was it, the moment of truth, the time when he could turn back by ignoring Martin’s knock. As if.
Danny opened the door and was glad to see that it really was Martin standing there, and not some neighbor looking to borrow something or to ask him to water a plant or feed a cat. Martin carried an overnight bag in one hand and for a moment Danny wondered if he’d stuffed his suit in there, and then he remembered that it was Friday night, and they weren’t due at work the next day. Morning sex, noon sex, afternoon sex, Saturday night sex; all kinds of sex were looming in Danny’s future.
He stepped aside and gestured for Martin to come in. “You made good time.”
“I think the phone call made the time go by faster,” Martin replied. He dropped the bag and moved into Danny’s space, closing the space between them with ease. “I know this isn’t the couch, but I don’t think I can wait for the couch. Danny Taylor, I love you. I really and truly love you.”
Danny grinned, not caring at all that his door was still open. “I really and truly love you, Martin Fitzgerald.” He pushed the door closed, but his attention was fully on Martin’s face as they leaned toward one another. Their lips met, but not tentatively as he’d imagined, but passionately right from the get-go. And there was panting when the kiss ended, but because they’d been busy kissing and undressing one another, and not because of lack of air.
As they headed for the bedroom, armed with the tube of lubricant that Martin had remembered to bring with him, Danny found himself thinking that being oblivious to what Martin had been trying to show him was perhaps not such a bad thing. Anything that could make the unflappable Martin Fitzgerald turn into such a passionate and hungry lover could never, ever be a bad thing.
The End