Title: Socks & Cuffs
By: nancy
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: NC17
A/N: written for 30_Lemons Challenge #22 Bottoms Up, or, "Surprise! Guess's Who's on Top Tonight?" & #3 The Sexuality of Terror, or, "Help, I'm Out of Control, Thank God!" also, thanks to Rebecca for the title!

Mac grinned at Danny as his lover approached with a bottle of chocolate syrup. “And what makes you think I’m going to let you on the bed with that?”

“Technically, I’m only going to use it on you, not the bed, so where’s the complaint?” Danny countered, smirking.

Snorting, Mac said, “Technicalities don’t work on me, Danny.”

“Oh yeah? Okay. How about specifics like I’m going to cover your cock in chocolate sauce and suck it right off of you? Or what about me using it as pre-lube to eat out your ass?”

Mac’s thought processes fizzled a bit at the imagery and it took a few seconds to pull himself together. By the time he did, Danny was kneeling on the bed and moving to straddle him. “You know, when you said to get naked because you had a surprise, I didn’t picture this.”

“Why not?” Danny countered, impish. “I don’t like chocolate?”

“No, I just meant...actually, I don’t know if you do,” Mac admitted, surprised.

Danny laughed. “I do. So why didn’t you picture this?”

Mac shrugged and answered, “You just sounded very...intense...more intense than a romp in bed with chocolate sauce would call for.”

Drizzling sauce over Mac’s midriff, provoking a gasp at the cold contact, Danny bent to lick his way through it. Mac shivered as an intense look entered his lover’s gaze, a look that matched the voice that had told him to get naked and wait in bed. It was the same look he’d seen on Danny’s face when they were out after work at a bar, the whole team laughing and talking as the younger CSI took off to seduce some pretty woman into his bed for the night. It was...

Predatory.

Mac licked at suddenly dry lips.

“Oh yeah, you get it now,” Danny muttered, licking and then biting sharply on a nipple.

Hissing in reaction, his nipple hardening almost instantly, Mac knew if he didn’t take control then and there, he wouldn’t be able to. He pushed up without warning and shoved Danny onto his side, then rolled on top of him. For once, though, Danny wasn’t giving in. He tried to roll them again, but Mac fought to keep him pinned, starting a wrestling match that had the mattress half-off the boxspring before Danny managed to flip him off to the side. Mac started to get to his knees, but Danny dropped on top of him, using his body weight and leverage to push Mac face-first into the bed.

“Your ass is mine tonight, Taylor, and you’re gonna fuckin’ love every second of it.”

Mac shuddered at the hot words snarled into his ear.

“You’re going to beg for more by the time I’m all the way in,” Danny continued, then licked slowly up the side of Mac’s throat. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, Taylor, and that’s a good, hard, fucking.”

Mac tried once more to get free, but couldn’t and fear chased through him. He’d always been the one on top, that made things okay. This...wasn’t. “Danny, don’t, don’t do this.”

“Hey, Mac, it’s okay,” Danny said, sounding like himself again, letting up enough to meet Mac’s gaze. “Easy there, lover, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. You just need to let go, Mac, let me take care of you, okay? Trust me.”

Which was what it always came down to, of course; trust. Did he trust Danny not to hurt him? Absolutely. Did he trust himself enough to let go and be able to find himself again when it was over? He wasn’t so sure about that.

Kissing the back of Mac’s neck, Danny murmured, “It’ll be okay, Mac, I promise. Just let it go, let me in.”

“I don’t think...” Mac shook his head. “I can’t, I want to, God, I want you to have this, Danny, it’s not right you never do, but...”

Danny sat up altogether at that, making a thoughtful noise. “You know what? I think I got an idea.”

Mac rolled onto his side and watched as Danny jogged out into the living room, disappearing from sight, then reappearing with handcuffs. Mac swallowed hard, the dull gleam of metal like an illicit beacon in the darkness. “Cuffs?”

Flashing him a knowing look, Danny said, “You don’t have to worry about it if you can’t get loose, right? If you got no choice?”

He’d played just a little with bondage with Claire, once upon a time, her theory being much the same. That he was too in-control to let her in enough to satisfy them both. The results had been...explosive...to say the least. At the time, it had been the most mind-blowing orgasm he’d had in months.

“And you’re still in control here, Mac, just say the word and I stop no matter what I’m doing and the cuffs come off,” Danny told him firmly. “Actually, what word do you want to use?”

The one word that would throw cold water on them both was easy enough to come up with.

“Claire.”

Danny nodded, lips twisting wryly. “That’ll do it. But hmm...you’re gonna fight and I don’t wanna leave any marks, so...hang on.”

Mac watched as Danny grabbed socks, of all things, from the dresser and then came back, climbing on the bed with them and the cuffs. “Socks?”

“Necessity is the mother of invention, ain’t that what they say?” Danny quipped. “Turn over and put your arms over your head, Mac, grab the railing.”

Hesitant, Mac did as he was told and watched as Danny wrapped the socks around his wrists before lacing the cuffs through the bars of the headboard and locking them in place. He gave an experimental tug, and then a harder one, but he definitely couldn’t get free.

“Lift up,” Danny ordered.

Mac did so awkwardly and Danny pushed a pillow under his hips, raising his ass and letting his dick hang free. It was an extremely vulnerable position. “Danny, I don’t know about this.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then let it happen, Mac. Let me in.”

Mac opened his mouth to protest when something cold splattered along his crack, startling him. Craning his neck, he found Danny grinning at him.

“What, you thought I was going to waste the opportunity to mess up the bed?” Danny teased.

Mac snorted. “You’re doing the laundry.”

Chuckling, Danny didn’t answer, instead bending down to lick away the chocolate sauce. Mac moaned as his lover’s agile tongue slid up and down the cleft of his ass, cleaning the cool liquid from his body.

“Mmm...taste good, Mac,” Danny told him. “Pretty please with a chocolate covered Mac is my new favorite phrase.”

“As long as you don’t use it at the office,” Mac gasped, arching as Danny’s tongue pushed into his hole for the first time.

Now he knew why Danny loved it so much when he did it. Mac shuddered and sagged against the pillows as Danny worked him over, unable to do anything but lie there and let him. Danny’s tongue didn’t seem all the long when they were kissing, but now seemed like it was reaching so far inside him. He’d never been into ass play before, not his own anyhow, and never considered it an erogenous zone, but Danny was proving him wrong. The tongue was replaced by a finger slick with something other than chocolate sauce and Mac froze as it pushed slowly inside.

“Breathe, Mac,” Danny ordered.

Mac drew in a ragged breath and slowly let it go, forcing himself to relax. He’d just grown used to that strange intrusion when it multiplied and became two fingers. That flutter of panic lit into him again and he struggled against the cuffs, demanding, “Stop it, Danny! We’re not doing this any more.”

Danny ignored him, though, continuing to caress him from the inside as he soothed, “It’s okay, Mac, you’re doing real good here. Just relax and let me in.”

Yanking savagely on the cuffs, Mac strained to get free, but it was futile. The headboard was too solid to be moved and the cuffs too strong to break. He pushed onto his knees and half-crawled towards the headboard to get away from the fingers inside him, but Danny simply moved with him. And then he was right behind Mac, a warm, solid presence that had always meant safety and comfort, even when they’d just been friends. Soft lips touched his shoulder as Danny kissed him and just left his fingers in place, not moving them.

“You okay now?” Danny questioned.

Mac shook his head, wordless, afraid to speak for the tightness in his throat.

Nuzzling at his ear, Danny told him, “We’re just going to stay here, like this, ‘til you tell me otherwise.”

It felt a little ridiculous to be kneeling on the bed with Danny’s fingers in his ass, but Mac also felt inordinately grateful for the sign that his trust hadn’t been misplaced. He knew he could get free if he truly wanted, one word would stop everything, but he wasn’t sure they would recover from that one word. Claire would literally hang between them in a way that she hadn’t before.

Mac gasped in reaction when Danny’s finger nudged inside him, just a little twitch that brushed over his prostate and sent a bolt of feeling through him. That treacherous finger repeated the movement until Mac was shuddering with need and leaning back against Danny’s chest for support, breathing hard.

“That’s it, baby, let it all go,” Danny murmured. “Just feel me in you and think how good it’ll be when there’s more of me there. You’re going to feel so good, Mac, I promise. Gonna love what I do to you.”

Danny’s finger didn’t stop the internal massage that whole time and Mac’s orgasm took him completely by surprise, causing him to cry out loudly, hips jerking against the air. When he regained his thoughts, both of Danny’s fingers were slowly moving in and out of his hole, but Mac was too wrecked to care. The friction even felt moderately good and he sighed deeply, relaxing further and tilting his face towards Danny’s, whereupon his lover obliged him with a deep, hungry kiss.

Humming happily into the kiss, Danny’s tongue slid alongside Mac’s as he slowly devoured him, distracting him somewhat from the third finger that invaded his body. Danny was easily one of the best kissers Mac had been lovers with, putting his whole focus on the recipient and giving real attention to what he was doing. Some guys just used it to weaken the resistance, but Danny seemed to enjoy kissing for kissing’s sake and it showed.

The stretching was uncomfortable enough, and foreign enough, that Mac was thrown out of his comfort zone once more. He broke off the kiss and gripped the rail, tension leeching back into his body.

“So two guys walk into a bar, one of them a Catholic and the other a Protestant,” Danny began, apropos of nothing.

Thrown, Mac gaped at Danny and asked, “What?”

Danny grinned at him. “You looked like you were getting tense again, like you could use a laugh maybe, so I’m telling you a joke.”

Mac couldn’t help it. He laughed and said fondly, “You’re insane, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Maybe a couple times,” Danny confirmed, eyes sparkling. “So. You wanna try the kissing thing again? Or, I could just...”

Mac’s breath hitched in surprise when Danny’s free hand encircled his dick and started a slow stroking counterpoint to the fingers moving in and out of him. Kissing started back up anyhow and it wasn’t too long before Mac was back in a very happy place, his prostate receiving another massage while he was being jacked and kissed to within an inch of his life.

When Danny pulled away and groaned, “Please Mac, please let me have you, I gotta have you, need to be in you so bad.”

Mac was so turned around from all the sensation, that he probably would’ve signed over his life savings and pension plan to boot, just then. He nodded emphatically and agreed, “Do it, Danny, fuck me.”

Biting sharply at Mac’s shoulder, Danny asked, “You want a condom?”

Thought was difficult, but Mac shook his head. “I don’t use one with you.”

“I know, but...”

Mac stopped his words with a hard, hungry kiss, then ordered, “Fuck me before I change my mind, Danny.”

Danny didn’t, apparently, need to be told more than twice. It was only seconds later that his cock pushed against Mac’s ass, breeching him slowly. Mac gasped in pain, eyes watering from the stretch and burn, and bit his lip to keep from making any noise. Danny moved forward in fits and stops, giving him plenty of time to adjust. Just when it felt like Mac couldn’t take another inch, he felt Danny’s pubes against his ass and the lean, defined chest against his back.

“That’s it, Mac, just breathe slow,” Danny urged, then moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good. I could come right now, you feel so God damn good.”

Doing his best to breathe deeply, Mac gasped, “If you do, I’m going to kill you.”

Danny’s hands snaked around front again, jerking him off in a deliberate rhythm, rolling and squeezing his balls. It helped take the focus off his ass, and he closed his eyes, leaning back against his lover, letting Danny support him completely.

“I love that you trust me this way, love how you feel, Mac,” Danny murmured.

Mac started to reach back, only to have the cuffs pull at him, reminding him that he couldn’t really do anything. Danny could push him down and fuck him hard enough to make him bleed and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. The thought sent a flash of heat through him and Mac jerked in shock at what he’d just discovered about himself.

Danny gave a strangled moan at the constriction around his dick. “Shit! Fuck, Mac, I gotta move, please, let me move!”

Nodding, Mac thrust back on the cock impaling him, provoking another strangled noise from his lover. Danny moved at that, but slowly, taking his time. Maybe even getting a little of his own back for all those times Mac had made him wait for it, made him beg for a cock in his ass. He hadn’t truly understood the need at the time, but now he did, the friction and pleasure increasing as Danny fucked him just a little harder.

Time lost meaning as his body took over his rational mind, giving him over to Danny. The hard cock in his ass, the hot breath against his neck, the meaty slap of balls against his ass, the hand on his own dick, all combined to drive him crazy in very short order. Add in the brush of Danny’s cockhead over his prostate every so often and pleasure sizzled through him with an intensity that later astonished him.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck Mac, you feel so good, so tight,” Danny groaned against his ear. “Fucking love you, Mac, love you so God damned much. Fuck!”

Mac gave a loud, wordless protest when Danny lost it and slammed into him only once more to come deep inside him. He was thankful for his lover’s ability to multitask, because even in the midst coming, Danny’s hand tightened and twisted on Mac’s cock, pulling an orgasm from him, too. There was a short, uncontrolled fall to the side, both of them thoroughly wiped out. Mac moaned as he felt Danny’s cock dig deeper into his sore hole, coming a few more spurts as they both panted and struggled back from the mindless bliss.

He didn’t know how long they lay there recovering, but his arms were growing sore by the time he’d regained enough of his wits to nudge Danny with his foot and say, “Danny. Uncuff me.”

“Shit. I knew I shoulda brought the damn key with me to bed,” Danny muttered tiredly.

Alarmed that Danny hadn’t, Mac’s head whipped over to find a grin on his lover’s face and the key between his fingers. Exasperated, Mac ordered, “Uncuff me now or this is the first and last time you get to fuck me.”

The cuffs were off in very short order.

Mac winced when the movement dislodged Danny from his body, but sighed in relief when his lover rubbed his wrists, now devoid of cuffs and socks. “Looks like they’re going to bruise after all.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Danny apologized heavily, looking guilty. “I shouldn’t’ve done that, Mac, I shoulda been better prepared.”

Giving Danny an honest smile, Mac cupped his face and replied, “I’m not. I, well, I needed this. And I wanted to give it to you, I just didn’t know how.”

Danny looked hopeful as he asked, “Really?”

“Really,” Mac said firmly. He paused, then added, “But you’re still doing the laundry.”

With a broad grin, Danny nodded and they settled down under the covers, Danny turning off the bedside lamp. Mac winced at the literal pain in his ass, but the way that Danny curled up over his chest, pressing soft kisses against Mac’s collarbone and throat more than made up for the irritation.

“So...there’s gonna be another time, right?” Danny asked a few minutes later.

Mac snorted and slapped his lover on the ass. “Go to sleep, Danny.”

There would be another time, of course, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make Danny work for it.