Author: Cathy Roberts
Date: July 5, 2008
Fandom: Without A Trace
Pairing/character: Danny/Martin
Rating: FRAO/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: This directly follows the stories “Oblivious” and “No More Holding Back”, but it’s not necessary to read those in order to follow along with this one. Written for the Rounds of Kink prompt “a lazy Sunday spent off work”, the kink being domesticity, prompted by nicheledres.
Summary: The boys spend a lazy Sunday morning at Danny’s place. Smut ensues.
Waking from a good dream, Danny smiled and stretched, letting the memory of the dream linger a bit longer. Or better yet, let the memories of what had already happened that weekend take the place of the dream, because they were so much better.
Danny still couldn’t believe the turn his life had taken on Friday night. It had all started when he’d realized that someone had slipped a CD case into the pocket of his suit coat, a homemade CD that contained love songs. There were a few songs that had nothing at all to do with love and plenty of lust, but those were good, too. Then he figured out that Martin had been behind the whole thing. One phone call to Martin, and the next thing Danny knew, Martin was in his apartment and they were kissing and naked and touching and coming and kissing and touching and coming.
They’d spent all night together, and then all day Saturday as well. And what a day Saturday had been! Martin had shocked the Hell out of him by asking to be tied to the bed and then blindfolded, and Danny had spent hours doing the other thing Martin had suggested – having his way with him. Despite knowing that Martin trusted him to watch his back at work, Danny had still been taken aback with the knowledge that Martin trusted him enough to be tied down and blindfolded.
Danny wasn’t sure what was on the agenda for coming day. While they’d done a lot of things sex-wise, they still hadn’t fucked one another, and that surprised him, too. He’d been with guys before, and was okay with being fucked, even though he preferred to be the proverbial top. And he sensed that Martin had been with other guys before, too. A guy just didn’t suck cock like that if he’d never done it before. But of all the things that they’d talked about so far, neither one of them had brought up past experiences, so Danny had no idea if Martin preferred being on the giving or receiving end of things.
There was one thing Danny knew, and that was that Martin couldn’t go two days without his morning run. Which was why Danny was lingering in bed, alone, on a Sunday morning. He opened his eyes and glanced at the window, frowning slightly as he saw beads of water hitting the window pane and quickly sliding down. A wet and gray Sunday morning, and Martin was out there running in it.
Then Danny’s smile returned as he realized that a wet and chilled Martin would need warming up. A lot of warming up. “I can definitely handle warming you up, Fitzie,” Danny said, and he ran his hand over his chest, thinking about all the things they could do that would end up with Martin hot and sweaty. He glanced at the bedside clock, trying to remember what time it had been when Martin had awakened him to let him know he was going running. Danny had merely grunted a response and then gone back to sleep, not fully registering what Martin was saying. Okay, so he was clueless as to the time, but he did remember seeing daylight, so it couldn’t have been that long ago.
Wishing that Martin would get back soon, Danny couldn’t help but grin as he heard his front door open, quickly followed by Martin’s voice cheerily calling out, “Lucy, I’m home.”
Chuckling, Danny climbed out of bed and headed for the living room. “I think you’ve got it backwards, my friend. I’m the Cuban, which would make you Lucy.”
But the living room was empty, but Martin hadn’t gone far. “Ah,” he called from the kitchen, “But you’re not a band leader, and I did play in a band once. So, that makes you Lucy.”
Danny leaned against the door jamb and grinned as he watched Martin empty a large paper bag. As he’d feared, Martin was more than damp, he was definitely wet. “There’s not a red hair on my body, Fitzie, so I guess that we both have to settle for being Ricky. What did you buy?”
“I checked the fridge and your cabinets before I headed out, and found them sorely lacking. I think we ate everything good, and I really didn’t want to go back out for breakfast or lunch, so I got some stuff for making omelets and then sandwiches for lunch. I figure we could play dinner by ear.”
“Good idea. But I think that we need to get you warmed up and dry before we even think about breakfast. And first thing is to get you out of those wet clothes.” Danny stepped over to Martin and took the paper bag from him. “I’ll put these away, you go get undressed and get the shower going.”
Martin looked Danny’s naked body over and grinned as his gaze lingered on Danny’s half hard cock. “I’m guessing that I won’t be showering alone?”
“You’d be guessing right. Now get,” Danny slapped Martin’s butt. “I don’t want you getting sick on me.”
“Oh, I’d never get sick on you, Ricky,” Martin said with a wink. As Martin headed out of the kitchen, Danny began to put the food away, approving of the choices.
He had just put the eggs in the refrigerator when he heard the water start in the bathroom. Hurrying, Danny reached the bathroom in time to watch Martin finish stripping. “We’ll toss those in the dryer,” Danny said as he used his foot to push the wet clothing away.
“Hopefully it won’t be raining tomorrow morning. I was planning on running to the train station.” Martin leaned over to test the water and Danny stepped closer, pressing his groin against Martin’s backside. With Monday would come the need for Martin to go home to dress for work, and for them to try their best to not let their co-workers know that the weekend had happened.
“We definitely need to get you warm,” Danny said as the chill from Martin’s skin made goose bumps break out on his skin, too. He ran his hands up and down Martin’s sides. “I don’t know if jogging is healthy when you come home cold like this.”
Martin straightened up and turned around to face Danny. “I don’t jog, I run. Running keeps you warmer.”
“If that’s true, then I’d hate to see what you’d feel like if you’d been jogging. Now, turn the shower on and get in there. While I like rubbing your skin, I don’t think that I can get you as warm as the water can.”
Martin grinned and pushed his hips against Danny, his erection evident. “Oh, I don’t know about that. From where I’m standing, your hands are doing a great job. I’m feeling hot already.”
Danny smirked as he reached down to grasp Martin’s cock, “Well, then they can do an even better job in the shower. C’mon.”
They turned on the shower and began the task of getting Martin warm, which soon lead to quite a few other things, but not the one thing that Danny had been wondering about. Funny though, how Martin had avoided the topic of fucking yet had packed lubricant. Granted, the lube had gotten some use, but not the use that Danny wanted to make of it. Still, blowing each other in the shower was a nice way to start the day, and it definitely resulted with Martin being quite warm by the time they were done.
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“Out,” Martin said, using his body to block the door as Danny tried to enter the kitchen. “I’m cooking breakfast; you take care of the laundry.”
“Hey, it’s my kitchen, remember? I should be the one cooking for you.” Danny didn’t try to push his way past, but he didn’t seem to be backing down, either.
“You can make lunch,” Martin replied.
“You bought stuff for sandwiches for lunch, that’s not much to make.”
Damn, but Danny was pouting about it. Martin was half tempted to give in and let Danny have his way, but back when he’d decided on omelets for breakfast it had been because it was one thing he did well. “A good host should always bow to the will of his guest.” Hell, Martin knew he was the king of pouting, his dad had told him that often enough.
They stared at each other, both of them pouting, and then Danny sighed. “Fine. I’ll do laundry.” He started to turn away, then stopped and grinned. “And none of your crazy messes in there, Lucy.”
Martin rolled his eyes, but he didn’t move from the kitchen doorway until Danny was out of sight. It didn’t take him long to find where Danny had stored everything, and Martin was soon chopping onions, tomatoes and mushrooms. He’d also bought a habanera pepper to add in, remembering that Danny liked a bit of a kick to some of his food, but he was waiting to chop that last.
“Don’t you need eggs for omelets?”
Martin jumped at the suddenness of the voice behind him, and the knife slipped, slicing into his finger. “Damn!” Martin quickly stuck the finger into his mouth, sucking hard as he turned around to look accusingly at Danny. “’u cud’ve a’d som’thin’.”
Danny looked puzzled, then he shrugged, “Sorry, I thought you heard me walking in. Here.” He grabbed Martin by the elbow and pulled him over to the sink. After turning on the hot water, Danny pushed Martin’s hand under it, then pumped out some soap from the dispenser that sat on the edge of the sink. “It’s anti-bacterial soap,” Danny said as he began to rub the soap over the injured finger and the rest of the hand.
“See? This is why you should still be doing laundry and leaving the cooking to me,” Martin said. A part of him wanted to yank his hand away and insist that he could take care of his own injuries. But a bigger part of him liked that Danny was taking care of him, so he decided to once more let Danny have his way.
“Maybe I like a bit of blood with my eggs,” Danny said, and there was a definitely gleam in his eyes.
“Vampire.”
“Klutz.”
“I wouldn’t have cut myself if you hadn’t been sneaking around.”
“It’s my apartment and therefore impossible for me to be the one doing the sneaking around. If you’d have let me make breakfast in the first place, then you wouldn’t be hurt right now.”
All levity left Martin at that statement, and he looked carefully at Danny, trying to see if the man really was that upset that he hadn’t been allowed in his own kitchen. Danny had his attention on Martin’s hand, and without being able to see Danny’s eyes, Martin felt lost. He yanked his hand out of the water and reached for a paper towel. “Sorry.”
Martin wrapped the towel around his finger and started out of the kitchen, but found himself pulled back as Danny grabbed his right arm. “Whoa, Fitzie. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.”
“No, you’re right, Danny. It’s your kitchen and I had no right to tell you to stay out. You know, maybe we’ve just spent too much time together in one go? Too much, too soon?”
Martin started to walk away again, and this time found himself roughly turned around to face Danny. There was no question now that Danny was upset. Shaking his head, Danny started to speak, then changed his mind and kissed him instead. Danny’s arm was wrapped around Martin’s waist, holding him close, and his other hand had a firm grip on the back of Martin’s neck, holding him in place. Martin held his injured hand to the side, but he put his right arm around Danny’s shoulders, not wanting to let him go, especially if this was a ‘goodbye’ kiss.
The next thing Martin knew, he was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, with Danny pressed against him, both of them hard. He pulled on the hem of Danny’s T-shirt, wondering why they’d bothered to get dressed after the shower. Friday night and Saturday had shown them that they didn’t stay dressed for very long around each other.
“Take it off,” Martin insisted once the kiss ended, and Danny quickly obeyed.
Martin shook his head, “No, take it all off. I want you now, Danny.” Martin’s own cock was pressing hard against his jeans, and he could tell by the bulge in Danny’s pants that he was just as hard.
Danny tossed his shirt to the floor and looked intently back at him. “How do you want me? Tell me what you want, Martin.”
Martin swallowed as he watched Danny’s fingers undo the buttons of his jeans, quickly exposing his cock to the cool air of the kitchen. “I want you to fuck me,” Martin said, knowing that he was ready to take that last step.
Danny kicked his jeans to the side, then reached to undo the buttons of Martin’s jeans, but his eyes were watching Martin’s face. “Have you been fucked before?”
Martin nodded as he got to his feet, glad that they’d both foregone putting on underwear earlier, since it made getting undressed that much faster. “It’s been a while, though. But I’ve done it. Why? You like doing that, don’t you?” Please God, don’t let Danny be a dedicated bottom, Martin silently pleaded.
Danny grinned. “Oh, yeah, I like doing that. I just wasn’t sure what you liked. Fucking was one thing we never got around to talking about all weekend, you know.”
“Why talk about it when you can be doing it?” Martin quickly replied. “There’re condoms in my bag, but I don’t remember where you left the lube.”
Danny tossed Martin’s jeans to the floor. “I know where it is. Get that shirt off and stay right here.” Danny was almost running as he left the kitchen.
Martin grinned as he pulled off his T-shirt, the winced slightly as the material rubbed against his cut. He was once more sucking on that finger when Danny returned, and Martin laughed because Danny had grabbed the whole condom box.
“I’ve got a bandage for you, too,” Danny said as he dumped the tube of lube and the condoms on the table. “Hold out your finger.”
Martin let Danny play nurse, and he grabbed the lube while Danny was fussing with the bandage. Using his teeth, he opened the flip top, then squeezed a generous amount out over his own cock. “Better hurry with that, or I’m going to be forced to get myself ready, and I really don’t think you want to miss out on that.”
Danny grinned and grasped his own cock, giving it a slow caress. “I don’t know, Fitzie. The idea of watching you getting yourself ready for me turns me on.”
Martin considered that for a moment, then decided that his current desires overrode the idea of putting on a show for Danny. “We’ll save that for later. Right now, I want to feel your fingers on me and in me. Unless you just want to get right to it.” Even though it had been a few years since Martin had last been fucked by another man, he wasn’t going to turn Danny down if he wanted to skip the preparations. He’d been waiting all weekend for this, and felt more than ready to handle Danny’s cock.
Danny’s eyes darkened, and he pushed Martin until he was once more seated on the table, then he kept moving forward until he was between Martin’s legs. “I’d never risk hurting you,” he said, and then the twinkle was back in his eyes. “At least, not that way. Now, if you were asking me to spank that fine ass of yours, then I wouldn’t hesitate to give you a little pain.”
Martin’s cock twitched at that idea, and he grinned up at Danny. “We’ll save that for later, too.” Danny still wasn’t touching him, so Martin began to stroke his own cock, spreading the lubricant down it and over his ball sac, and making himself moan as much from the look on Danny’s face as from how good it felt.
“Mine,” Danny growled, pushing Martin’s hand aside and taking over the task of spreading the lube around. “All mine.”
“I’m not gonna argue with that,” Martin replied. He reclined on the table and rested his head on the tabletop, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the feeling of Danny’s fingers as they gently probed the perineum, then slipped inside to slowly stretch him. While Martin enjoyed being fucked, he also enjoyed the prep work, especially when his partner took a long time with it. But, as good as it felt right then, Martin wanted Danny’s cock even more, and he was torn between just enjoying this and demanding that Danny hurry up and just fuck him already.
“Don’t think you’re going to get away with being lazy,” Danny said. Martin felt something hit his stomach and he raised his head to see the condom box resting there. “Get one out and open it for me.”
“Bossy when you’re getting ready to fuck, aren’t you?” Martin asked as he reached for the box.
“I prefer to think of myself as extremely focused when I’m getting ready to make love, thank you very much.” Danny squeezed more lube onto his fingers and Martin was soon gasping as those long fingers slipped further inside his body.
“Keep that up and I’ll never be able to open this,” Martin said as he tore a condom packet away from the rest of them, then tossed the rest aside.
“No condom and this is all of me that you’ll be getting inside this tight ass,” Danny quickly replied, but the look in his eyes was telling Martin that he’d better get that packet open or else.
Martin kept his gaze on Danny’s eyes as he lifted the foil packet to his mouth and slowly ripped it open with his teeth. He held the condom out toward Danny. “That tight ass of mine is more than ready for you. C’mon, Taylor, gimme me all you’ve got.”
Danny groaned, but he took the condom and quickly rolled it over his cock and then positioned himself so that Martin could feel just the tip of the cockhead pressed against him. “You sure you’re ready?”
Martin tightened the sphincter muscles, knowing that Danny could feel that against his cockhead. “I’m sure.”
Danny nodded, then pushed Martin’s legs up and back before moving himself forward. Martin kept his head raised, looking down to where Danny’s cock was now beginning to disappear. Watching his lover bury his cock inside of him had always been a big turn on for Martin, and with Danny it seemed even more intense. Sure, it burned at first as Danny breached the entrance, but Martin had been right about feeling ready, and he was relaxed enough that the burn didn’t last long at all.
“You like watching that?” Danny asked, his voice husky.
“Oh, yeah,” Martin replied and he contracted those muscles again, just to see how Danny would react. He grinned as Danny came to a stop and moaned out loud. “I like watching that. I like watching you. What about you? Do you like watching that?”
Danny looked down, then nodded before he looked back up at Martin’s face. “You’re all mine, Martin.”
“Looks like you’re all mine,” Martin replied, then he looked down to where they were now joined. Danny wasn’t quite all of the way in, but he was close, and Martin would soon be feeling those heavy balls resting against his ass. “Guess we’ll both have to be each other’s, huh?”
Danny shoved home the last bit, groaning as he came to rest. He leaned forward to kiss Martin, and Martin wrapped his hand around Danny’s neck to keep him from moving away. “Fuck me now,” Martin whispered right before their lips met. He moaned into Danny’s mouth as he felt Danny’s hips begin to move, and even though it was awkward due to their respective positions and being on the table, Martin did his best to move along with him, knowing that with both of them having orgasmed recently, this was going to last a while.
It didn’t take long for them to find a common rhythm, moving slowly at first, so that they could use their hands on one another. Nothing seemed off limits. Lips were sucked, nipples rubbed and slightly twisted, ear lobes licked. Martin tried to stroke himself in time with Danny’s thrusts, but after a moment or two, Danny decided to have none of that, and he took over, once more proclaiming that Martin was ‘his’. Martin didn’t protest too much. The weekend had already shown him that Danny had excellent skills when it came to jerking off another guy. Martin hooked one leg around Danny, using it to pull Danny against him with each thrust, as if they could somehow get Danny further inside of him.
They didn’t bother with talking, both too busy with the other noises associated with making love. They’d both moan, groan and grunt, and Martin found himself whimpering quite a bit since Danny seemed to hit that right spot on every other thrust. And so when Martin felt his toes beginning to curl and that familiar warmth began to pool in his groin, he was a bit surprised to hear himself calling out Danny’s name, and then he was coming, and Danny was stroking harder and still thrusting and Martin felt as if he’d never stop coming. But stop he did, and once more found his lips being kissed and nibbled on.
“So fucking beautiful Martin,” Danny whispered against his mouth. “So damn fucking beautiful.”
Martin smiled and let his body fall back to the table, too spent to hold himself up any longer. He watched as Danny’s eyes fluttered closed, and then Danny’s hips began to move at a speed that no human really should be able to move at, and he called out in Spanish as he thrust home hard and then came to a stop. Danny then kept repeating “Martin” over and over as he made a few quick thrusts, and then he collapsed forward, coming to a rest on Martin’s body. Martin felt then that Danny had been wrong, because from his vantage point, Danny had been the beautiful one as he’d reached his orgasm, and Martin knew he could never hold a candle to anyone that gorgeous.
Martin wrapped his arms around Danny, holding him close. “I love you.”
Danny moved his head and began to nuzzle Martin’s neck. “I love you, too. And I must admit that I think you make breakfast way better than I do.”
Martin smacked Danny’s butt and laughed, “I’ll hold you to that statement, Taylor. From now on, I’m the only one who gets to make breakfast when we wake up together.”
Martin shivered as he felt Danny lick at his neck. “And I’ll hold you to that, Fitzgerald. My place or your place, we wake up together, you cook breakfast.”
“Right. I’ll have you know that I can whip up a mean bowl of cereal.”
“As long as you don’t try to feed me cheeseburgers first thing in the morning, we’ll be cool.” Danny finally pushed himself up and began to withdraw. “Damn, but you made a mess,” Danny said as he gestured to the semen that seemed to coat both of their chests and bellies.
“I just cook,” Martin said as he propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Danny took care of throwing the condom away. “I don’t clean.”
“No problem.” Danny stepped back over to the table and reached out for him. The next thing Martin knew, he was hanging over Danny’s shoulder and they were headed out of the kitchen.
“Danny!” Martin struggled to get put down. “I can walk just fine.”
“Quit squirming and just enjoy the ride.”
“Put me down and I’ll quit squir…” Martin lost his train of thought as a hand slapped down on his bare butt.
“Quiet.”
Martin made a face, but kept quiet as Danny continued through the apartment. Of course, having Danny’s bare butt at eye level was mostly behind the reason he was quiet. Reaching down, Martin began to caress the skin in front of him, moving his fingers closer and closer to the cleft between those finely formed butt cheeks. Just as he was about to see if Danny liked having something in his ass, Martin found himself being placed back on his feet.
Danny shook his finger at him, “None of that playing around. A quick shower and then back to making breakfast. At the rate we’re going, it’ll be time for me to make lunch before you ever get that omelet done.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who interrupted the omelet making,” Martin said. “Not that I minded the result of the interruption, but I could do without the cut.” He held the injured finger up, and Danny carefully took the finger and lifted Martin’s hand to his lips, then placed a kiss over the bandage.
“I could do without you getting hurt, too. But the rest was pretty damn great, wasn’t it?” Danny had a shit-eating grin on his face, and Martin couldn’t help but grin in return.
“It was the best kitchen table sex that I’ve had so far.”
Danny shook his head as he reached to turn on the water. “Well, in order to help you keep the best comparisons, I’ll do my best to make sure that we have sex in every room of my apartment. And every room of your apartment.”
“We’ll have to do it in each place at least twice,” Martin said. “I can’t make accurate comparisons if we only do it once in each location.”
Danny turned on the shower, then turned and drew Martin into a hug. “Hell, Fitzie, I’ll do it as many times in each location as you need. I wouldn’t want your comparisons to be lacking in data.”
“That’s mighty generous of you. May I make a request?” Martin rested his hands on the rise of Danny’s butt, letting his fingers lightly caress the skin.
“For you? Anything, Martin, anything.” Danny put his hands in the same place on Martin’s body, and Martin found himself wishing he were seventeen again, so that he could get hard again for Danny, but it wasn’t to be. As it was, he’d been pushing his own refractory limits back in the kitchen, although having direct prostate stimulation seemed to make that a moot point.
“The couch next. It’ll be easier for me to give you that show if I’m on the couch.” Martin smiled and then placed a chaste kiss at the corner of Danny’s mouth.
“Oh? I forgot about the show. I can handle the couch and I can handle watching you. So…does this mean I get to spank you then, too?”
Martin grinned at the gleam in Danny’s eyes. “The spanking can be arranged at any time to suit you.”
“Damn.” Danny pulled away from Martin and started to get into the tub. “You’re gonna kill me before I’m forty, you know that, don’t you?”
Martin followed Danny into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed behind him. He pressed up against Danny’s back and firmly grasped Danny’s cock. “You’ve got to admit that it’s a wonderful way to go.”
“No argument there, my man. Hey, are you rubbing yourself clean on me? You are, aren’t you? Stop that.”
Martin laughed as he stepped back and let Danny turn around. “Paranoid much?”
Danny scowled at him. “Only when my lover is devious enough to resort to underhanded tactics.” Danny reached out and grabbed Martin by the upper arms, then turned them around so that the shower spray was now hitting Martin’s back. “Turn around and rinse off. There’s an omelet calling my name.”
Martin turned around and rubbed his hands over his chest and belly. “You keep mentioning that omelet, Danny. Are you really that hungry?”
Danny reached around Martin and turned off the water, and Martin could hear a distinct grumbling sound coming from the direction of Danny’s stomach. “Got any more silly questions?”
Martin pushed the shower curtain aside and reached for a towel, tossing it to Danny and then getting one for himself. “Well, just to ask if you want your omelet made with two or four eggs.”
“Definitely four. And if you keep on taking your time with getting your cute ass back to the kitchen, it’ll be six.”
Martin tilted his head to one side as he looked over at Danny. “Well, that’ll take care of the dozen I bought.” Half dry, Martin wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’d better hurry or else you’ll be sending me back out to the store for more.”
Danny rolled his eyes, but remained silent, and Martin took that as his cue to get back to the kitchen. As he walked toward the kitchen, he could feel a slight soreness in his ass, evidence of the recent lovemaking. It was soreness that Martin didn’t mind feeling.
Walking into the kitchen, Martin glanced down at his clothes and briefly considered getting dressed again, then he discarded that idea. He could dress again once breakfast was over. Or maybe not. There were worse things than lazing around with one’s lover while half-dressed.
Martin resumed chopping the vegetables for the omelet and then prepared the habenero, leaving plenty of seeds in for Danny’s taste buds. After that, it didn’t take long to get the eggs cooked and the omelets assembled.
Martin was placing the omelets on the plates when Danny returned to the kitchen, also clad in just a towel. “I thought I’d get the table washed before we ate. It smells delicious.”
“Thank you. I hope you’re in the mood for hot, because I added a pepper to it,” Martin said. He leaned against the counter as Danny scrubbed the table top and then dried it.
“That’ll be fine. I like it hot and spicy.” Danny grinned as he tossed the dishrag into the sink.
“I know. And here you are, one hot Cuban stuck with one bland Irish guy.” Martin carried the plates to the table and set them down. “I’m surprised you’re not going into culture shock.”
Danny reached out and wrapped one arm around Martin’s waist, pulling him close. “I’ll have you know that I like Irish food. It might not be spicy, but it’s definitely satisfying.” He placed a quick kiss on Martin’s lips.
“Well, who am I to argue with satisfaction?” Martin replied. He sat down and as they began to eat, he realized that the weekend had so far been the best weekend of his life.
Martin looked up as Danny made a small choking sound, and he saw that Danny’s eyes were wide. “What’s wrong?”
Danny shook his head, chewed a bit more and then swallowed. “Nothing’s wrong. I just thought that when you said you’d put a pepper in the omelet that you meant a green pepper. I wasn’t expecting heat.” Danny grinned at him. “You just keep surprising me, Martin. I like that.”
Martin grinned back. “I try my best to keep you on your toes. Like putting a habenero pepper in your omelet and then forgetting to pour the juice. Hold on.” He got to his feet and got the orange juice from the refrigerator. He quickly poured some into a glass and set it in front of Danny, then poured a glass for himself. He then put the bottle of juice on the table and sat down, then took a drink of his own juice.
Danny had waited for Martin to sit before he took a drink of his juice, and Martin felt a slight tug on his heart at that. If he wasn’t careful then he was going to fall even more in love with Danny. And while that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Martin wasn’t so sure that it was a good thing, either. For one thing, he didn’t know if either one of them was ready for a long time commitment to another guy. For another thing, if they were ready for that, then what would happen at work, or with their families? Hell, for that matter, he didn’t know anything about Danny’s family. And while Danny knew all there was to know about Victor Fitzgerald, Deputy Director of the F.B.I., he didn’t know all that much about Victor Fitzgerald, the man and father.
They both had a lot to learn about each other, and Martin decided that he was going to do his best to enjoy the learning process and not worry too much about how much he cared about Danny. Right now, love was enough, and if things fell apart for them in a few weeks or a few months, or even years down the road, Martin knew he’d never regret it. Being with Danny in the here and now was more than he’d ever hoped for, and everything else was just icing on the cake. Smiling at his own personal revelation, Martin dug into his omelet, letting the sheer normalness of sharing breakfast with Danny be satisfying enough for right then. After all, as he’d told Danny, who was he to argue with satisfaction?
The End.