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Couple: Mac Taylor & Adam Ross

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Mac had come home and we'd made love all night. Well, until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. But Mac seemed to understand, after three rounds he was happy as he held me while I slept. I heard the phone ring about 5AM. I whimpered as Mac slid his hand on my back. I heard him say.

"Yeah, Flack." I felt him kiss my shoulder, we were both still naked. But I knew it had to be a case, this damn early in the morning. I turned over as he was talking. "Flack, go to hell, it's his day off." I heard laughter from the phone as Mac slid his hands over my stomach.

"Sorry, Adam, big case!" Mac handed me the phone while he went to take a shower.

"How are the twins? You feeling okay?" I sat up some, stroking my stomach.

"They seem to be okay and I'm feeling okay. Pissed that you're taking Mac on his day off, that's about it." Flack made a grunting sound.

"We've got scene with about six dead bodies. You know that he's needed. Especially with Stella flying to Greece for the week. Just take it easy, Adam. I've got to go." He hung up and I mumbled. Mac was good at taking Military showers that could last ten minutes, or less. He was clean and done. The sheets were softly pooled around my waist as he kissed me slowly, with only a towel around his waist.

"Work sucks sometimes, but I'll call around 9AM. You have only been asleep for about three hours." I slid my hands along his wet hair and kissed his shoulder, nibbling on his ear slowly.

"Don't go to work, make love to me, Mac." He groaned softly, sliding his hands under the sheet as he strokes my hard cock.

"God, Adam, I hate work right now." I kissed him slowly, sucking on his tongue, as I undid the towel and cupped his cock and stroked it. He groaned softly, moving against my hand, he was just as hard as me.

"Mac, cum for me, you don't need to go to work with a hard cock!"

I started to stroke his cock, putting some lube on it as he groaned. He kissed me, hard. He started to stroke my hard cock as I whimpered softly, the lube and his hand felt so good. I started to cum on my stomach as he kissed me slowly. I stroked him until he came and he groaned softly.

"God, I need to go to work. I'll be home when I can." He brought a cold rag and started to clean my stomach. After he had got dressed, he kissed me and covered me up. "Get some more sleep, Baby, please? Love you, Baby." I grunted softly.

"Love you too, Baby, be safe." I rolled to my side as I heard him leave. I nuzzled into the covers some and I let myself fall asleep. I slept until he called at about 9am. I put the phone to my ear.

"Mac?" I heard the soft laughter from Mac.

"You are lazy sometimes, Adam. You sleep more than I do!" I smirked some as I sat up.

"Well, I like sleep, it makes me feel refreshed. How's the case? Do you want me to come in and help? Flack made it sound like it was a big case." I slid out of the bed and pulled on some jeans. I leaned against the wall putting them on as the phone was held by my shoulder.

"No, Adam. We've got the whole team on this one. I want you to get something to eat, since your eating for three. You have not eaten for almost eight hours, you need some food." I smirked some, if he wasn't my lover I swear that sometimes I would call him mommy!

"I've got to get out of the house today! I think I'll stop at a McDonalds and get me some food. Got to do some chores, then I'll come back and clean a little." I head the soft grunt.

"I prefer you to eat before you head out for the day, Adam." I looked through my clothes and threw a long sleeve shirt and a t-shirt on the bed. I pulled out a pair of my baggy black jeans.

"I promise I'll eat, Mac. I'm just going to get the food somewhere besides here, at home."

I picked up the clothing and walked into the bathroom and put them on the sink.

"Just be careful, Adam, please." I laughed softly.

"I'm not the one trying to solve crimes. You need to be more careful than I do. I'm going to let you go, so you can get back to the case." I hung up before he could say goodbye.

I started the shower, undressed and stepped in. I started to wash myself and I heard the phone ring. I had never really hung up on Mac before. But he was worrying too much, and he needed to focus on the case. I grabbed the towel and started to dry myself. I heard the cell go off, again. I checked it, it was Mac. I got dressed and texted him.

"Get to work, Mac. I am fine."

I put some socks and shoes on and went to put some gel in my hair and style it a little. I ignored the calls as I went out to my car. I drove along and went through the drive-through, I grabbed a large sprite and I got three cheese burgers. I started to eat as I drove along. I stopped at a store where I could get some fresh fruit that I'd been craving. I went into the park and for my stop there, I took a baseball to the right side of my face. I winced some, a kid came over to say sorry but I told him it wasn't his fault, he didn't mean to and that he didn't need to worry about it.

I stopped at a place that sold the burgers the team liked. I got soda, fries and burgers and had them put it all into a good size box. When I got to the lab, I headed up and got the team their food. I headed towards the break room to get the food ready, then I would call to see where everyone was, so that they knew there was some food for them. I saw Danny come up to me and take the food from me.

"Adam, what the hell are you doing here?" He saw my face, the bruise was probably forming on the right side of my face by now. "Adam, what the hell happened to your face?" I saw Mac coming and at the look of worry on his face I held my hands up.

"Easy, both of you. I am fine. I went to the park and some kid hit a fly ball and it ended up smacking me on the right side of the face. Now you guys have been working all day, so eat. I've still got some chores to go and do." Mac approached me.

"Like hell you're leaving until I'm sure you're okay." I rolled my eyes, I was a little moody after the hit in the face with the baseball.

"No, it wasn't a ball to the stomach, just the right side of the face. No symptoms of a concussion. So get some food and work the case. I don't need any special attention." Hawk walked up and looked at my face.

"Nice shiner, Adam." I nodded some.

"One problem with walking in the park is you never know when a fly ball is going to smack the side of your face. But I brought food for you guys. I knew this was a hard case, so I thought you could eat." Mac looked at me.

"Hawk, I want you to make sure he's okay. He won't listen to me, he says he not having symptoms of a concussion." I held my hand up to Hawk.

"He is your boss, but this has nothing to do with your job. I feel fine and this happened about an hour ago." I started to walk out. I had to finish the chores then I could go home and take a nap to get rid of the small throbbing in my head. I felt the arm on my shoulder.

"Adam, please let Hawk look you over." I looked at Mac, took his hand off me and just kept walking.

"Solve the case, Mac."

I got away before he came at me again. When I last looked, he looked a little shocked, I had actually told him what to do. But I wasn't in the mood to be mothered. I felt fine, I wasn't dying, nor were the twins. I turned my cell off and headed out to finish some chores. I drove to the docks before I went to the grocery store. I looked out over the water, it was beautiful. It may be colder here then where I was raised but New York City was beautiful.

My cell had stopped ringing ever thirty minutes, two hours after it started. When I got to the house, there was Don. I raised an eyebrow and grabbed things to move them into the house.

"Mac and the team are working something, he said you wouldn't answer your phone. I thought I would stop and check on you." He grabbed some things, it took us each two loads to get everything in. I finally decided to say something.

"Well, when you see Mac, or talk to him, tell him I am fine. Just don't feel like talking to anyone. My head is throbbing a little from the baseball that made contact with the side of my face, nothing big." I started to put away the food, in the kitchen, and Don sighed.

"Yeah, well, you know Mac, he worries." I finished putting the food away with Don's help.

"Well, when you tell him not to worry, tell him that my phone will be off. I am going to go upstairs and get some sleep. My head will be fine after that. My stomach has not bothered me at all, so the twins seem to be fine." Don looked at me.

"Adam, don't turn your phone off. That will freak Mac out even more." I grunted and looked to him.

"You're going tell him that I am just sleeping and my phone will be back on in about three to five hours. I am moody and all I need is some more sleep, and no one waking me up!"

I didn't let him answer, I went upstairs, leaving my phone that I'd turned off, on top of my shirts on the chair in the bed room. I took my jeans off and slid on some sweats. I laid down and fell asleep, right off the bat. Going out and doing chores had worn me out. Along with the fact of getting hit by a baseball, I just needed some undisturbed sleep.