Writer's Block

[Disclaimer] Characters belong to Aaron Sorkin and NBC; no profit is being made.
[Genre] Crack/Smut
[Summary] Trying to write the show all on his own takes its toll on Matt, but Danny is always there for him.
[Word Count] 2715
[Notes] As I am super early all around, this is an early birthday present (her birthday isn't till the 29th, but I was pretty sure she wanted to read it now) for Becca who is a most lovely girl and whose excitement led me to watching this show. So it's really her fault.
[Beta] anthimaeria

Five a.m. at Studio 60 wasn't nearly as dark or empty as one might believe, but it was the hour at which Matt either stood or fell when it came to writing. Danny was surprised when he looked up to see the clock reflecting the late hour, nameless, faceless paperwork sitting before him and he hadn't even been nudged for a dinner order.

Pushing his glass up to his forehead, he headed down the hall to where Matt's office was. Finding the glass door closed, and the blinds folded up, Danny paused, listening for a moment for clacking, heavy breathing, anything. There might've been heavy breathing, but no moaning, so he pushed the door open.

"Hey, hey!" Matt started, whirling around in his chair so that his back was to him.

"Choking?" asked Danny, a playful leer on his face.

Matt looked down at his hand on his cock. "You could say that." He wrinkled his nose and fussed his pants to stuff himself back in.

Danny took a couple of steps into the room and let the door swing shut behind him. "I meant writing. Chickens don't count."

"Still have three minutes," said Matt, shifting his hips forward so he could button his pants.

"Well that's not very long. Go ahead, I'll wait," said Danny as he looked at his watch.

"Are you here for any particular reason?" Matt whirled around to set his hands on his keyboard.

"Not going to wash your hands?"

"It's my computer," said Matt, keeping his eyes determinedly on the screen.

"Remind me not to check my email from here." Danny took a few steps closer and tried to peer at the screen.

"You know, in some societies-- and I thought it was this one-- there's a tradition of closed doors being knocked on." Matt looked up at Danny meaningfully as he leaned forward in his chair.

Danny leaned in further. "So whatcha writing that's got you so riled up?"

Matt rolled his eyes and whirled his Powerbook around so that Danny could see the mostly blank page open in Word.

"Well that's not sexy at all, Matt."

He sighed and shook his head, rubbing his face with his hand. "No, it's not sexy. It's being blocked with three minutes to go."

"And you thought..." Danny gestured with his hand in a pantomime of jerking off.

"It works when I can't sleep."

"Maybe the problem is that you need to sleep," Danny suggested.

"The problem is that I have three minutes left to write and the show goes on in exactly..." Matt looked at the infamous countdown clock, mesmerized by the way it ticked time down, like one second of your life leaving with every flicker. "Fourteen hours, forty-nine minutes and... some seconds."

"You need to turn that thing off," said Danny.

"I need three minutes of something. Anything," said Matt, waving his hand before bringing it to his head.

"Well, I'll leave you to your masturbation. Time it, maybe it would fit."

"Ha-ha," said Matt as he turned his computer back around to stare desolately at the screen. "It wasn't working anyway."

"Need Viagra? I know a guy," said Danny. "Not that I... you know... for a friend."

Matt eyed Danny with his frown that would be a smile. "I don't need Viagra, and sure it's for a friend."

"You're my friend," said Danny, tilting his head to the side to appear sweet as he said it.

"But I don't need it. That's not what wasn't working," said Matt forcefully, as if by sheer volume and tone he could get Danny off the subject of erectile dysfunction. It most definitely wasn't the problem now.

"Rosie Palm Not doing it for you?" Danny checked his watch. "Hmm. Strip clubs are closed. Maybe you could call Genie?"

"And have Harriet find out about it again? No thanks. Three minutes isn't worth that." Matt looked at the closed blinds that would otherwise show the balcony over the stage. He sighed miserably.

Danny shook his head and pulled his glasses off and shoved them in his pocket. "No one's here but me. Which is... an idea."

"What's an idea?" Matt turned to look at Danny curiously.

"Well, if we're going to have all of the homoerotic fights and be called libertines in the press..." said Danny.

"Oh," said Matt, looking at his screen as it slowly started to sink in. "OH! Er. No? I mean... thanks for the offer, but... no? And... are you high?"

"Just a little blow. I took some Vicodin to take the edge off."

Matt pulled open his drawer where his leftover Vicodin was from his back surgery and rolled the bottle over to see how many pills were left. It was the same number, just two-- easy enough to keep track of. "Did not!"

"Then I must not be high," said Danny.

"You're serious." Matt didn't know quite how he felt about this, but it was late or early enough and he was stressed enough to think it might be worth a shot.

"I think so. Maybe. Yeah."

"Have you ever... done that before?" asked Matt, still not sure if he should stand up or just stay where he was. He kept moving his hands restlessly on the desk.

"No, so be gentle," said Danny, who seemed far too calm and collected considering what he was volunteering to do. He started working open his pants, unbuckling first as Matt just stared, not entirely sure how to respond to this. "Have you?"

"Not with another man. I mean, I've... you know... but not... right. And you're about to just... you're serious, really?" Matt babbled as he stood up so fast that his knee bumped into his desk and he winced.

Danny looked unsure for a moment, then shrugged and bent over the desk, pulling one leg from his pants. "How's that for serious? Are you scared?"

Matt pulled open the top drawer and reached way back into it and pulled out lubricant and condoms. He set them down on the desk. "How's that for scared?"

"Should I even ask why there are condoms and lubricant in your desk?" Danny asked, looking at them in amusement. Even though he was the one half naked with his shirt still on and his pants dangling around his ankles, Matt was the one who blushed.

"I like to be prepared. You never know when the executive producer is going to ask for sex."

Danny grinned. "Right, you just never know."

Seeing that Danny was evidently serious about this, Matt undid his pants; having left the buckle undone from earlier and let them drop to the floor. He pushed his boxers down and toed out of his shoes as he stepped out of his pants and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Matt's cock felt heavy but awkward swaying in his office either way early in the morning and super late at night. He wasn't sure which it was, nor did he think it probably mattered much. He was about to do something that really went past the bounds of friendship, although Danny seemed friendly enough about it. He squeezed lubrication on his fingers and moved behind Danny. "You can just tell me if..."

"I know, I know. It's all right." Danny squeezed his eyes shut as Matt gently probed him with a finger.

Matt had certainly been with his fair share of women, maybe more than his fair share, and enjoyed all manner of sex with them. This was new territory, but he figured an ass was an ass. "Do you think this might make me gay?"

"I wouldn't call it our most heterosexual moment," said Danny, wincing a little, but it wasn't horrid, just a little awkward, although it was being made even more awkward by Matt's questioning. "Maybe you should just do it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Danny grabbed the sides of the desk as Matt slid his finger out of him. He closed his eyes as he heard the tear and crinkle of the condom and he smirked, "Worried?"

"Well, you say it's your first time, but..." Matt grinned down at him as Danny turned enough to look at him. "Always do it. Besides, you don't know where I've been."

"True," said Danny without any particular malice. He rested his forehead on his arm, closing his eyes as he waited for what was likely to be a sharp stab of pain.

It didn't come.

Danny looked over his shoulder to see Matt staring at the side wall. Following his gaze, he saw it fixed on the countdown clock and groaned. "What are you doing now?"

"Trying to figure out how long this has taken so far and how much longer I think it will take and then figuring out how much time I'll have left to write if I..." Matt babbled.

Tucking his head back against his arm, Danny's voice was muffled when he said, "It's getting to be less and less time with each second. Hurry up, Matt. I'm starting to feel really stupid with my ass up on your desk."

"Right...." he said, his voice a million miles away in that odd slur that said that his mind was elsewhere but was rallying to come back full force. "Right," he said firmly.

By now the slimy condom had a twinge of clamminess to it as he pressed it between Danny's cheeks. For a split second, Danny thought it wasn't going to be so bad. But then Matt pushed forward and the full width of his cock widened him. Danny hissed through his teeth at the sharpness of it.

It didn't feel like a cock, he mused. He'd really only handled his own and one other guy's when he was really, really high one night in college, but that had been warm and velvety smooth skin. This was hard and solid and thick and it pushed into him forcefully, stinging around the hole and widening him, making him feel very full.

"Oh God," Matt gasped.

Danny couldn't agree more, although it seemed an odd time to pick up the faith. He hissed through his teeth, his breath hot and reflected warmly against his cheek. Matt pulled back and drove in again. Each stroke a jabbing twinge deep within him with only the moderate build of the tip of his cock hitting his prostate. He assumed it was his prostate. That's what they always said felt good.

Each thrust made him grunt and the grunts elicited Matt's moans. Danny turned his head to look up at the clock, trying to do the math to figure out what time it was. It was late enough that everyone was gone, but it was verging on early enough for people to start arriving. That was, if he could do that kind of math while Matt was burrowing deeper in him.

It was going on longer than he thought it would, but in retrospect he was being idealistic about how long it might take Matt to get off. Matt fucked around a fair bit, and now that Danny thought about it, this probably wasn't his first anal adventure. Not that having that realization sooner would've changed much of anything, because he knew he'd do it for Matt if he asked. Or hinted. Had he hinted?

Danny was uncomfortable and just starting to try and piece together how he'd gotten into this and when it might actually end when two things happened. First, he heard the loud, wordless man-roar of Matt's climax and the articulated final thrusts as he squeezed his last out of his cock. Second, the door swung open and Harriet stood staring at them, her eyes round in the way that dinner plates were round and her hand up over her mouth as if she might scream.

Feeling compelled to say something, Danny opened his mouth, but not much came out other than a small "Eh."

"This isn't what it looks like," Matt said with the profundity that must've accompanied a long-needed orgasm. He said it as if it was the first time it had ever been said in such a situation, and as if it made any sense at all to say.

All Danny could do was raise a brow and look back at Matt for an explanation on what it was.

Matt seemed to finally cotton to the idea that he was being sought out to explain this away in 30 words or less and realized that he wasn't just going to choke on finishing the episode, but finishing his thoughts on what else this could possibly be.

"I was..." Matt started to prompt himself.

"Horny and I was willing," Danny finished for him.

"Oh, that's a relief. For a moment I thought you were sodomizing another coworker of mine, Matthew," said Harriet, finding her rage amidst the shock.

"Is that what you think this looks like?" asked Matt, his voice nearing innocence.

Again, Danny just stared at Matt for this miraculous explanation. Matt was floundering, and it was obvious.

"I was blocked..." said Matt, as if that were somehow reasonable.

Danny nodded in agreement, because that much was very true. It didn't explain away everything that had transpired, but he'd go along with it.

"You know what, Matt? I would tell you to go to hell, but by the look of it, you're already well on your way." Harriet looked meaningfully between the two men and then whirled around and slammed the door. The attached blinds came clattering with the door, slapping a couple more times for emphasis.

Quietly, Matt slipped himself out of Danny and unrolled the condom from his cock, tying it off at the end before wrapping it in tissue from his desk and tossing it in the trash.

"I'm sor--" started Danny.

"Don't want to talk about it," said Matt tightly.

Danny held his hands up in surrender as he wriggled off the edge of the desk, finding new ways in which this had been uncomfortable as he felt the line of the desk had bruised his upper thighs and now his ass clenched and grasped for something in the absence of having something in there for so long. He ached, he was tired and if Matt didn't want to talk about it, Danny wasn't going to push the issue.

"I'll try and talk to her," said Danny as he reached for his pants, wincing at the new bending.

"Don't. Just. Let it go. She'll... I'll... Just don't get involved. She doesn't blame you, she blames me. Which she should," said Matt as he put his desk back to rights, finding that the jostling had knocked some cards off the top of the table and his pen container and he hadn't even heard or noticed it happening.

"All right," said Danny as he bucked his pants, avoiding Matt's eyes.

Matt nodded and when Danny looked, he saw that he was zipped in and looked only slightly sweaty from the effort. He took a few steps back as Matt pushed his chair closer to the desk and took his seat and immediately started typing.

Glancing at the screen, curious as to whether Matt was just typing to get him to leave or if he was inspired, Danny grinned when he saw actual words, working words and that expression on Matt's face that he got when he was on a roll.

Danny gave a little wave as he headed out, not wanting to disrupt the flow. Matt gave his half-salute, half-wave over the monitor of his laptop before his fingers returned to the rapid clacking of his keyboard.

When Danny shut the door, he shut it softly, quietly, not wanting to disrupt Matt, but just help him focus. Some said it was Harriet who was Matt's muse and they were half right, but it was Danny who found him, Danny who stayed and Danny who knew how to make things right for him. From behind the door, Danny blew a silent kiss to him and headed to his office, pleased that he'd gotten Matt past his block. Harriet, he knew, would come around. He also knew it would be a good few weeks before it got back to normal, but it was worth it to see Matt motivated again.