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laniew1I have come to the conclusion that the Martin in my head is a dork. And quite possibly insane. I wanted rainy day sex, Martin wanted to play with his calculator instead.
At First Glance – Rainy Days – A continuation of my alternate universe Martin/Danny.
Read these first or you might be a tad bit lost.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6
SERIES: At First Glance
RATING: PG (for language)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Rainy Days
It was a cold, dreary, rainy day. The perfect day, in Danny’s opinion to cuddle on the couch, wrapped up in the afghan that Martin’s aunt had made for him.
Martin had blushed when he told him that. Scuffing his feet as he held the blanket protectively in his arms, as if he thought Danny might laugh at him and then burn the thing.
Danny liked the blanket, liked to wrap it around the two of them as they watched TV with the volume down low, soft voices murmuring to each other.
Danny was currently wrapped in the blanket, a baseball game that he wasn’t really interested in playing on the TV. His attention was currently wavering between the game that was being very poorly played to Martin who was sitting at his desk (which was actually a table in Danny’s opinion but they’d already an argument over that so he didn’t say anything) pen moving at breakneck speeds over the papers in front of him.
On his last pass through the room he’d hovered over Martin’s shoulder long enough to see six columns of numbers that scared him, as well as some doodles in the margins that Danny knew Martin had made when the numbers were annoying him and not doing what he wanted them to do.
It gratified him to know that he knew Martin’s habits so well. He doodled when annoyed, cleaned the refrigerator when he was depressed and organized the bookcases by author when he was bored.
And he had a family. A big family that liked to get together once a month.
As such they were to have their third family event that coming weekend. Victor had warned him before the first one that he’d have to frisk Martin before leaving their apartment to make sure he left his calculator behind. Danny had not considered it a hardship, although he’d been quite confused as to why he had to do this.
Did Martin do annoying party tricks with his calculator or something?
It wasn’t until they’d arrived and it had been whispered by Victor that Martin’s sister Ellen had hidden hers when she knew he was coming that he’d found out exactly why.
Ellen had someone else do her taxes. Martin had been trying to get his hands on them for two months so he could redo them and make sure they were right. Even if they were right Danny had no doubt that he’d find something wrong with them. Ellen was going to be paying for that folly for some time to come.
Although Danny didn’t think she’d ever have someone other than Martin do them ever again.
It had taken Martin one hour and twelve minutes to find it, and Danny decided that Martin should have gone into law enforcement like he’d once mentioned might have happened; he had a nose like a blood hound.
Martin had found her calculator and her taxes and sat down with a sharp pencil and determined expression and started redoing those same taxes.
But they did have the picnic that weekend. Granted the last two had been no version of a picnic that he’d ever been to before but he had hopes that maybe they’d dressed them up a bit because he was newcomer.
It never ceased to amaze him that the man that terrified Jack Malone on a daily basis and had been known to make grown men burst into tears at the thought of having to deal with him played hopscotch and jacks with his grandchildren.
Victor Fitzgerald was a pushover where his family was concerned and Danny didn’t just think that because he’d caught him changing his nieces diaper and cooing.
But there was a picnic… And Danny thought it might be time that they started bringing their own food to it.
He had two days, he might be able to beg a macaroni salad off Viv.
“Picnic this weekend,” he made it a comment instead of a question and he could feel the questioning look that Martin shot at his head.
“Yes I know,” Martin’s pencil was still scratching, although it had slowed. He was probably doodling instead of working now.
“What are we taking?”
“Taking?” he could hear the confusion in Martin’s voice.
“To the picnic,” Danny turned on the couch, the confusion in Martin’s voice was now written all over his face and his pencil had stilled, gripped in his hand. Probably with the fear that Danny was going to make him cook and thus poison his entire family.
Danny was well aware that Martin’s talents did not include any kitchen oriented ones. He got distracted to easily and burned water.
“We could take chips and soda but that’s kind of cheap,” Danny commented. “Your sister doesn’t seem like the chip and soda type person anyway.”
“Ellen has her picnics catered,” Martin said blankly.
“Yeah but,” Danny shrugged. “Picnics. There should be macaroni salad and hot dogs and everyone playing softball, although maybe not softball,” he mused. “Your family is kind of competitive; I think you guys’d kill each other if we didn’t put you in full body armor and have some safety procedures in place.”
Martin just stared at him, incomprehension written all over his face.
“Martin?”
Martin blinked at him and laid his pencil down, pushing away from the desk (table) and walking towards the couch where Danny was still wrapped in his aunts’ afghan.
If they ever broke up, which would never happen Danny promised himself, he was getting custody of the afghan. It was warm and comfortable and smelled like the two of them together. He loved that.
Martin leaned over the back of the couch and kissed the top of Danny’s head. “I love you.”
“Okay,” Danny stared at him, now he was confused. “I love you to.”
Martin climbed over the top of the couch, tugging on the blanket until it was wrapped around both of them and he was almost, but not quite sitting in Danny’s lap. Martin’s head resting on his shoulder, breath warm against his neck and Danny could tell from the way that he was smirking (because Martin didn’t smirk) that he was amused by something.
“My sister hasn’t sat you down and made you listen to her speech on the evils of processed food and how twinkies and hotdogs and chocolate are leading to the youth of today being fat, lazy and irresponsible… has she?”
“Uh, no.”
“Thought not,” Martin kissed his neck, focusing on the TV momentarily as the audience screamed for what Danny thought might have actually been a foul. The umpire let it go and if it had been a game that he was interested in he might have been heckling the TV by now.
“Chocolate?”
“Yeah,” Martin sighed, his head heavy on Danny’s shoulder. Danny thought he might be getting ready to nap, he shifted so his legs weren’t cramped and rubbed his face against Martin’s hair. A nap sounded really good. “Don’t even get her started on video games and organized sports.”
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At First Glance – Rainy Days – A continuation of my alternate universe Martin/Danny.
Read these first or you might be a tad bit lost.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6
SERIES: At First Glance
RATING: PG (for language)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Rainy Days
It was a cold, dreary, rainy day. The perfect day, in Danny’s opinion to cuddle on the couch, wrapped up in the afghan that Martin’s aunt had made for him.
Martin had blushed when he told him that. Scuffing his feet as he held the blanket protectively in his arms, as if he thought Danny might laugh at him and then burn the thing.
Danny liked the blanket, liked to wrap it around the two of them as they watched TV with the volume down low, soft voices murmuring to each other.
Danny was currently wrapped in the blanket, a baseball game that he wasn’t really interested in playing on the TV. His attention was currently wavering between the game that was being very poorly played to Martin who was sitting at his desk (which was actually a table in Danny’s opinion but they’d already an argument over that so he didn’t say anything) pen moving at breakneck speeds over the papers in front of him.
On his last pass through the room he’d hovered over Martin’s shoulder long enough to see six columns of numbers that scared him, as well as some doodles in the margins that Danny knew Martin had made when the numbers were annoying him and not doing what he wanted them to do.
It gratified him to know that he knew Martin’s habits so well. He doodled when annoyed, cleaned the refrigerator when he was depressed and organized the bookcases by author when he was bored.
And he had a family. A big family that liked to get together once a month.
As such they were to have their third family event that coming weekend. Victor had warned him before the first one that he’d have to frisk Martin before leaving their apartment to make sure he left his calculator behind. Danny had not considered it a hardship, although he’d been quite confused as to why he had to do this.
Did Martin do annoying party tricks with his calculator or something?
It wasn’t until they’d arrived and it had been whispered by Victor that Martin’s sister Ellen had hidden hers when she knew he was coming that he’d found out exactly why.
Ellen had someone else do her taxes. Martin had been trying to get his hands on them for two months so he could redo them and make sure they were right. Even if they were right Danny had no doubt that he’d find something wrong with them. Ellen was going to be paying for that folly for some time to come.
Although Danny didn’t think she’d ever have someone other than Martin do them ever again.
It had taken Martin one hour and twelve minutes to find it, and Danny decided that Martin should have gone into law enforcement like he’d once mentioned might have happened; he had a nose like a blood hound.
Martin had found her calculator and her taxes and sat down with a sharp pencil and determined expression and started redoing those same taxes.
But they did have the picnic that weekend. Granted the last two had been no version of a picnic that he’d ever been to before but he had hopes that maybe they’d dressed them up a bit because he was newcomer.
It never ceased to amaze him that the man that terrified Jack Malone on a daily basis and had been known to make grown men burst into tears at the thought of having to deal with him played hopscotch and jacks with his grandchildren.
Victor Fitzgerald was a pushover where his family was concerned and Danny didn’t just think that because he’d caught him changing his nieces diaper and cooing.
But there was a picnic… And Danny thought it might be time that they started bringing their own food to it.
He had two days, he might be able to beg a macaroni salad off Viv.
“Picnic this weekend,” he made it a comment instead of a question and he could feel the questioning look that Martin shot at his head.
“Yes I know,” Martin’s pencil was still scratching, although it had slowed. He was probably doodling instead of working now.
“What are we taking?”
“Taking?” he could hear the confusion in Martin’s voice.
“To the picnic,” Danny turned on the couch, the confusion in Martin’s voice was now written all over his face and his pencil had stilled, gripped in his hand. Probably with the fear that Danny was going to make him cook and thus poison his entire family.
Danny was well aware that Martin’s talents did not include any kitchen oriented ones. He got distracted to easily and burned water.
“We could take chips and soda but that’s kind of cheap,” Danny commented. “Your sister doesn’t seem like the chip and soda type person anyway.”
“Ellen has her picnics catered,” Martin said blankly.
“Yeah but,” Danny shrugged. “Picnics. There should be macaroni salad and hot dogs and everyone playing softball, although maybe not softball,” he mused. “Your family is kind of competitive; I think you guys’d kill each other if we didn’t put you in full body armor and have some safety procedures in place.”
Martin just stared at him, incomprehension written all over his face.
“Martin?”
Martin blinked at him and laid his pencil down, pushing away from the desk (table) and walking towards the couch where Danny was still wrapped in his aunts’ afghan.
If they ever broke up, which would never happen Danny promised himself, he was getting custody of the afghan. It was warm and comfortable and smelled like the two of them together. He loved that.
Martin leaned over the back of the couch and kissed the top of Danny’s head. “I love you.”
“Okay,” Danny stared at him, now he was confused. “I love you to.”
Martin climbed over the top of the couch, tugging on the blanket until it was wrapped around both of them and he was almost, but not quite sitting in Danny’s lap. Martin’s head resting on his shoulder, breath warm against his neck and Danny could tell from the way that he was smirking (because Martin didn’t smirk) that he was amused by something.
“My sister hasn’t sat you down and made you listen to her speech on the evils of processed food and how twinkies and hotdogs and chocolate are leading to the youth of today being fat, lazy and irresponsible… has she?”
“Uh, no.”
“Thought not,” Martin kissed his neck, focusing on the TV momentarily as the audience screamed for what Danny thought might have actually been a foul. The umpire let it go and if it had been a game that he was interested in he might have been heckling the TV by now.
“Chocolate?”
“Yeah,” Martin sighed, his head heavy on Danny’s shoulder. Danny thought he might be getting ready to nap, he shifted so his legs weren’t cramped and rubbed his face against Martin’s hair. A nap sounded really good. “Don’t even get her started on video games and organized sports.”