Just Use Your Imagination

Title: "Just Use Your Imagination"
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Danny (established), Mac/Adam/Danny
Author: JetpackAngel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them (shame). I make no money from the writing of this piece. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.
Summary: Mac went bolt upright in his chair and tried to turn around but suddenly Danny’s hand was gently cupping his windpipe. “Mac,” Danny started slowly. “I brought a friend over because he wants ta play with us.” The hand slid a little down until Danny was lightly pressing two fingers into the little dip of Mac’s collarbone. “Is there a problem?”
Warning: M/M, M/M/M, oral, anal, threesome, blindfolding, D/s, role reversal
Author's Note: This is a bunny that just snuck up behind me and bit me one day, and rather than let it dash off I held it down and made it cough up every little word of the story. Took me a while but I finally wrestled this piece out of it. If you like it, please feed my muses. Maybe they’ll stop screwing each other long enough to help me write some more stuff.
Chapter theme song: The Toadies – Possum Kingdom

“Hey Mac, I’m home! Where you at?”

Mac turned his head slightly, still sitting at his desk and working on his laptop. “I’m in the study, Danny!”

Footsteps sounded on the carpet behind him and then Danny’s hands were on Mac’s shoulders. One hand instantly slid underneath the collar of Mac’s t-shirt while the other slid a finger gently up his throat to cup his chin and tilt his head back, and Mac closed his eyes and let Danny devour his mouth.

And devour Danny did, his tongue diving between Mac’s lips to caress the insides of his mouth, Danny’s lips warm and a little chapped as they danced hungrily with Mac’s own. The angle was a bit different, Danny mostly behind him and to one side, but that just made it interesting. It was one of the things Mac loved about Danny, he realized as he sucked on his lover’s tongue and pulled a rich moan from the Italian’s throat. Danny loved trying new and exciting things in bed.

When Danny finally drew back, both men were breathing just a little hard. Mac looked up at his lover. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Mac was smiling at the Italian a little goofily when something else demanded his attention: more footsteps.

Mac went bolt upright in his chair and tried to turn around but suddenly Danny’s hand was gently cupping his windpipe. “Mac,” Danny started slowly. “I brought a friend over because he wants ta play with us.” The hand slid a little down until Danny was lightly pressing two fingers into the little dip of Mac’s collarbone. “Is there a problem?”

Mac only hesitated a fraction of a second. “No, sir.”

“I’ll give ya a sec ta think about it. But I want your eyes closed.”

“Thank you, sir.” And Mac tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He wanted to look. He really, really wanted to look, to see who it was. Danny knew how paranoid Mac was about someone finding out about them; they could lose their jobs and compromise hundreds upon hundreds of cases. Murderers could walk on the sudden technicality.

But when Danny touched his throat like that, Danny was in control. Mac didn’t even need the collar anymore, although he liked to have it on when they played around like this. But for a little spur-of-the-moment game, yeah, Mac could do that without a collar. They didn’t do this often, but when they did… Mac sometimes forgot how could it could feel to let someone else be in charge for a while.

And Danny had brought a ‘friend’ over. In Mac’s mind, that could only be something to reassure him as saying that Danny had brought over a bi or gay man that wouldn’t tell a soul. It wasn’t Flack, because Flack would already be sitting on his lap and chewing on his nipples. This ‘friend’ hung back almost shyly. Do I even know this guy?

Danny’s hand was on his throat. Danny was in control. Danny had Mac’s 100% trust, which meant that Mac also had to trust his judgment in playmates. To disrespect the mystery man would be tantamount to disrespecting Danny, and the last thing Mac wanted was to disrespect Master Danny and get punished in front of a total stranger.

He was distracted by Danny’s hand moving under his shirt, teasing a nipple. “Are ya with me, Mac?” Danny murmured into his lover’s mouth.

“Always, sir,” Mac murmured back.

The footsteps padded closer—no shoes, so he’d taken his socks off—and Mac heard whispering in Danny’s ear. It took all of Mac’s willpower to not crack his eyelids open. “Sir?”

“What’s up, Mac?”

Mac swallowed. “May I be blindfolded, sir?” he whispered. “I’m much too tempted to look, and I don’t want to disrespect you and accidentally disobey you, sir.”

Danny’s mouth came down to kiss him again, gently, tenderly, possessively. “That’s real good, Mac. I’m proud of ya for that one.”

Mac allowed himself to smile a little at the praise. “Thank you, sir.”

Danny’s hands started to leave his body. “All right, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go get ya a blindfold. In the meantime, I want ya ta turn the chair around and face my friend here, I want your shirt off, and I want your head back and your eyes shut.”

Mac swallowed hard. “Yessir,” he whispered. He could feel his cock stir in his pants and he shifted in his seat just a little.

Apparently Danny noticed, because he leaned down to ghost fingertips over it, and Mac’s breath hitched in his throat. Then the fingers were gone and Danny’s footsteps were headed out of the room.

Mac swallowed again and kept his eyes carefully shut and turned his chair around, leaning up to slide off his t-shirt before he settled back down into the seat. He could hear slightly heavy breathing from the stranger, and to know that he was being gazed at like some centerfold in a skin magazine made Mac’s pants become even tighter. He wanted to adjust his growing erection but Danny hadn’t told him he could, so he gripped the armrests of the chair and tilted his head back, waiting for Danny’s return.

Mac’s brows furrowed a little; Danny was taking an awful long time to get the blindfold. He knew where they were because they kept their toys neat and organized and clean in their little hiding places. No, Danny had to be taking a deliberately long time to get it, to leave Mac hanging and being leered at by a total stranger.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time that had Mac dying to glance at his wristwatch, Danny’s feet came padding on the carpet toward him again and Mac relaxed visibly. He heard Danny give a too-smug little chuckle and he felt the tail end of something silky touch his belly and slide slowly and teasingly up his chest. It almost tickled, and Mac fought the urge to twitch as the maddening cloth went over his shoulder, and then he felt it settled over his eyes. Silk bandana. Mac wondered if it was the black one or the blue one.

And that was bothering him. Mac trusted Danny enough that he’d let Danny shave his face and throat more than once. But to not be able to see, to catalogue and understand his surroundings, left him feeling more than a little uncomfortable. Mac didn’t really like surprises, because in his past he’d had far too many ‘surprises’ that came out of the business end of some heavy artillery. Mac liked to know what was coming and what was currently going on around him.

“It’s the blue one,” Danny whispered suddenly, and Mac gave a snort and a quiet laugh before he could stop himself. “Go ahead, say it.”

“You know me too well, sir.”

“Damn straight.” Danny’s hands nudged the base of his skull and Mac tilted his head up for Danny to tie the bandana. He didn’t tie the knot in the very back, which had Mac frowning at the knot being off-center, but then Danny’s hand urged him to put his head back again and Mac realized that to have the knot between the chair-back and his skull would be extremely uncomfortable. He could live with the knot off-center.

And then his cock was iron-hard as Danny spoke to their guest. “You wanna touch ‘im?”

Danny was still behind Mac’s chair, still rubbing comforting-possessing hands on the broad shoulders, as the stranger’s footsteps came closer. Hesitantly, so hesitantly—Mac could almost feel the hand hovering over his chest—and then a fingertip brushed a nipple and jerked back.

Danny chuckled reassuringly. “Easy. Look, he didn’t move. He ain’t gonna look. And he ain’t gonna jump up and snap your neck. Are ya, Mac?”

“No, sir. If you want me to be touched by a stranger, sir, then to do anything to the contrary would be incredibly disrespectful.”

Danny’s hand stroked his hair as he spoke to the mystery man. “See? I told ya, he ain’t gonna move unless I tell ‘im to. You’re safe. Go ahead, play with them nipples. He likes it when ya rub your thumbs on ‘em.”

A few beats passed and then the hand was back on his chest and it brought a friend. Both nipples were suddenly and happily sandwiched between the pads of thumbs and the sides of index fingers, being rolled gently by soft fingers. Mac made a soft noise in his throat and shifted in his seat again; his pants were getting painful.

“Hey, buddy,” Danny murmured, “pop his pants open, will ya? That looks like it hurts.”

“Thank you, sir,” Mac murmured instantly. The hands disappeared from his nipples and began fumbling with his belt. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that those hands were shaking as they popped the button and unzipped his fly. Not that he minded the extra vibrations so close to his dick, but he didn’t think it was eagerness. No, this ‘Guest’ wanted this, but was obviously terrified out of his mind that Mac was going to do something terrible to him. “Sir, may I?”

“May you what?”

“Get my dick out, sir? It’s in a bad position for anyone at the angle that our guest is at.” And this was also true, and Mac heard the Guest sigh in relief. The sigh was so profound that it used a little of the Guest’s vocal chords. Definitely a male voice. Sounded a little on the young side—and at forty-five, Mac considered anyone below the age of thirty-five to be young—and Mac again wondered if he knew this guy.

“Go ahead, Mac. Get that dick out.” And to Guest, “I’m gonna warn ya now. It’s big. Try not ta freak out, okay?”

Mac tried not to smirk as he fished inside his too-tight pants for his cock, and after a bit of wriggling and wincing he gave a relieved moan as it jutted straight up in the open air, and Guest gave a strangled squeak.

“Told ya,” Danny said calmly. “Buddy, you still wanna go through with this? I don’t blame ya if you wanna get outta here. A first-time with Mac ain’t easy.”

Mac’s cock twitched almost insistently, as if to say that it would be blaming someone if someone’s anal virginity was dangled and then withdrawn. Danny saw it and pressed his forehead to Mac’s hair and started laughing. After a moment, Mac started chuckling quietly, too. The chuckle turned to a soft sigh when he felt the hand brush his cock; apparently their guest had swallowed his nerves.

The hand stroked his length slowly, gently, running fingers up the sides to study it, turning it this way and that, and Mac had the oddest feeling that the mystery man was memorizing what it looked like. And then the stranger dropped to his knees with a muffled thump on the thick plastic mat under Mac’s chair and before either Mac or Danny could react, Mac’s dick was dunked into a mouth that was impossibly soft and indescribably hot, and Mac gave a startled groan of approval.

The hand moved firmly up and down the shaft, spreading as much saliva as possible for lubricant, and the guest’s free hand was absently massaging his knee. Mac’s head lolled on the chair-back, and Danny was panting in his ear. Evidently it was too much to just watch as Danny started chewing on that same ear while one hand roamed Mac’s chest, encountered a nipple, and started rubbing the pad of his forefinger teasingly on it. Mac didn’t have very sensitive nipples, but for some reason the very tips of the hardened buds were very receptive to being rubbed.

And Mac had a thick cock; he knew that. Danny wasn’t joking when he said Mac always had a beer can with him. And if this Guest had never been with a guy before, well… he could’ve fooled Mac because he was doing an admirable job of taking the thick shaft deep into his mouth without scraping Mac with his teeth and without gagging himself.

Mac gripped the armrests of the chair and shifted in his seat, moaning softly and sighing as quiet encouragement for this talented man to keep going, to please don’t stop because it felt very, very good. And Danny stopped chewing on his ear and started licking behind it instead, all the while murmuring to their guest things like “Yeah, that’s it. He loves that, see? Yeah, suck that dick, buddy. Oh yeah, you’re doin’ a great job, he’s lovin’ this. Oh, that is so fuckin’ hot.”

The stranger got bold, and the hand on Mac’s knee trailed teasingly up the still-clothed leg to slip a finger into the straining fly of Mac’s jeans and search for his balls. “Sir,” Mac choked out. He wasn’t coming yet but he had a feeling that he should remind everyone that surely this wasn’t the main event.

“Yeah, let’s get your pants off,” Danny agreed. “Hell, mine need to come off, too. Just watchin’ someone else suck your dick…” and he moaned breathily in Mac’s ear, “it’s so fuckin’ hot, Mac.”

Mac couldn’t think of any words so he just gave a softly aroused growl and started to brace his feet against the floor to lean up. Silly him, he’d forgotten that the chair had wheels and was sitting on that plastic office-chair mat and he nearly ran over Danny’s stockinged feet. Even worse, his movement startled the stranger and spooked that wonderful hot mouth away from his dick. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean—“

“Easy, Mac, I know.” Danny ran soothing hands over his lover’s shoulders. “Stand up. Computer chairs ain’t built for this kinda thing, anyway.”

Slowly, to give the guest time to get even farther out of the way—Mac already missed the wonderful mouth on his cock—Mac stood and began shucking off his jeans and shorts. He held them in his hand when they were off, and Danny took them and laid them neatly on the computer chair, along with Mac’s t-shirt. Mac just stood there patiently as he heard Danny stripping himself, and on the other side he could hear fabric rustling as the stranger followed suit.

And then Danny’s hands ran up Mac’s back. “You’re always tellin’ me that you can find your way around here in the dark, now prove it. Find the couch and lay down on your back.” Danny’s hands grabbed two handfuls of Mac’s ass and massaged almost roughly, and Danny gave a little moan of his own and sighed hot air on the back of Mac’s neck, and then he released the taut globes with a little underhanded slap to one of them. “Giddyup, Mac.”

“Yes sir.” And Mac started moving instantly, hands out to the sides to feel the walls, stepping slowly and paying careful attention to the sounds his feet made and to the general ambience of the apartment. He didn’t trip or halt or even once look like he was having trouble and he made it all the way to the living room. He paused and turned his head to and fro, judging all the little sounds and the slight flow of air currents. He positioned his feet and stepped forward and away from the wall, and knew he’d judged his angle perfectly when his outstretched fingers found the corner of the back of the couch before his hip found it. He moved slowly around it until he sat down on the middle cushion and then swung his legs up to lay on his back. He hadn’t been told he could touch himself—and god, he wanted to—so he laced his fingers behind his head. As an afterthought he scooted up so that his legs were flat on the cushions and the end pillow unfortunately found the floor, but at least his heels were down and not propped up on the armrest. This was a little more comfortable for his knees.

“Now that is a feast for the eyes,” Danny murmured from somewhere above Mac’s feet, obviously drinking in the sight of his reclining naked lover and the thick cock jutting straight at the ceiling. Mac heard the sound of a hand patting bare flesh, probably a shoulder. “Go ahead, buddy, keep doin’ what you were doin’. Unless ya wanna go ahead and do the next part.”

Mac heard noises of nerves and indecision from their guest, just enough to tantalize him with a ballpark figure of age and ethnicity but not nearly enough for an ID. Mid-twenties, probably, and Caucasian if the pitch of the noises was any indication. His vocal chords obviously didn’t do deeper notes very often, and that made Mac rule out the races that tended to have deeper voices as a rule, such as African-Americans. Mac added that to the soft hands and tried not to speculate on whether the guest was well built or soft and pudgy or a twig or anything in between. Probably either a twig or someone with a soft midsection; too young and with hands too soft to have done much weightlifting.

The thoughts of soft hands kept bringing Mac’s thoughts back to the soft mouth, and he listened to the unintelligible whispered conversation between Danny and their guest with strained patience. Finally they agreed on something and Danny’s voice was talking in Mac’s direction. “All right, here’s what we’re gonna do. He wants ta get fucked by ya, Mac, but he ain’t done this before. I’m gonna get ‘im ready ta go, and he’s gonna suck your dick some more. Just keep your hands right where they are.”

“Yes, sir,” Mac said instantly, and he put on his best ‘I have absolutely no problem with that’ face.

Danny snorted and Mac felt the couch dip as someone put a knee and then a hand on the cushion and then the other hand was probably on the back of the couch, and then the couch creaked with the shifting weight and someone was kneeling on the couch straddling Mac’s legs. Good thing he’d made his legs comfortable. And then Mac stopped thinking as he felt the return of the soft hand on his cock, and the hot breath, and the massaging silk of his tongue, and the sweet humidity of the inside of his mouth.

Mac couldn’t help cataloguing more about his mystery fellinatrix even as his head lolled on his hands, giving more encouraging noises. The figure currently pleasuring him didn’t have very hairy legs, was a little heavier than Danny, and was apparently one of those people that was cold-natured; he wasn’t putting out as much body heat as Mac had expected. Mac knew that some people were just warmer than others, and while this guy did have a surprisingly firm stomach he mostly just seemed to be soft and warm. Not much chest hair tickling Mac’s kneecaps, if any at all.

The young man seemed to be bound and determined that just once before this afternoon was over, he was gonna get Mac’s thick cock into his throat if it was the last thing he did. His attempts were more than satisfying and Mac fought the urge to buck his hips into that dedicated mouth.

Finally the figure took a deep breath, swallowed to close the epiglottis, and lowered his face slowly until his nose tickled Mac’s pubic hair. Mac went rigid, not making a sound or moving or doing anything that would break his concentration, and then the stranger jerked and drew quickly back, panting hard through his mouth. “You okay?” Mac murmured softly, and instantly wanted to smack himself. Danny hadn’t said he could talk.

He felt the stranger bounce a little above him, a pause, and then an awkward pat to his thigh since apparently Mac didn’t see him nod.

Mac smiled reassuringly in the stranger’s general direction, and then the stranger shifted a little and moaned unabashedly. Mac cocked his head, and Danny spoke. “Just gettin’ him ready,” the Italian explained. “You can touch ‘im, Mac, but hands off the face.”

“Yes sir.” And Danny encouraged the guest to crawl forward until he was on all fours above Mac’s hips, and Mac’s hands roamed the soft, almost boyish flesh of his chest and arms and shoulders. He wanted to run his fingers through the young man’s hair but decided to play it safe and declare the whole head off-limits. The stranger bucked and moaned loudly as Mac started playing with his nipples in the same manner that the guest had played with Mac’s.

And then Danny had a knee between Mac’s ankles and was apparently prepping the guest, and the guest dropped his forehead to Mac’s chest and groaned a soft “Oh, God…” and the single utterance was enough for Mac to instantly nail down an ID. He knew that voice. He wanted to confirm it but he didn’t want to spook the guy; Adam was skittish enough as it was.

And then he wondered, Adam? I have Adam Ross, my lab tech, naked and on top of me and getting his ass prepped by Danny. The mental image was enough to make his cock twitch again, and for some reason he was having trouble remembering the fact that both men were his subordinates and this was highly, highly unethical.

Screw it. Mac’s broad hands roamed Adam’s back and shoulders, giving a firm massage to settle his nerves. Adam gave another throaty moan and seemed to press backwards, and Mac guessed that Danny was looking for lust in all the right places. Casually Mac ran one hand down Adam’s chest and was rewarded when a decent-sized cock bumped his knuckles. It was shaped kinda like Adam was; somewhere around average height (length?) and with a decent weight (girth?) but not chubby.

Mac stroked it gently but firmly, and Adam gave a shuddering watery groan. Adam seemed to be leaning into Mac’s touch more than Danny’s, and judging by the hot breath he was hovering less than a foot above Mac’s face, and Mac was filled with the sudden urge to kiss him. But Danny hadn’t given him permission, and Danny was a little touchy about Mac kissing other people anyway, even sexual partners that they knew and trusted.

The issue was solved when Adam impulsively leaned down and planted his lips on Mac’s mouth, and Mac could hardly disrespect the wishes of their guest. His free hand threaded fingers through Adam’s hair and he teased Adam’s teeth gently with his tongue while the younger man bathed his face in wet sloppy kisses, and then Adam paused and almost tentatively he slipped his tongue out to join Mac’s, the soft muscles caressing each other, and Mac sucked hard and captured the tongue into his own mouth and Adam nearly collapsed on top of him.

Danny’s voice outright cackled. “He gotcha, didn’t he? The old bait’n’suck, that’s Mac for ya.”

Okay, so Danny didn’t mind Mac kissing Adam right now. That was a relief, and Mac held the tongue hostage and was massaging it softly with his own tongue when Adam made a strained noise and Mac realized that yeah, oxygen would be nice right about now. He released his captive and Adam jerked his head up, wheezing. Adam needed to work out more, get a better lung capacity.

And then Danny spoke again. “I think he’s ready, Mac. Just gotta get you ready and then we’re good to go.”

Mac’s too-hard cock gave another pointed twitch of agreement. Mac could almost hear his lover grinning as Adam leaned up so Danny could slide a condom on the thick length and give it a nice coating of lube. Mac’s hands slid up Adam’s waist to stroke his back reassuringly, and Adam crawled forward a little, and Danny had one hand on Mac’s cock and probably the other hand on Adam’s ass to aim, and then Mac felt like he was pressing his dick against an impenetrable wall of flesh. “Check your aim,” he murmured loud enough for Danny to hear.

There was a pause and he could feel Danny’s hair tickle his thigh on the way down as he bent to look critically at the situation. “Nope. It’s right on target.” And then Danny realized what Mac was talking about. “Listen up, buddy, we need ya to relax. You keep tensin’ up like this and it’s gonna hurt.”

“It’s gonna hurt anyway,” Adam whimpered, not bothering to whisper anymore.

“Yes,” Mac put in quietly, “but it will hurt less if you relax.” He hoped Danny wasn’t mad at him for talking without permission, but he sensed that Adam needed guidance and reassurance from both of them.

Adam was still presenting a brick wall, and impulsively Mac put a hand on the back of his head and tugged him down for another kiss, his free hand teasing first one nipple and then the other, and Adam moaned and seemed to be melting onto Mac’s chest. And finally, finally Adam began to relax and Mac lifted his hips just the slightest bit, just enough to give Danny the indication. Danny got the signal and Mac could feel Adam start to lower just the slightest bit.

He didn’t get very far before whimpering and starting to draw back up, but Mac seized his tongue again and pinched a nipple for no real reason, and he felt Adam start to relax again. Mac’s hand left the back of Adam’s head and then both Adam’s nipples got payback for earlier, being rolled and stroked and rubbed and pinched firmly between thick fingers that were calloused from frequent guitar playing, and if Mac wasn’t sucking on Adam’s tongue the young man might’ve started howling. Okay, the kid had pretty sensitive nipples.

And Mac felt the head of his cock start to slide into the tightest ass he’d ever felt. He was surprised; Danny was right on target. And then he was worried, in that this might even be painful for Mac so what was Adam about to go through?

Mac put everything he had into tormenting those nipples and keeping that tongue all to himself, and finally he felt the head slip past Adam’s sphincter, and Adam gave a painful grunt and yanked his tongue back. Adam buried his face in Mac’s neck and the older man could hear the gritted-teeth wheezing in his ear, and he could feel tiny drops of warmth land on his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this,” Mac whispered softly in the nearby ear.

“I want to,” Adam whispered back, and Mac’s hand abandoned a nipple to run fingers reassuringly through the naturally tousled hair.

Danny’s hand left Mac’s cock and Mac heard the fumbling of the lube bottle, and then Mac hissed when the cold stuff hit his dick and he realized that Danny was giving him an extra coating. Smart. The cold also made Mac shrink the slightest bit—he didn’t like playing with cold stuff—and that seemed to make it a little easier for Adam to slide down about half an inch.

With slowness that was excruciating, it was after what felt like a full hour that Adam was finally sitting on Mac’s hips. Mac gritted his teeth and rubbed Adam’s thighs reassuringly, trying to give him time to adjust, trying not to seize those hips and start thrusting.

“How’s it feel, Mac?” Danny asked from somewhere above Adam.

Mac groaned. “Sir, sometime soon may I fuck your ear canal? Or perhaps your nose?”

Danny snorted. “That tight, eh?”

“Tight isn’t the word for it,” Mac grunted. “I don’t think there is a word for it.” It felt like his dick was being strangled.

“Maybe I shoulda fucked ‘im first,” Danny’s voice said soberly, and Mac realized that the voice had dropped altitude enough that Danny had to be kneeling next to the couch, and fingers brushed against Mac accidentally as the Italian joined his lover in petting Adam reassuringly. “I mean, I was back there preppin’ for a good while, but fingers only go so far, ya know?”

By some unspoken agreement, Mac and Danny mostly abandoned the dominance issue. Danny wasn’t protesting when Mac spoke or moved without permission, but Mac still only did so when he felt like it was needed and he was still calling Danny ‘sir.’ It had been about Mac being a good boy earlier, but now priorities had changed and it was all about keeping Adam comfortable and trying to keep the young man from getting seriously hurt.

As if reading his mind, Danny nosed Mac’s ear. “I think you’re readin’ this better than I am,” the Italian confessed quietly.

Mac turned his head so he was whispering in the direction of Danny’s ear. “I think you need to stay in charge. Keep that constant, at least, but it’s good to lower the formality. He needs comfort and reassurance right now but he also doesn’t need to worry about me suddenly having free will again.”

Danny gave the softest of snorts and the quietest of whispers. “You figured out who it is, didn’t ya?”

“Yes sir,” Mac murmured, unable to keep the smug smile off his face. Adam didn’t appear to hear them; he was probably trying to convince himself that it didn’t hurt and that reflexively trying to get Mac out of him the old-fashioned way would more than likely be a bad idea.

“Showoff.” And Danny leaned up and captured Mac’s lips, and Mac moaned softly at the good and familiar mouth of his lover. Somehow Mac’s dick got enough circulation to twitch again, and Adam gave a soft groan from his position of sitting straight up on Mac’s hips and trying not to move. Mac smiled into the kiss and as Danny drew back, Mac mouthed the words ‘love you.’ Danny leaned in again and gave his lover another soft peck, and then slid his lips along Mac’s cheek and whispered a “love ya back” before drawing away and standing again. “Alright, pal, next step: moving.”

Adam gave another whimper, and Mac’s hands abandoned the thighs to find Adam’s own hands and clasp gently and rub his thumbs against the palms. It was a gesture to let Adam know that he was in good and experienced hands and they were trying to make it good for him, now would he please trust their judgment?

Mac felt Danny’s fingers wedge themselves between Adam’s ass and Mac’s hips. “Lift up a bit. C’mon, just an inch. We can do this slow. Mac, you’re gonna stay still, aren’t ya?”

“Yes sir.”

And Mac did stay still, and his mind was filled with the mental image of Adam either biting his lip or gritting his teeth as he lifted just one inch and not a bit more. And then back down again. And up again, slowly, and back down. And Adam moaned. One of Danny’s hands left its spot and trailed fingers across Mac’s firm stomach, and Mac guessed that he was stroking Adam’s cock.

Adam lifted up again, two inches this time, and sank back down with a loud sigh. And up again. With infinite patience, Mac fought back the urge to move as Adam worked himself to the point where he lifted up until only the head of Mac’s dick was inside him. Mac drew in his elbows and gripped Adam’s hands in a way to better support his weight, and Adam was clutching him in a surprisingly strong grip as he repeatedly impaled himself slowly on Mac’s dick.

Mac heard footsteps and felt Danny looming above him as the Italian abandoned touching Adam to just take a step back and watch. “That is fuckin’ hot,” Danny declared. Adam kept moving on his own, whining softly with each stroke. “Think you can handle Mac movin’, buddy?”

Gently Mac extricated his hands from Adam’s death grip and moved the young man’s hands to Mac’s biceps, and the older man’s calloused fingers found Adam’s hips and guided his lifts and falls gently, moving his own hips the slightest bit. Adam groaned loudly as Mac started to pick up the pace until they were meeting halfway, and Mac’s entire being was focused on soft strokes and trying not to slam up into the suffocating heat that strangled and released his cock.

Adam began moving in earnest, gripping Mac’s biceps and sliding up and dropping down just a little harder every time until the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh began to break through Mac’s firm control of himself. Mac tugged on Adam’s hips just a little harder and Adam gave a quiet shout and went along with it, moving faster, dropping farther, slamming harder against Mac. And Mac gave a loud growl of arousal and braced his feet against the couch, thrusting up into that incredible tight silken cavern.

“My fuckin’ God,” Danny groaned, and Mac felt the couch next to his shoulder dip as Danny braced a knee next to Mac’s head, and the older man turned without being asked and searched with his mouth until he found Danny’s straining erection. “Oh yeah, Mac, suck that dick. Yeah, gimme that hot mouth.”

Adam was really going at it now, one hand abandoning Mac to probably brace against the back of the couch, and Mac pictured the young man with his head thrown back, face contorted in carnal ecstasy, moaning like a cat in heat. And Mac fucked himself in to Adam harder, his lips and tongue massaging Danny’s shaft, Danny’s groans falling on Mac’s ears like a mind fuck.

Adam was becoming even more vocal, all but shouting a continuous litany of “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God” as he rode Mac harder and faster, and Mac gripped his hips and tried to restrain a scream when Adam clamped down around him. Adam’s body went rigid and he let out a strangled “Ohgod I’m, fuck, I… hogod it’s…” and Mac spat out Danny’s dick before he could grit his teeth as Adam compressed Mac’s dick and wailed and splattered Mac’s chest in blood-hot fluid. Mac gave a snarl that was almost pained as Adam gripped him, stroked him, milked him, and then Mac clenched the young man’s hips with bruising force and arched his back and slammed into that smothering heat one last time, a muffled roar trying to escape from Mac’s clenched teeth and Adam moaned and jerked and shuddered as Mac’s cock throbbed inside him.

And then Mac’s hands were urging Adam off the hypersensitive dick, and the moment Adam released him Mac surged up and laid a surprised lab tech flat on his back on the couch and located Adam’s cock with his hand and swallowed it whole, and Adam gave nothing short of a scream and clenched his fingers in Mac’s hair as the older man cleaned and milked his cock. Adam was shaking hard when Mac released the soft length and turned his tongue’s attentions to running up Adam’s stomach and chest and neck and finally his mouth, kissing him fiercely.

Danny allowed them to plunder each others’ mouths for a moment before he tugged on Mac’s shoulder. “Hey, where’s mine?” he demanded good-naturedly, and Mac snorted and gave Adam one last caress with his lips before leaning up and then sitting properly on the couch, and Danny’s hands peeled off the condom and his mouth descended to the softening cock, cleaning every drop of come he could find. Mac groaned as the eager mouth moved to lick up the white spatter on Mac’s chest, tonguing nipples just for the hell of it, and then Danny thrust his tongue into Mac’s mouth to share a kiss that was heavy on salt taste and on lust.

Danny finally stood and tugged Mac up, and then the Italian sat on the sweat-slick leather and Mac descended to his knees without even being asked, taking Danny’s cock deep into his mouth. He heard Adam groan again as Danny’s hand found Mac’s hair, guiding him to take every single inch and take it hard and fast, and Mac cupped Danny’s balls with one hand and used his other to roam Danny’s chest and abdomen as he buried his face in the dark blond curls, and then Danny gripped Mac’s hair and thrust into Mac’s mouth and gave a choked groan and came bucking and shuddering, his come firing into Mac’s mouth. Mac drank it down greedily and milked Danny’s length for more, letting Danny fuck his mouth as long as he could stand it.

Finally Danny drew back with a moan, the sensations almost too much on his sensitive dick. Mac pulled himself up and sat on the couch between Danny and the puddle that was Adam and tugged the Italian close to him, tugging Adam as well so that they fell into a sort of caressing, sighing, and gently kissing pile of sated appreciation.

Adam finally pulled away and flopped back. “Wow.”

Mac was still blindfolded but he turned his head in Adam’s direction anyway. “You okay?”

Adam made a sound that made Mac think he was melting. “Not really,” he wheezed, “but I think it was worth it.”

Danny curled up so that his legs were over Mac’s lap and his head was on Mac’s shoulder. “Word of advice, buddy: when ya get home, take a bath. Not a shower, a bath. Soak in hot water for a while. It’ll help.”

“Gotcha,” Adam moaned.

Danny paused. “And sorry ‘bout the bruises.”

Mac wondered what he meant until he realized that there must be some pretty sore places on Adam’s hips. “Sorry,” Mac added softly.

Adam’s weight moved in a way that made Mac think he was giving a little wave. “I should’ve seen it coming. Battle scars and all that. I’ll live.”

There was a long silence that wasn’t uncomfortable, but then it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. “Want something to eat?” Mac finally asked.

Adam blew out a heavy breath. “Nah. I think I’ll, uh… get home. I need to get cleaned up anyway.”

Mac and Danny nodded. Danny stroked Mac’s shoulder and asked Adam. “You wanna go ahead and get outta here?” They’d both guessed that Adam still wanted Mac’s blindfold to stay right where it was. Mac was sure that Adam at least had a hunch that Mac had guessed his identity, but the blindfold was a way of reassuring him. It was a silent agreement that this would never be spoken of again… unless Adam wanted it.

“I think I do, yeah.” Adam started to move painfully but in no direction that Mac could discern, and slowly Mac turned to help Adam to a sitting position. “No offense, guys, but… yeah, I’d like to get home now.” Get away before this turned way too awkward. He’d just had sex with his boss and his boss’s boyfriend (who was also his coworker), after all.

Mac paused to slide a hand on Adam’s shoulder in a way that he hoped would be taken as casual and comforting. “Thanks for joining us. I hope you feel like coming back sometime.” And then he paused deliberately and added “whoever you are.”

Mac knew that Danny was watching Adam’s face, and when Danny gave Mac’s shoulder a covert pat, Mac guessed correctly that Adam was relieved that Mac was at least pretending to not acknowledge his identity. “Thanks,” Adam stuttered. “Thanks for, uh… for doing this. I had a good time.”

That sounded a little fake, but it seemed like Adam was trying to reassure himself that things hadn’t changed between them.

Danny took the hint and stood up. “Hey Mac, stay put. I’m gonna help our guest here get dressed and get outta here.”

“Yes sir,” Mac said calmly. Danny stood up and Mac helped the Italian get a limp Adam off the couch, and judging by the footsteps Adam’s stride was pretty awkward and painful on the way back to the clothes in the study. Mac sat in silence for a long moment, and then two sets of shoes started walking across the carpet toward the front door. The door was unlocked and then opened.

Mac heard Adam pause. “Hey, I, uh… thanks. I guess I’ll see ya. I mean, I… You won’t see me, since I, uh… ”

“Take care,” Mac interrupted gently.

Adam gave a nervous stutter, shot a quick “bye” at Danny, and then the door closed.

Danny stepped back over to Mac. “He’s out.”

Mac reached up and tugged off the blindfold, keeping his eyes closed as he undid the knot out of habit. Slowly he cracked his eyes open until he was blinking normally. “Adam?”

Danny nodded. “Adam.”

“How’d he look?”

“Looked like a nervous wreck,” Danny said honestly. He watched Mac stand. “I think ya handled it good, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye when he left. And he’s walkin’ like ya tore ‘im in half.”

Mac sighed. “I went as easy on him as I could, but Danny… this is the second time that I’ve been a man’s first experience with bottoming. Don was the same way. Why do they keep going when they see what they’re getting into?”

Danny shrugged. “I guess it’s you. They respect ya or they want ya or somethin’—not that I blame ‘em—and they don’t wanna back out. Ya know, Adam actually said that he’s figured for a while that we were screwin’ and he hasn’t told nobody, and in a nutshell he’d been wonderin’ what I saw in ya.”

Mac blinked. “He wanted to have sex with me so he could figure out why we were seeing each other?”

“Or somethin’ like that.” Danny shrugged. “He said that he wasn’t the only one that wanted ta get in your pants. I still can’t believe he asked me ta help.”

Mac crossed his arms thoughtfully. “What I’m wondering is how that conversation went from one of my lab techs talking to my roommate, and devolving into him asking you if you would start playing one of our dominance games and blindfold me and keep me still and would you order me to fuck him.”

Danny flattened his palms and crossed them in front of his chest like an X. “He made me swear not ta tell. Honestly, I probably said more than I should’ve, but I figured ya needed ta know.”

“I’d like to know everything,” Mac put in idly, but he sighed and stretched. “I get the feeling that I won’t hear the whole story for a while, though.”

“Probably not.”

Mac regarded his clothed lover with a soft smile. “Do you plan on doing this often? Bringing strange men over for me to fuck?”

Danny gave a too-casual shrug. “Hey, you know Adam. I figured that if the guy had the balls to ask me, he should get somethin’ out of it. He was about to piss himself when he first saw ya in the study.”

Mac had to give him that one and he stepped forward and put hands on Danny’s shoulders. “Well, I had a good time,” Mac said softly. He leaned in to capture Danny’s lips, and Danny gave a contented sigh and slid arms around Mac’s still-naked waist.

Danny eventually cupped on of Mac’s ass cheeks, gave it a squeeze and a soft slap, and pulled back. “You better get some clothes on before I get tempted into round two.”

“And wouldn’t that be a shame,” Mac said drolly, stepping away from his lover and back toward the study.

Danny watched the ass walk away from him. “Tragedy.”

Mac threw a chuckle over his shoulder. “Love you, Danny.”

“Love ya, Mac.”

Author's note to my AFF.net readers: I plan on continuing to work on "New York State of Mind" and "Keeping the Faith"... but my muses hardly want to work on those anymore. They don't think that anybody cares.

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