Adam looked up as soon as Mac entered his field of vision, a soft smile still on his lips.
"Everything ok?" He asked. Mac smiled in return.
"Everything's fine. Danny and Flack are setting up surveillance at the club." Adam's eyes widened slightly at this.
"Do you think we'll be in danger?"
"I'd just feel better knowing we're covered if need be." Mac kept his expression open and Adam responded to it. His shoulders sagged as the tension left his muscles.
"Ok," was all he said in return. Such quick acceptance made Mac feel… No. He wasn't going there right now. They had a job to do. He needed to focus. Adam shifted on the sofa and Mac automatically moved to sit next to him. Adam watched Mac curiously. The older man seemed deep in thought. In time Mac turned to look at Adam, who sat straighter in anticipation of the instruction that was coming
"I want you to carry a knife tonight. Just in case."
A flicker of fear crossed Adam's face but he nodded nonetheless. Mac seemed to calm at this, the worry lines on his face fading a little. Adam smiled in response and Mac suddenly felt lost. Adam was following his lead without question, but Mac couldn't even get his own head in the game. Giving in to his gut feeling, Mac wrapped an arm around Adam's shoulder and pulled the younger man in against him. Adam curled his legs up underneath him and leaned into Mac's touch. For a long while Mac just let the warmth seep into him. Adam gave a soft sigh of contentment but otherwise remained silent and still.
"I'm sorry I got you into this, Adam," Mac whispered.
He felt Adam's head shake against his chest before the mumbled "Don't be."
"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Adam pulled away a little, looking Mac in the eyes. With a small, lopsided smile he said. "I know you won't."
Mac couldn't say what it was about that look that made him give in, but the next thing he knew was his hand on Adam's face as he pressed their lips together. Adam kissed back timidly and Mac couldn't stop himself from pulling the younger man closer. Soon they were laid out on the sofa. Adam's hands had moved to Mac's arms, which were now either side of Adam's head as Mac stroked his hair. The kisses lessened in intensity, eventually becoming just a press of lips again. Mac looked down at Adam and he could immediately see the younger man had needed it as much as him.
"When this is all over, I think we need to talk," Mac mumbled. Adam nodded slowly; worry seeping back into his expression. Mac made a move to get off Adam, but the younger man pulled him back.
"Stay," Adam almost whispered; the weight of Mac against him made Adam feel safe. "Just for a little while."
Mac smiled and moved himself into a more comfortable position atop Adam. More than anything, Mac was pleased that Adam had told him to stay. Not asked. It showed he wasn't losing himself in whatever this was, and that made Mac feel better. He needed a partner in this, especially with his limited knowledge. Mac felt kisses being pressed into his shoulder and looked down. Adam looked up at Mac through his eyelashes, and Mac had to look away to stay in control. He could feel the grin coming from Adam and it made him chuckle.
"Not now, Adam," Mac whispered. The pout made Mac laugh once more. Separating himself from Adam, Mac sat up. Adam wasn't far behind him and pressed himself back into Mac's side as soon as he was able. Mac looked over at Adam, eyes flicking down to the collar he still wore. "We should get that off you," Mac said as he reached up. Something akin to disappointment flashed in Adam's eyes but he moved to make it easier for Mac to unbuckle the leather and remove it. Adam touched his neck once it was freed. A sly smirk crossed his face as Mac turned to put the collar on the table. Once Mac returned to his seated position, Adam began to kiss his neck. Mac was surprised and quickly had to suppress his reactions. Adam moved slowly. He kissed up Mac's neck to just behind his ear and back down. "Adam?" Mac tried to get the younger man's attentions, but he wasn't listening. "Adam, what are you doing?" Mac couldn't hold back the shiver when Adam's teeth grazed along his throat. Mac's head fell back involuntarily and Adam took it as invitation. More kisses were dotted along his neck before Adam moved down to the older man's collarbone and repeated his ministrations. "Adam, we can't…" Mac's protest was cut off by a groan as Adam bit down.
"You want this," Adam whispered, somehow back at Mac's ear. "You want me. If you didn't you could have stopped me by now. So just relax and let me do this. Let me take care of you." The heavy sigh Mac gave in return was the closest to permission Adam was going to get, so he took it. With a mischievous smirk Adam moved from the sofa, sinking to his knees between Mac's legs. Looking up through his lashes, Adam saw the conflicting emotions on Mac's face and he couldn't help himself. "Just remember," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "You can always say stop."