Title: Moonlight Dance
By: kelly-girl
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Thanks to thetenthmuse1 for the great beta.
Summary: Danny's slippery and Mac's tempted.

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Mac's seen Danny drunk once before. He didn't get loud or dance on tables, didn't draw a lot of attention to himself. He'd been quiet and withdrawn. This time he's more gregarious and touchy. He has one arm around Flack's shoulders and his other hand hidden. Mac is sure it's on Lindsey's knee. He'd seen her pick it up and place it on the table twice, then just give up once she realized Danny wasn't going to move the hand upwards.

They all broke up shortly after that and he found himself volunteering to get Danny home. Outside it's cold, but not cold enough to make anyone sober. Danny's leaning against him while looking around like everything is brand new. Mac stiffens when a hand glides over his shirt, tugs on his tie. He has to lean closer to hear Danny's mumbles.

"Your shirt is so soft. Soft, soft, soft. Why do you wear black so much? You should try other colors. Black makes you look sad. It also makes you look badass so maybe that's why." Blue eyes meet his. "Is that why, Mac? To make you look more badass? I mean, you're badass without it but is it an intimidation thing? Come on, you can tell me. Tell ol' Danny boy all about it."

Just then a cab pulls up and Mac helps Danny inside. He gives the cabbie his address. Danny sits next to him, pressed close, a hand on his thigh, either checking out the fabric of Mac's pants, or just moving up and down in a meandering, slow manner. Mac's body perks up, but he controls it with ruthless efficiency. Danny seems to have forgotten his earlier questions.

"Hey Mac, can you do me a favor?"

He's leery of promising Danny anything in his current state. The way his luck is going it will be the only thing Danny remembers when he wakes up tomorrow. He puts Danny's hand on Danny's leg.

"If I can, Danny, sure."

Danny presses closer and his hand is back. It doesn't land on Mac's leg but on his crotch. Mac hisses quietly and before he can move Danny's hand, Danny mouth is warm, his words liquid in Mac's ear.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to shove me against a wall, pull down my pants and fuck me 'til I can't remember my own name."

A sharp short bite to his ear makes Mac shudder. He moves Danny's hand off his lap and pulls the other hand from where it's snuck around his waist. Finally he wrangles both of Danny's hands in both of his and takes a deep breath. He can feel the cabbie's amusement.

"That's not a good idea, Danny. You're drunk. Tomorrow you're going to be falling all over yourself to apologize for this conversation."

With his hands being held by Mac, Danny leans forward, and through luck and determination, lands his lips on Mac's. It's messy and short, but Mac catches the taste of Danny- licorice and heat. He pulls away even as his body clamors for more.

Before he can say anything, the cab stops. He pays the smirking driver and hustles Danny up to his apartment. It's not until they're both in Mac's living room that Mac wonders why he didn't just pay the driver to take Danny home. He pulls off his coat and hangs it up. He helps Danny out of his and heads for his kitchen, pulling two bottles of water out of the fridge and returning to hand one to Danny.

"You can take the couch. It's pretty comfortable. Let me find you a blanket."

In his bedroom closet, he pulls out a blanket and turns. Danny stands in his bedroom, looking around like he's about to make camp, so Mac pushes the blanket towards Danny, using it like a shield. "Here you go."

The smile he gives Danny is light, friendly. He's a buddy helping out another buddy. Nothing to see here and when Danny takes the blanket and throws it over his shoulder, Mac is still convinced that he's in control.

Danny's mouth tastes good, and Mac gives in. He's not drunk and he'll pay for this. Danny might wake up and hate him, or wake up and have to have Mac tell him what happened, but paying the piper is something Mac's used to doing. He places his hands on Danny's, which are on Mac's neck. He doesn't pull Danny away, only tightens his grip. Danny moans and something inside Mac flutters. He loves that sound. He could get used to hearing that sound every day. It comes again and Mac moves closer.

Danny hums into his mouth before moving so he can lick Mac's neck. He's muttering words that Mac can barely make out as busy hands skim under Danny's shirt. He didn't realize how much he's wanted to touch Danny's skin until he's doing it; skin that is so soft in places. There are dips and hills and when Mac rubs through chest hair and touches his nipples, Danny pants, the sound that comes out of his throat almost a whine.

Mac becomes addicted to the hard nubs, rubbing them over and over before finally wrenching Danny's shirt apart and getting his mouth on them. They feel perfect against his tongue. The world tilts and Danny is under him on the bed. He shifts and straddles the younger man, even as his brain tells him that now would be a good time to back off and get Danny back to the living room so they both can get some sleep. Tomorrow will come soon enough. His brain is being logical, but his body is on fire. Mac denies himself so much and right here is something that's being offered to him like an oasis in the desert. He's got it in his grip, his talons, and he'll be damned if he stops now.

He rolls off Danny for only a few minutes to tug at zippers that are quickly done away with, and then they're naked. He groans as he lies back down on Danny's body. The room is hot and their bodies quickly grow damp. Mac sucks a mark onto Danny's collarbone, while Danny's fingers dance a tempo across Mac's shoulders and back. They shift, and move, and both groan, when their cocks line up and they surge and push against one another.

Mac grips Danny's right hip and holds him still. He feels like he's in a storm, like there should be thunder and lightning, waves crashing against them both. Danny's voice rises and finally Mac listens to what he's saying. He's chanting, "Yes, yes, yes, please, that's it. Please, please, don't stop. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes. Mac, yes. Yes." Mac's heard dirtier, but something about these words spilling from Danny make him harder. He parts Danny's thighs and rocks between them. The space behind Danny's balls is hot and welcomes Mac's cock.

He doesn't try and push, just teases around that spot and wishes he could remember where something slick is, but his mind is blank and he can only rub and rut and listen to Danny crave more. He moves again before he's tempted to fuck Danny without prepping him and without protection. His mind is a whirlwind, but he will not hurt Danny for anything. He lines their cocks up and grips them together. One stroke turns into countless others and he grins at Danny's out flung arms and the way his hips pump and roll.

An 'Oh fuck' warns Mac and he watches as Danny comes, all stuttering hips and hot come that spills over Mac's hand and onto Danny's body. After Danny comes Mac speeds up and joins him a minute later, his deep groan making Danny chuckle. Mac rolls off Danny and stares at his ceiling as his breathing slows down and he raises up on an elbow to look at Danny. Danny is out like a light. The younger man looks like a debauched angel and makes Mac want to do it all over again, but he resists and gets up. A quick shower makes him feel normal.

He comes out dressed in his usual navy blue pajama bottoms. He stares at Danny who has managed to get one leg under a white sheet but that's it. Mac gently wrestles him under the covers and retrieves a water bottle and some aspirin from his kitchen. He leaves them on the nightstand before taking the blanket and going out to his living room.

Sleep is easier to find than he expects.

The End.