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WaT FIC: At First Glance - Martin/Danny - 6/6
Part 6 of my AU Martin/Danny.
Read these first or you might be a little lost:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5
The end, now maybe Martin will cooperate with the challenge fic. Which I'm spending all weekend working on. It's taken a decidedly weird turn, sometimes I wonder about my brain.
Feedback is always welcome.
SERIES: At First Glance
RATING: PG (for language)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
At First Glance – Part 6
Martin forgets about how used to having Danny in his space he’s gotten.
He forgets until Danny has to go out of town for one of his cases and Martin’s left behind wandering around his apartment wondering when it got so big and empty.
He used to have a life before Danny, he’s fairly sure of this. He used to have a job that he loved and that he’d have to be dragged away from kicking and screaming. He’d work 80 hour weeks, going in before the sun rose, leaving after it set and he wouldn’t even blink when someone asked if he lived in his office. Because he did, he had.
Now he drags himself in at nine, leaves by five and normally meets Danny in the elevator on the way home.
Their home.
He’s still trying to figure out when exactly Danny moved in.
Because he’s got suits in the closet and jeans lying on the bedroom floor and he’s moved all of Martins stuff out of the middle drawer and claimed it as his own and Martin doesn’t remember agreeing to any of it.
Of course if Danny had been kissing him when it had been broached it is quite feasible that Martin wouldn’t remember. Danny’s lips are like his own little drug and he’s been known to forget whole blocks of time when Danny’s got him pinned to the couch or the bed or the wall by the front door. Danny just smirks at him when Martin mentions that he should be listed as a controlled substance.
And he’s pretty sure that his father knows exactly why he was so breathless when he called on Sunday.
He rolls his shoulders, stares at the bed and wonders if he could make his father write something that said Danny would never be called out of town for more than a day again.
He doesn’t sleep as well when Danny is gone; of course when Danny’s there he doesn’t get a whole hell of a lot of sleep either. But there is a big difference between staring at the ceiling trying to ignore the empty space beside him and having Danny running his hands over him coaxing him to come.
He sighs and leaves the bedroom, Danny said he’d be home in three days. Its three days to long.
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“ ‘lo?” Martin was breathless when he reached the phone, after his morning pity party, standing there staring at the bed he shared with Danny he’d decided to distract himself by cleaning. It’s possible that was a huge mistake.
“Hey,” Danny, he bit back the sigh, and ordered his hormones to stand down. He was an adult and by god he was going to act like one.
“Hey,” or maybe not.
“Whatcha doing?” the sound of papers shuffling on the other end and it sounded like Danny was making himself comfortable. He hadn’t managed to talk Martin into phone sex yet but it wasn’t from lack of trying on his part.
“Cleaning,” he flopped down on the couch, trying not to wince at the fact that he’d probably have to clean it once he was done.
“Martin…” Danny started and stopped and Martin knew he was trying to keep himself from saying something about the fact that Martin was an anal-retentive, cleanliness freak. Possibly he knew if he said something that it would piss Martin off and it might take longer for the three days he was going to be gone for Martin to forget about it.
“I was bored,” Martin said defensively. Silence on the other end and he just knew that Danny was literally biting his tongue. Danny might know Martin inside and out but Martin was no slouch either.
“So your father called me this morning,” change of subject and Martin winced.
His father talking to Danny was never a good thing, even though they got along better than Victor had ever gotten along with Kyle. It wasn’t a good thing because for some reason they both thought he was a five year-old workaholic who needed a life. Victor had obviously entrusted Danny with making sure that happened and he called him twice a week to make sure it was.
Although Victor knew that Danny was out of town, Martin had complained about it just that morning in fact so he had to know that Danny wasn’t making sure that Martin wasn’t spending 23 hours at his office.
“Why is my father calling you?” he asked and he knew his voice was filled with suspicion. One of the first things that Victor had realized upon Danny descending into Martin’s life was that things that Martin would normally refuse to do for him he’d do in a heart beat for Danny.
Martin hadn’t had the heart to tell him that Danny normally convinced him to do things by using sex, besides the fact that thinking about his father and sex in the same sentence kind of made him nauseous.
“Your sisters having some fancy version of a not-barbecue next weekend, he wanted to make sure we were going to be there.”
“Oh, yeah, he mentioned that this morning,” Martin frowned. “I already told him we were going… did you not want to?” Because Martin hadn’t even thought about it, when his father had mentioned it he’d just automatically said yes for the both of them, maybe Danny had plans. Some sports related event that Martin would feign interest in and then retaliate by dragging Danny to a museum.
Turn about was fair play after all.
“No its fine,” Danny brushed aside the worry that Martin might have over stepped his bounds as boyfriend and moved right on. “He said you sounded strange, he wanted to make sure we hadn’t broken up.”
Martin rolled his eyes. Victor might have handed day to day over-protectiveness operations over to Danny but that didn’t mean that he didn’t perform spot checks when he thought something might be going on that he hadn’t heard about.
“The apartment is too big,” he said by way of explanation and his voice didn’t sound whiny in the least.
“Martin my apartment was bigger than that cardboard box that you call an apartment,” Danny laughed at him. “If we both breathe at the same time without the windows open we’ll run out of oxygen.”
“Then why…?” and Martin didn’t finish that question, because he’d never asked Danny to move in and he couldn’t find a way to say ‘why the hell did you move in with me if you hate my apartment’ without sounding like an ass.
“Because you love that place, besides I figure by the time your lease is up we’ll have either found someplace bigger or your father will have bought us a house,” Danny said matter-of-factly.
“That’s not funny,” Martin muttered.
“Your telling me, he’s trying to get me reassigned to D.C. Jack’s fighting him on it and I’ve told him that you wouldn’t leave Donald in a lurch like that. But he’s still trying, he’s probably figuring out relocation costs for moving your whole office.”
Martin didn’t say anything; the horrified gape that Danny couldn’t see might have had something to do with that. There’d been a reason that he’d moved to New York after all. He’d wanted to move to Alaska but the call for an accountant up there had been minimal and Kyle had fought him on that.
They’d compromised by moving to New York and not listing their number.
It had taken Victor three days to find out what it was, but it had been three days of blissful silence.
“Martin?” Danny sounded amused, with a tiny edge of worry. He’d probably said his name more than once.
“I think I’m going to have to kill my father,” he announced. “Can you help me hide the body or would that be a conflict of interest?”
“He just worries about you,” and Danny defending his father should not make him feel like he was a bad son and going to hell because of it.
“I know,” Martin deflated. He did know it, it didn’t mean he had to like it though. “I’m still not moving back to D.C. though. I grew up there and property values are atrocious. Do you know how much it would cost us to rent?”
“They’re not that great in the city either,” Danny reminded him. “How much do you pay for that one bedroom box you live in?”
“We’d probably be better off buying,” he said absently and then stopped. Because they were dating and living together but were they really ready to buy property together?
“Not in the city,” Danny said softly and Martin had never heard his voice that soft. He knew if Danny had been there, in the room, sitting on the sofa next to him they’d be wrapped around each other and Danny would be kissing his neck and touching him gently as he held him.
“Someplace outside it, not to far though,” Martin knew his voice sounded just as soft as Danny’s and he could practically hear Danny’s smile through the phone. He wanted him to come home now and maybe if he wished it hard enough he’d suddenly appear.
“Martin…” Danny started and just as suddenly stopped and Martin wished he was there, knew that in two days and seven hours he would be and he’d say the words all over again. He’d paint them on Danny’s skin with his blood if he had to.
“I love you,” he breathed it and held his breath. Waited.
“I love you too,” and now he could really hear Danny’s smile. Could hear his joy in his voice and his laugh and it was funny the simple things that could make that happen. Three little words and such pure happiness.
“I want a dog,” he said firmly and Danny laughed.
“We’ll get two.”
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Read these first or you might be a little lost:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5
The end, now maybe Martin will cooperate with the challenge fic. Which I'm spending all weekend working on. It's taken a decidedly weird turn, sometimes I wonder about my brain.
Feedback is always welcome.
SERIES: At First Glance
RATING: PG (for language)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
At First Glance – Part 6
Martin forgets about how used to having Danny in his space he’s gotten.
He forgets until Danny has to go out of town for one of his cases and Martin’s left behind wandering around his apartment wondering when it got so big and empty.
He used to have a life before Danny, he’s fairly sure of this. He used to have a job that he loved and that he’d have to be dragged away from kicking and screaming. He’d work 80 hour weeks, going in before the sun rose, leaving after it set and he wouldn’t even blink when someone asked if he lived in his office. Because he did, he had.
Now he drags himself in at nine, leaves by five and normally meets Danny in the elevator on the way home.
Their home.
He’s still trying to figure out when exactly Danny moved in.
Because he’s got suits in the closet and jeans lying on the bedroom floor and he’s moved all of Martins stuff out of the middle drawer and claimed it as his own and Martin doesn’t remember agreeing to any of it.
Of course if Danny had been kissing him when it had been broached it is quite feasible that Martin wouldn’t remember. Danny’s lips are like his own little drug and he’s been known to forget whole blocks of time when Danny’s got him pinned to the couch or the bed or the wall by the front door. Danny just smirks at him when Martin mentions that he should be listed as a controlled substance.
And he’s pretty sure that his father knows exactly why he was so breathless when he called on Sunday.
He rolls his shoulders, stares at the bed and wonders if he could make his father write something that said Danny would never be called out of town for more than a day again.
He doesn’t sleep as well when Danny is gone; of course when Danny’s there he doesn’t get a whole hell of a lot of sleep either. But there is a big difference between staring at the ceiling trying to ignore the empty space beside him and having Danny running his hands over him coaxing him to come.
He sighs and leaves the bedroom, Danny said he’d be home in three days. Its three days to long.
“ ‘lo?” Martin was breathless when he reached the phone, after his morning pity party, standing there staring at the bed he shared with Danny he’d decided to distract himself by cleaning. It’s possible that was a huge mistake.
“Hey,” Danny, he bit back the sigh, and ordered his hormones to stand down. He was an adult and by god he was going to act like one.
“Hey,” or maybe not.
“Whatcha doing?” the sound of papers shuffling on the other end and it sounded like Danny was making himself comfortable. He hadn’t managed to talk Martin into phone sex yet but it wasn’t from lack of trying on his part.
“Cleaning,” he flopped down on the couch, trying not to wince at the fact that he’d probably have to clean it once he was done.
“Martin…” Danny started and stopped and Martin knew he was trying to keep himself from saying something about the fact that Martin was an anal-retentive, cleanliness freak. Possibly he knew if he said something that it would piss Martin off and it might take longer for the three days he was going to be gone for Martin to forget about it.
“I was bored,” Martin said defensively. Silence on the other end and he just knew that Danny was literally biting his tongue. Danny might know Martin inside and out but Martin was no slouch either.
“So your father called me this morning,” change of subject and Martin winced.
His father talking to Danny was never a good thing, even though they got along better than Victor had ever gotten along with Kyle. It wasn’t a good thing because for some reason they both thought he was a five year-old workaholic who needed a life. Victor had obviously entrusted Danny with making sure that happened and he called him twice a week to make sure it was.
Although Victor knew that Danny was out of town, Martin had complained about it just that morning in fact so he had to know that Danny wasn’t making sure that Martin wasn’t spending 23 hours at his office.
“Why is my father calling you?” he asked and he knew his voice was filled with suspicion. One of the first things that Victor had realized upon Danny descending into Martin’s life was that things that Martin would normally refuse to do for him he’d do in a heart beat for Danny.
Martin hadn’t had the heart to tell him that Danny normally convinced him to do things by using sex, besides the fact that thinking about his father and sex in the same sentence kind of made him nauseous.
“Your sisters having some fancy version of a not-barbecue next weekend, he wanted to make sure we were going to be there.”
“Oh, yeah, he mentioned that this morning,” Martin frowned. “I already told him we were going… did you not want to?” Because Martin hadn’t even thought about it, when his father had mentioned it he’d just automatically said yes for the both of them, maybe Danny had plans. Some sports related event that Martin would feign interest in and then retaliate by dragging Danny to a museum.
Turn about was fair play after all.
“No its fine,” Danny brushed aside the worry that Martin might have over stepped his bounds as boyfriend and moved right on. “He said you sounded strange, he wanted to make sure we hadn’t broken up.”
Martin rolled his eyes. Victor might have handed day to day over-protectiveness operations over to Danny but that didn’t mean that he didn’t perform spot checks when he thought something might be going on that he hadn’t heard about.
“The apartment is too big,” he said by way of explanation and his voice didn’t sound whiny in the least.
“Martin my apartment was bigger than that cardboard box that you call an apartment,” Danny laughed at him. “If we both breathe at the same time without the windows open we’ll run out of oxygen.”
“Then why…?” and Martin didn’t finish that question, because he’d never asked Danny to move in and he couldn’t find a way to say ‘why the hell did you move in with me if you hate my apartment’ without sounding like an ass.
“Because you love that place, besides I figure by the time your lease is up we’ll have either found someplace bigger or your father will have bought us a house,” Danny said matter-of-factly.
“That’s not funny,” Martin muttered.
“Your telling me, he’s trying to get me reassigned to D.C. Jack’s fighting him on it and I’ve told him that you wouldn’t leave Donald in a lurch like that. But he’s still trying, he’s probably figuring out relocation costs for moving your whole office.”
Martin didn’t say anything; the horrified gape that Danny couldn’t see might have had something to do with that. There’d been a reason that he’d moved to New York after all. He’d wanted to move to Alaska but the call for an accountant up there had been minimal and Kyle had fought him on that.
They’d compromised by moving to New York and not listing their number.
It had taken Victor three days to find out what it was, but it had been three days of blissful silence.
“Martin?” Danny sounded amused, with a tiny edge of worry. He’d probably said his name more than once.
“I think I’m going to have to kill my father,” he announced. “Can you help me hide the body or would that be a conflict of interest?”
“He just worries about you,” and Danny defending his father should not make him feel like he was a bad son and going to hell because of it.
“I know,” Martin deflated. He did know it, it didn’t mean he had to like it though. “I’m still not moving back to D.C. though. I grew up there and property values are atrocious. Do you know how much it would cost us to rent?”
“They’re not that great in the city either,” Danny reminded him. “How much do you pay for that one bedroom box you live in?”
“We’d probably be better off buying,” he said absently and then stopped. Because they were dating and living together but were they really ready to buy property together?
“Not in the city,” Danny said softly and Martin had never heard his voice that soft. He knew if Danny had been there, in the room, sitting on the sofa next to him they’d be wrapped around each other and Danny would be kissing his neck and touching him gently as he held him.
“Someplace outside it, not to far though,” Martin knew his voice sounded just as soft as Danny’s and he could practically hear Danny’s smile through the phone. He wanted him to come home now and maybe if he wished it hard enough he’d suddenly appear.
“Martin…” Danny started and just as suddenly stopped and Martin wished he was there, knew that in two days and seven hours he would be and he’d say the words all over again. He’d paint them on Danny’s skin with his blood if he had to.
“I love you,” he breathed it and held his breath. Waited.
“I love you too,” and now he could really hear Danny’s smile. Could hear his joy in his voice and his laugh and it was funny the simple things that could make that happen. Three little words and such pure happiness.
“I want a dog,” he said firmly and Danny laughed.
“We’ll get two.”
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I honestly don't know where the humor came from *glares at muses*. This was supposed to be just a short, fluffy AU piece. It sort of became something else.
Thank you for reading.
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I just found this and am dying of cuteness!
Simply lovely, yay!
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Thank you for reading.
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(You do have quite a lot of typos and such there, though, so you might want to check that out. Otherwise, I have nothing negative to say.)
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You do have quite a lot of typos and such there
:hangs head: Yeah I know, I shouldn't really post before it goes to a beta but... I hate waiting. The final version, when it goes up at the archive will have been betad.
enjoyable read
Have you thought about posting this at http://www.dannyandmartin.com/challenge/index.htm ? Seems to fit the bill quite nicely.
Re: enjoyable read
I have another story (currently in progress) that will be my official piece for the Danny/Martin AU Challenge. Depending on how many people actually archive fics there I might put this one over there to.
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OMV
It's so beautiful and amazing and stunning and wonderful and beautiful and gorgeous and sweet and beautiful...
Did I mention beautiful?
I so can't wait for the next part *there is, right?*...
Mwuah
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Re: OMV
Well I never say never. But as of right this moment there is no more planned for this universe. Maybe after my Challenge fic is done I'll come back to it though. I have this insane desire to see Martin's sisters (I really need to either find out her name or give her one myself) not-barbecue.
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I'm late, I know, but dude, so worth waiting for. God I just love this story, seriously. We'll get two. Awwwwwwwww. So freaking cute and wonderful and the love, man the love. Seriously, I love this version of the boys and I love the fact that they're moving forward one step at a time and it just makes it such a wonderful read and yeah, just yeah.
Loved it.
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::blushes:: And thank you for reading it.
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:cough: sequel :cough:
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