Set During: Malone v. Malone (Season 3)
For Mirella. I don't own the programme or the characters – I just borrow them and mess around with their love lives for a bit.
Pull The Other One, It Has Bells On It
Danny finally took the opportunity to sneak away from the office party and locate the bathroom; the problem with being constantly sober was that he couldn't even pretend to be having a good time.
Agent Fitzgerald was just finishing at the urinal when he walked in.
"Nice hat," He said snatching it off Martin's head and dumping it on his own, "It must be sending Sam weak at the knees."
Martin, now at the basin, splashed water at his colleague who grinned and leant back against the wall.
"You're not supposed to be privy to that information, remember." He chastised Danny.
"Hey man, I can't help it if you're going to feel her up on a balcony in front of the whole of New York."
Martin dried his hands. "How's it going out there?" He asked, indicating back in the direction of the offices.
"Pretty much in full swing. It will probably be hours before they notice we're gone."
Martin looked at him sceptically. Danny raised his eyebrows cheekily, threw the hat to the floor and sneaked over to look out the door at the corridor beyond. It must have been clear because he spun round, grabbed Martin at the shoulders and shoved him into a cubicle.
"Dude," Martin objected, "This is so high school."
"It's an office party; resorting to juvenile behaviour is par for the course."
"Yeah, but a toilet cubical?" He asked as Danny laid siege to his neck. "I mean an elevator, the janitors closest – under the bleachers..."
"Remind me that when we're next at a football game," Danny interjected.
"...but not in a toilet cubical!"
"You think you are so upper class," Danny commented teasingly as he broke off to grab Martin's face in his hands. "But are you too upper class for a quickie?"
"Come here," Martin responded finding the man's lips with his own, engaging his tongue as he lifted Danny's shirt from his pants to slide his hands underneath. His fingers were cold against his chest and Danny nearly fell over with the shock, crushing Martin back into the wall.
"I hate to think what you were like when you were a drunk!"
"Hey, I was an alcoholic," Danny pointed out as he straightened himself out, "That's like a drunk with a big promotion." He curled his hands over the top of the divider behind Martin and began to trail kisses his down his neck into the crook where his tie usually sat; the buttons now open to reveal skin. Letting himself be ravished, Martin undid the rest of the buttons; frustrated as Danny slid down with him but kept his hands on the wall.
He rested his hands on Danny's shoulders as he allowed his head to flop forward, revelling in the feeling of Danny's tongue over his hip bones. Martin started gathering fistfuls of Danny's hair in his hands.
Finally giving in, Danny's fingers found Martin again, or specifically Martin's belt and the part of Martin that sat just above his pant line. He leant forward grinning into Danny's hair, knowing what was coming next.
"You know I'm going to stink of you later," Martin mumbled, thinking of Sam.
"Don't worry, you'll have time to go home and shower first," Danny ran his tongue lightly over the tip of his goal, smiling devilishly as Martin's head flew back against the wall, "You always do."