Without A Trace Fic :: WAT FIC For ALL

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Cluedo, but not. by amyrtaeus [Reviews - 110488]

It was going to be another long day at the office. No missing people to find, no lives to save and no bullets to dodge/catch/fire etc.

Danny was bored.

Now, usually when Danny got bored he would play a little game in his head. This game was a little like Cluedo, but not. In this game Danny would think of a place in the office or the building or maybe his apartment and then, here's the best bit, he would imagine that he and Martin were having mind-blowing-omg-which-way-is-up sex in said place.

Ah yes, you heard correctly. Danny is thinking about screwing Martin and on government time as well. Whatever next. Well, today is a Monday and Monday's are always boring, always have been and always will be until the world explodes in a ball of fire and ash. That's not the point though.
Picture the scene; Martin, spread-eagled on the conference table, pale skin glistening with sweat and pre-come. All the muscle is his body alive and tense with anticipation, his every breath heavy and laboured under his arousal. Danny imagines that he can hear his heart beat even from his position leaning against the doorframe. So Danny walks up to him, hips rocking rhythmically, he is fully clothed where Martin is naked and that just adds another edge that he hadn't previously anticipated.

He looks so beautiful there, so perfect and so real that Danny has to stretch out an arm and trail his fingers over the other mans bicep just to feel the muscles tremble and quaver under his touch. A low moan echoes around the office and he has to take a moment to force down the lust he feels curling around his body and the heat that is travelling through his veins like it is his lifeblood. But no, all that will come later and so much more besides.

Here's Danny; fully clothed and fully erect, his hard flesh pressed up against the stiff fabric of his suit pants and if he presses up against the edge of the table just so...oh god, that's good. There just isn't time for that sort of thing now though, now is the time to turn Martin into a ball of moaning, begging Fitzgerald mush.

By this point Martin is muttering incoherent half-phrases in a low, husky voice and Danny imagines that he can just pick out certain words. He definitely hears now, please and a very breathy Danny that makes his breath catch in his throat and his heartbeat faster with desire. Another low moan wakes Danny from his reverie and he decides it's time to get down to business before he spontaneously combusts. At this moment, in Danny's game, he would climb onto the conference table and then crawl over the smaller man until he was directly over him, face to face, he lets out the smirk that he has been keeping a dampener on before leaning down predatorily to taste that heavenly mouth.

Oh yes, that is heat, right there. Danny flicks a pink tongue over Martins already glistening lips before setting back to task again tasting every little bit of the other mans mouth. Martin tastes of coffee, peppermint and something so intrinsically Martin that he can feel the resulting shudder all the way down in his toes and the goose bumps that spread like lightening over his skin cause a shiver to cross the length of his spine. His cock is so hard now that it hurts and it is definitely time to be moving on with the game, before he loses it completely. He moves his head down, lower than his chin, below the neck until he reaches the little hollow of Martins throat where the sweat has pooled and collected like a little puddle of lust. In Danny's game he would lick down that hollow, tasting the sweat, taking all of Martin that he can get because it is all so good, so perfect and so real. This elicits a groan from both men that shoots straight to Danny's groin like a fire bolt and so he moves lower, pressing open mouthed kisses to collar bones and ribs.

When Danny finally reaches the smaller mans nipples Martin is murmuring again, little gasps and words that sound suspiciously like more and please and Danny knows he is torturing the man. But dammit, it is his game and he will play it his way. So he continues to move along Fitzie's chest at a torturous pace, languidly tasting the flesh before pulling some into his mouth and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He laves the other nipple, it is only fair after all, and then starts to work his way down the centre of Martins toned stomach until he reaches his belly button. He pays a little more attention here than he has other areas of the man's torso, but he likes this part of Martin, it is small and neat and always so clean that all he can taste when he plunges his tongue in is Martin and soap.

He pushes his tongue in hard enough to get a sharp gasp as a reward as Martin pushes his hips up in a silent request and no, he cannot deny this man anything so he stiffens the muscle and pushes his tongue back inside, rolling and twisting and doing things so lewd that it would not be hard for Martin to just lose it now. But remember, this is Danny's game and it doesn't work like that. Not this time anyway. Sometimes he wants it hard, fast and furious but today is a Monday and Mondays are lazy days. Today he was it slow, languid kisses and lazy friction. He wants Martin on his tongue for the rest of the day and the feel of Martins long legs wrapped around his hips to comfort him in the night. He moves lower.

Hot breath on hip bones and long licks along soft skin and then Martin's legs are moving, further apart welcoming Danny in and keeping him there when he folds them around Danny's waist and tenses ever so slightly, just to enforce the point. A deep rumbling laugh is released from the taller man as he opens his mouth just a little wider and sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh on the inside of the thigh. Not hard enough to bruise, just hard enough to mark him and claim him as his own. Martin seems to like that, a breathy moan reverberates around his ribcage that seems to be torn from his very soul and he is lifting his hips up thrusting his rigid flesh into Danny's cheek. He can take a hint and it's his game and today he wants to taste Martin.

So he does.

He opens his mouth and places it on the head of Martin's cock in a hot, sensual kiss before he flicks out his tongue to capture the liquid seeping from the slit. Danny has never tasted just sweet nectar, such divine ambrosia and he has to have more. He move his lips until they form a silent "o" and then he runs them down the length of the other man's shaft, keeping up a steady pressure from his lips and his tongue as it runs down the vein on the underside of Martin's cock. He moves back up again, pressure constant, tongue tasting here...there and then he is back at the head again to suck a little harder and swirl a hot tongue around in a slow circle.

Martin is now begging incoherently and breathing heavily, every exhalation a little bit of his heart pouring out into the open air only to be lost in the heady atmosphere of the conference room and it doesn't matter that the windows wouldn't steam up like that because this is Danny's imagination and anything can happen if you think hard enough. Encouraged by the sounds coming from the other man Danny continues his oral assault but now he reaches a hand across from Martin's thigh where it was rubbing wide circles to roll around the other mans balls like they were die and he was praying for sixes. He feels the figure beneath him arching into the touch, opening his legs wider and the moans are pitched a little higher this time so he does it again, only he wants ones on his die, not sixes this time.

He takes all of Martin's length this time until he can feel it at the back of his throat and wiry pubic hairs tickle his nose and caress his cheeks. He presses a little harder with his lips and swallows deep down inside as he moves a hand further and further back until he can rub ever so lightly on the little patch of skin behind Martin's balls. He presses a little harder here, moves his finger round in a slow circle as he moves his mouth up back to the top, keeping the pressure and the suction constant. Then he is working his way back down, inch by inch until he is once again at the root of the others manhood and he can feel the muscles tensing in Martin's thighs, feel the pressure building inside and he wants it all, every last drop. Danny moves his hand back further to the little star shaped entrance between the mans cheeks and when he gets there he pushes in, there is some resistance at first but then the muscle lets go and his index finger slides in to the knuckle just as Martin lets out a hoarse cry and arches off the table.

Danny swallows every drop and now the murmuring has changed. Martin is no longer begging incoherently because it is Danny's game and he knows what he wants now. He wants inside, not just his finger he wants to be so far inside Martin that he doesn’t know where he ends and the other begins. He wants to join them together like metal and solder. Now Martin is asking for Danny to take him, to fuck him and stretch him until he can't take any more and he is more than happy to comply. He quickly strips off his suit jacket, loosens his tie and flings it across the room before pulling the shirt of his back, popping the buttons in the process. Strong hands rest on his shoulders and pull him up until he is once again at Martins then so he demonstrates his incredible ability to multitask by kissing the man below him soundly whilst removing his suit pants and undershorts briskly and effectively. He doesn’t worry about his shoes because this is just a fantasy and fantasies don't have to work like reality.

Martin pulls his knees up to his chest and Danny helps to keep them there as it doesn't really look like Martin is capable of very much right now and it is only at this point that he realises he has no lube. No lube means pain and pain does not a perfect fantasy make, now does it? Grimacing he spits into the palm of his hand and with a fleeting thought of "It will have to do," he is smoothing the saliva down across his aching erection and just that action in itself is too much to bear. He pinches himself below the head hard enough to hurt and prays to every deity he remembers that it is enough.

One look into the others eyes and he knows that he has permission to enter him, to push in past that ring of muscle into the oh-god-so-good friction and heat that he has come to crave. So he does just that, pulling Martin's legs up even further until his knees are up by his shoulders and then lining up his erection before breaching the other man in one long, steady thrust.

Two simultaneous groans tell Danny all he needs to know before he is moving, rolling his hips in a slow, lazy motion while kissing and sucking at Martin's neck and yes, that will mark. He angles himself just so and smirks when he feels the other man's back arch and curve until their bodies meet and they truly are like one person. Ebbing and flowing, back and forth, thrust and withdrawal. The rocking movements continue for many gorgeous minutes before Danny can feel the heat pooling in the base of his spine and he has to speed up, has to thrust harder and faster than before. He lets go of his self-control and plunges into the other man, rough now, nothing held back and nothing spared because he knows Martin can take it. He knows Martin needs this as much as he does because it is his game and it is nearly over.

Just a few more thrusts and Danny is coming, muscles tensing and back straining with Martin's name on his lips like a prayer or a mantra "Martin, oh god, Martin, yes!" and Fitzie is right there with him, new found erection leaking his second spending erratically against his stomach as Danny's seed is emptied into Martin's perfect ass.

He lets out a sigh, heavy and meaningful before pulling out of the beautiful man below him and moving up until he can kiss the one who brought him to this level of intense pleasure. He worships that mouth, slowly and completely just one second at a time. He has all the time in the world and...

Oh shit, Jack is yelling at him now because after all, it is just a game and there is so much paperwork to be doing. It's Monday today, and Monday is paperwork day but Danny files that little escapade into his brain under `Martin: Cluedo but not' and thinks to himself "I guess I will let him know about that one later." With one last, long suffering sigh he pulls himself over to Jack's office, legs shuffling along uselessly and as he passes Martin's desk he shoots him a loaded look. A look that no one could interpret, not even if they tried, which they didn’t, Thank God.

Martin knows though, he always knows. It is Monday after all and tonight, well, tonight he is definitely going to get it. Twice.