Sorry I didn't post yeasterday I went to the eye doctor and got my eyes diolated. I couldn't read or write for FOUR HOURS. By the time it wore off it was almost nine o'clock and my mom wouldn't let me use the computer. I won't put up anything for Blue Eyes or A Mess for a few more days. Anyways I hope you enjoy this last part :)
Danny held Martin for a little longer, feeling the smaller man shake and cry into his chest. After a while he felt Martin slump in is arms and realized that Martin must have fallen asleep in his arms. He sighed, gently maneuvering Martin until he held him bridal style and carried him into his bedroom. He tucked him in then decided to crash on the couch instead of staying in the room.
Once Danny got back to the living room he realized how much of a bad idea it was. The couch was right across from the door, and it was so tempting to just get up and leave so he wouldn't have to deal with this. Sure he'd already broken up with Elena earlier today when he made the decision to confess to Martin, but he knew all he had to do was turn on his, "Danny Charm" and she would come back, and he could pretend that this never happened.
The clock on the wall was driving him crazy as he watched the seconds pass by. Soon Martin would come back out of the room and then they would talk and… his heart started to race.
"I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this," he kept repeating in his head. Samantha was right. He was a grown man and could make a decision for his own happiness. Right.? He started to doubt himself, thinking of the "what ifs".
What would the other says? What if Martin didn't want him anymore? What would his brother found out? He knew the scrutiny that the LGBT community was always under and how they were treated. Hell, there were even homophobes in the FBI building who didn't mind voicing the opinion about how much they hated homosexuals. People would lose the respect that he worked so hard to gain.
That was it! He was off the couch and at the door, hand ready to yank it opened when he stopped. Again the "what ifs" plaguing him. What if, no one care? What if everything turned out fine? What if he walked out this door and Martin does what he did before and Danny wasn't there to save him.
He released the door knob and sat back down.
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Martin awake with a start, trying to figure out what happened. He remembered letting Danny in and then… He pushed off the bed and hobbled down the hallway, only to find Danny passed out on his couch.
So, he did come here. Martin sighed not knowing what to do. He didn't want to wake him up. He just left him there moving to the kitchen as quietly as possible to get a glass of water. He sipped it slowly remembering what happened.
Danny had come over with a pizza, which would explain the un-touched box sitting on the counter. He said something about being sorry, not dealing with what happened well, being glad that Martin was alright. But Martin could very vividly remember crying himself to sleep in Danny's arms.
He sighed again putting his finished cup in the sink. Maybe it would be easier to just go back to bed and wait until morning to try to piece everything together. He turned off the kitchen light, padding his way into his room when he heard Danny make a noise.
He cursed inwardly. Talking to Danny would not be good for his sanity right now, "Martin," he cringed turning around to see Danny's half sleep glazed eyes looking straight at him, "You're awake," there was a small smile on his face.
"Yeah, I saw you on the couch and decided to leave you be for the moment," Martin said.
Danny stood up, "Martin, we need to talk."
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
"Martin, I know that I haven't dealt with any of this well. It took me a while to realize that what we had, hadn't been as detached as I once thought, but even when I knew that, I couldn't stop seeing you." He was close now, close enough that they were almost chest to chest. Danny took Martin's hand in his and continued, "I loved being around you, even when we weren't doing anything. I loved seeing you smile, hearing you laugh. Then you said that you loved me and everything became too real. I didn't think that what I did would affect you the way it did." He let out a shaky breath when Martin didn't say anything back, "I didn't want to be around you when you were healing from the pain meds because you shouldn't be in a relationship, but me being away just made it worse. And when I found you on the floor, overdosed, I thought I lost you for good," his voice cracked, "then you kept saying to let you go, that no one needed you," he took a deep breath, "but that's not true. I love you and I need you."
"I thought you hated me," Martin admitted, "I thought you were just using me until you found someone else."
"No," Danny tilted Martin's head up to look him in the eyes, "I want to be with. Not like before, I want to have a real relationship with you."
Martin bit his lip, nodding, "I want that too," he smiled. Danny grinned back kissing Martin sweetly. Martin kissed back. A hand came up and tangled itself in Martin's hair another on his lower back pulling them closer. They were pressed together, tightly not able to get close enough.
Danny's tongue dipped into Martin's mouth. He felt Martin go limp in his arms, whimpering as the kiss became deeper. Danny pulled back so they could breathe a thin strand of saliva connecting them for a few moments.
Danny shrugged off his suit jacket as it became too hot before he knew it they were both naked in Martin's bed, like they've been so many times before. Danny was on top of Martin kissing him hard while they rutted against each other. Their legs tangled together, Martin's hands gripped Danny's back.
Danny pulled away to gaze down at Martin, taking in the image of Martin's flush cheeks and chest. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue he'd ever seen, "You're beautiful," he mumbled kissing Martin again, pouring in all of his love for him and all of his regret that he hadn't done this sooner, Danny mover lower feeling Martin's chest till he was between the younger man's leg.
"Danny," Martin panted feeling the tight wet heat on his erection, "Oh, shit, Danny just like that," his hand came down to grip Danny's hair massaging the scalp as he tried to get a better grip, "Oh, Danny," His head lolled back in pleasure, legs spreading to give Danny better access. Martin let out a silent scream as Danny went down on him. Applying just the right amount of suction and just the right amount of tongue, he came back up to lick the head, dipping his tongue into the slit.
There was a popping noise when the suction was broken, a line of droll connecting Danny's tongue to Martin's cock. He moved away for a moment to grab the lube from the top draw of Martin's night stand. Martin whimpered at the loss of contact and reached out for Danny who smiled leaning forwards kiss Martin as he lubed his erected penis.
Martin wrapped his arms around Danny's neck gasping and moaning as he felt Danny line himself up with his hole, "I love you," he said keeping eye contact.
"I love you too," Danny pushed forwards, sliding the head in. Martin's mouth dropped open as he felt all of Danny slide into him. "Are you alright?" Danny asked seeing Martin squirm a bit trying to get used to the sensation.
"I'm fine," Martin gasped moaning when he felt Danny throbbing inside of him. His ass hole felt like it was being stretched beyond its capacity. He moaned all the same, "Just move," he sighed falling back into the pillows.
Danny braced himself on his elbows as to not crush Martin as he pulled out until only the tip was inside before thrusting back in, "Danny," Martin moaned arching his back. Danny kissed him moving faster. Martin brought his fist up to his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep from making any noise.
Danny pulled Martin's hand away, "I want to hear all the cute little noise you make," he whispered into Martin's ear kissing his neck. Martin shivered when Danny's tongue came out to lap at his neck, biting and sucking till he left a hickey and gently kissed the mark. He kept his hips moving in a steady yet firm motion that had Martin crying out in pleasure.
"Danny, ohh, Danny yes," Martin was working with him, grinding his ass up to meet Danny's thrusts the best he could. There was a tight heat in his groin, coiling and ready for release, "More please more," he begged wrapping his legs around Danny's waist.
Danny was taken aback at the passion he saw in Martin's eyes and the fact that he trusted him enough to be a part of him and bring him to completion. Danny gave him what wanted. He went faster and harder, looking for that spot when, "Ahhh, yes, right there," Martin all but screamed seeing nothing but white. Every movement was transferred straight to his cock, "Mmmm," he whimpered, it was becoming too much, with Danny inside and around him.
"Martin, shit," Danny moaned out. He could feel his climax approaching. He started moving as fast as he could, making sure to keep hitting that special spot that drove Martin crazy, "Come on baby, you're almost there," he encouraged kissing Martin thrusting his tongue in his mouth in the same way he was fucking him.
"Danny, ohhhh, ahhhh," Martin's hips were coming off the bed like before. He was squirming beneath Danny. "Danny, I-I'm gonna, ahhhh, Danny." He screamed as he came, the walls of his entrance crushing Danny's cock.
"Shit, Martin, yes," he came into Martin's ass releasing load after load of cum, each squirt lapping at Martin's prostate.
They collapsed in the bed gasping for air, Danny's hips still twitching in and out of Martin. Finally he pulled out allowing the massive amount of cum in Martin's ass to flow out.
Martin sighed curling up next to Danny as he fell asleep.
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Martin awoke to an empty bed and almost cried. He thought that when Danny came over it was too good to be true. He shook his head finding his discarded boxers and pulling them on. He stretched then regretted it feeling a pain in his back side. Again, chocking back a sob.
He thought that Danny cared that he really wanted to be with him. He'd said he loved him, he said that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He held his head in his hands trying to pull himself together.
He stood up and started to walk into his kitchen nearly falling over when he bumped into, "Danny?" he asked confused to see the Hispanic man holding two cups of coffee looking confused. "I thought that," he didn't finish his sentence as he hugged Danny around the waist. Tears were slipping out of his eyes as he cried releasing all of the pain he'd been holding in for the past few weeks.
Danny set the cups down on a small table in the hallway, "I told you I wasn't going to leave you again," he embraced Martin tightly pulling him close, "I'm not going anywhere," he kissed the top of Martin's head, "I promise."
Fin