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laniew1Oh my god. Martin and Danny are talking to me again.
This is yet another story in my At First Glance, accountant Martin universe.
Read these first or you might be a tad bit lost.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 and Rainy Days
SERIES: At First Glance
RATING: A hard G – Possibly PG.
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.
Tax Day
The house was silent as he entered. Which in itself was a warning sign.
Deathly quiet and Danny wondered at how Martin, who was a quiet man generally, seemed to make so much noise doing nothing. And it was funny how he never really noticed how loud Martin was until he wasn’t there to make noise.
In the backyard he could hear the dogs barking. That strange doggy sense they had that told them when one of their father’s was home. That was odd sign number 2.
Because Martin normally beat Danny home.
Unless something had happened with his father.
Or it was tax deadline day.
Which meant that Martin would roll in around midnight cranky and anxious and would dream about extensions and audits and Danny would not have sex until at least 24 hours after the deadline had passed.
It had been five years but he still remembered the first time he’d made casual mention that he didn’t see what the big deal about tax season was. That he couldn’t figure out how a bunch of numbers could make Martin want to alternately cry, scream or break into hysterical laughter.
Martin had just looked at him like he’d wondered what he was doing with someone that didn’t understand his passion and had hugged his tax code book to him like he thought Danny might try to burn it.
Danny had wondered the same thing at the time. Because Martin was so far from his type that he didn’t think that people would believe him if he told them who he was dating and what they did for a living.
Christ when they’d bought the house together one of the first things Martin had done was go through and alphabetize their books by author. He laid out the magazines they received by last date received and freaked out if there was more than three months worth of a title on the coffee table at a time.
He hadn’t even realized that what he'd said had been that big a deal until they’d went to bed that night and Martin had kissed him goodnight on the cheek and then rolled over and went to sleep.
Sometimes it seemed like Martin could hold a grudge like a woman. He'd never say that out loud though. Between Sam, Vivian and Jessie they could kill him and hide the body and nobody would be the wiser.
It had taken three sexless days for him to get back into Martin’s good graces and he’d still resorted to calling his father to find out what Martin’s favorite foods were so he could bribe him.
They’d agreed to disagree about the importance of tax code, tax season and Martin’s anal attention to detail and then they’d made love and the next day they’d gotten their first dog together.
She’d been a three month old lab, solid black and Martin had fallen in love with her the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Sometimes Danny thought that Martin loved her more than he loved him.
But then Martin would kiss him, look at him with soft eyes that nobody had ever looked at him with and Danny knew that though Martin loved Kaley, Martin loved him more.
They’d got Tiger a few months later when Martin determined that it was time for Kaley to have a playmate. He’d been born to the same mother and while Martin adored him Tiger was most definitely Danny’s, the same way that Kaley was Martin’s.
He tossed his keys on the kitchen table, immaculate which meant Martin had cleaned it before he’d left that morning, shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the back of the chair (which Martin would yell at him about later) and opened the back door. Kaley and Tiger ran in, barking, tails wagging and he dropped to his knees to allow them their bonding moment. Kaley licked his ear and then raced to find her master.
She came back a few minutes later, tail drooping and sat glaring at him in a way that indicated that she thought it was his fault that Martin wasn’t home yet.
“Soon girl,” he rubbed the top of her head and she made a noise that on a human would have been a sigh and laid down, her head resting on her front paws.
Danny smiled, rubbed her head one more time and thanked the lord that they had dogs instead of kids.
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The house was quiet when Martin made his way up the stairs by feel alone. He probably could have turned on a light, when he tripped over something in the hallway he decided that he definitely should have.
But the house was quiet, it was after one and from the sounds of things Danny and their babies were asleep.
The bedroom was dark, though he could just barely hear the steady sound of Danny’s breathing over the humidifier.
He stripped down to his boxers, folding his shirt and pants and setting them on the dresser that he could just barely make out because of the streetlight shining in one of their bedroom windows. Danny hadn’t shut the blinds or the curtains before he’d lain down.
He toed off his socks, balled up his tie and made his way towards the bed with a sigh of relief.
He was exhausted, he’d sat at a desk all day long staring at numbers and figures and the same five documents and he felt like his head might explode. He’d actually escaped to the bathroom for fifteen whole minutes and read the Avon catalog that he’d found in the men’s room just to see something that didn’t have the possibility of being audited in eight months.
He didn’t even want to know why there’d been an Avon catalog there in the first place. But it had kept him from screaming at Jessie so it was probably a good thing.
He collapsed onto the bed and jumped right back up when he heard the muffled yip.
Danny started and Martin stared and then Danny laughed and Kaley started licking his face, excited and happy and Martin felt himself relaxing for the first time all day.
“You don’t even know the things I had to promise her to keep her from laying in front of the front door all night,” Danny’s voice was sleep rough and Martin smiled. He loved Danny sleepy, he loved Danny all the time but when he was sleepy he was sweet and romantic.
He allowed Kaley to rub herself against him, rubbing her ears and then made a motion with his hand that indicated that she should remove herself from the bed and go to her own bed. Kaley jumped down and Martin made to lay, waiting once more as he felt the bed shake and Tiger appear from the other side of Danny.
Jumping down and following his sister to the opposite side of the room where their beds were set up.
He lay finally, shaking his head, hoping that Danny hadn’t got another pet while they were gone that he would have to wait on.
He turned on his side, Danny’s eyes were already closed and his breath was evening out and it always amazed him how quickly Danny could fall asleep.
A lean forward to press a kiss to Danny’s lips, which got a sigh and then one of Danny’s arms settled on Martin’s hip and pulled him up snug to his body.
Martin wanted to trace his features, wanted to kiss him until he woke up enough to reciprocate, but mostly he wanted to close his eyes and know that when he woke up Danny would be there smiling at him.
“I love you,” a whisper and they didn’t say it often but they always meant it when it was uttered.
Danny smiled softly and tightened his hand on Martin’s hip.
“I love you too.”
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This is yet another story in my At First Glance, accountant Martin universe.
Read these first or you might be a tad bit lost.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 and Rainy Days
SERIES: At First Glance
RATING: A hard G – Possibly PG.
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.
Tax Day
The house was silent as he entered. Which in itself was a warning sign.
Deathly quiet and Danny wondered at how Martin, who was a quiet man generally, seemed to make so much noise doing nothing. And it was funny how he never really noticed how loud Martin was until he wasn’t there to make noise.
In the backyard he could hear the dogs barking. That strange doggy sense they had that told them when one of their father’s was home. That was odd sign number 2.
Because Martin normally beat Danny home.
Unless something had happened with his father.
Or it was tax deadline day.
Which meant that Martin would roll in around midnight cranky and anxious and would dream about extensions and audits and Danny would not have sex until at least 24 hours after the deadline had passed.
It had been five years but he still remembered the first time he’d made casual mention that he didn’t see what the big deal about tax season was. That he couldn’t figure out how a bunch of numbers could make Martin want to alternately cry, scream or break into hysterical laughter.
Martin had just looked at him like he’d wondered what he was doing with someone that didn’t understand his passion and had hugged his tax code book to him like he thought Danny might try to burn it.
Danny had wondered the same thing at the time. Because Martin was so far from his type that he didn’t think that people would believe him if he told them who he was dating and what they did for a living.
Christ when they’d bought the house together one of the first things Martin had done was go through and alphabetize their books by author. He laid out the magazines they received by last date received and freaked out if there was more than three months worth of a title on the coffee table at a time.
He hadn’t even realized that what he'd said had been that big a deal until they’d went to bed that night and Martin had kissed him goodnight on the cheek and then rolled over and went to sleep.
Sometimes it seemed like Martin could hold a grudge like a woman. He'd never say that out loud though. Between Sam, Vivian and Jessie they could kill him and hide the body and nobody would be the wiser.
It had taken three sexless days for him to get back into Martin’s good graces and he’d still resorted to calling his father to find out what Martin’s favorite foods were so he could bribe him.
They’d agreed to disagree about the importance of tax code, tax season and Martin’s anal attention to detail and then they’d made love and the next day they’d gotten their first dog together.
She’d been a three month old lab, solid black and Martin had fallen in love with her the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Sometimes Danny thought that Martin loved her more than he loved him.
But then Martin would kiss him, look at him with soft eyes that nobody had ever looked at him with and Danny knew that though Martin loved Kaley, Martin loved him more.
They’d got Tiger a few months later when Martin determined that it was time for Kaley to have a playmate. He’d been born to the same mother and while Martin adored him Tiger was most definitely Danny’s, the same way that Kaley was Martin’s.
He tossed his keys on the kitchen table, immaculate which meant Martin had cleaned it before he’d left that morning, shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the back of the chair (which Martin would yell at him about later) and opened the back door. Kaley and Tiger ran in, barking, tails wagging and he dropped to his knees to allow them their bonding moment. Kaley licked his ear and then raced to find her master.
She came back a few minutes later, tail drooping and sat glaring at him in a way that indicated that she thought it was his fault that Martin wasn’t home yet.
“Soon girl,” he rubbed the top of her head and she made a noise that on a human would have been a sigh and laid down, her head resting on her front paws.
Danny smiled, rubbed her head one more time and thanked the lord that they had dogs instead of kids.
The house was quiet when Martin made his way up the stairs by feel alone. He probably could have turned on a light, when he tripped over something in the hallway he decided that he definitely should have.
But the house was quiet, it was after one and from the sounds of things Danny and their babies were asleep.
The bedroom was dark, though he could just barely hear the steady sound of Danny’s breathing over the humidifier.
He stripped down to his boxers, folding his shirt and pants and setting them on the dresser that he could just barely make out because of the streetlight shining in one of their bedroom windows. Danny hadn’t shut the blinds or the curtains before he’d lain down.
He toed off his socks, balled up his tie and made his way towards the bed with a sigh of relief.
He was exhausted, he’d sat at a desk all day long staring at numbers and figures and the same five documents and he felt like his head might explode. He’d actually escaped to the bathroom for fifteen whole minutes and read the Avon catalog that he’d found in the men’s room just to see something that didn’t have the possibility of being audited in eight months.
He didn’t even want to know why there’d been an Avon catalog there in the first place. But it had kept him from screaming at Jessie so it was probably a good thing.
He collapsed onto the bed and jumped right back up when he heard the muffled yip.
Danny started and Martin stared and then Danny laughed and Kaley started licking his face, excited and happy and Martin felt himself relaxing for the first time all day.
“You don’t even know the things I had to promise her to keep her from laying in front of the front door all night,” Danny’s voice was sleep rough and Martin smiled. He loved Danny sleepy, he loved Danny all the time but when he was sleepy he was sweet and romantic.
He allowed Kaley to rub herself against him, rubbing her ears and then made a motion with his hand that indicated that she should remove herself from the bed and go to her own bed. Kaley jumped down and Martin made to lay, waiting once more as he felt the bed shake and Tiger appear from the other side of Danny.
Jumping down and following his sister to the opposite side of the room where their beds were set up.
He lay finally, shaking his head, hoping that Danny hadn’t got another pet while they were gone that he would have to wait on.
He turned on his side, Danny’s eyes were already closed and his breath was evening out and it always amazed him how quickly Danny could fall asleep.
A lean forward to press a kiss to Danny’s lips, which got a sigh and then one of Danny’s arms settled on Martin’s hip and pulled him up snug to his body.
Martin wanted to trace his features, wanted to kiss him until he woke up enough to reciprocate, but mostly he wanted to close his eyes and know that when he woke up Danny would be there smiling at him.
“I love you,” a whisper and they didn’t say it often but they always meant it when it was uttered.
Danny smiled softly and tightened his hand on Martin’s hip.
“I love you too.”
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Date: 2005-04-30 07:15 am (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2005-05-06 04:02 pm (UTC)Any way to convince you to write more? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
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