So, it’s finally here! I have officially reached 100 followers and, as promised, am hosting a Fic Prompt Giveaway :)
I’m excited to spread my writing wings a little and step out of my Family Ties universe momentarily. (Though for Family Ties readers, I think I’m going to try and start working on the next post soon).
Side note about ships/fandoms/prompts: I am open to writing any sort of fic. However, I do not feel comfortable writing threesome pairs or femmeslash. Any other ships are okay and explicit or non-explicit prompts are fair game. Real-person fic are a-okay as well! I would suggest restricting it to fandoms you see frequently on my blog for the sole reason that I know those characters best and will be able to write better characterization in the end. I do reserve the right to say no to a segment of your prompt I do not feel comfortable writing. If a situation like this arises, I will work with you to find something equally as awesome!
On to the Rules:
1. To be eligible to enter into the contest you have to reblog this post. You can reblog as many times as you want before the deadline, but likes do not count.
2. You do need to be a follower of this blog in order to be eligible. You can become a follower in order to be part of the giveaway. This is a present for my followers, hence the restriction. You all are awesome and I want to say thank you :)
3. You have until November 7, 2012 at 10:00 pm EST to be eligible to win.
4. After the contest is closed, I will put everyone’s name into a hat (so to speak, I will be using a random number generator), and will pick one winner. I will announce the winner both on this blog and as a message to their ask. The winner will then be able to send me a prompt of their choosing and I will write a story between 4,000 and 10,000 words. Story length depends on the nature of the prompt and my muse, but I promise it will be in that range!
5. Once the fic is finished I will be posting it on AO3 under my penname (conformityissuicide) and also on ff.net (same penname) if the content is not explicit. I will post a link to the fic here and will also send a link to the winner.
If you have questions, feel free to message me!
Mahalo for helping reach this milestone!
and you light up my day everytime you post your drabbles ;)
Inspired by this post.
And don’t forget! Four more followers and then I do a fic giveaway!
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“How come I never knew you could skateboard,” Alex asked as he punched in the alarm code to Scott’s house.
“How did you not know I could skateboard? I have all my old skateboards in the garage somewhere.”
“Sorry, mate, don’t dig through your stuff to try and figure out shit about you. I guess I always figured you’d tell me yourself.”
Scott stopped midway through walking towards the kitchen to grab a drink, turned right around, and gave Alex a quizzical look. “Are you mad?”
Alex shrugged.
“You’re totally mad. You are such a goof, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the skateboarding. I really thought you knew. Plus, it’s not really a big deal.”
“It’s kinda a big deal.”
“Why? I barely do it anymore. That was more of a rebellious youth thing.”
“It matters because it was kinda hot.”
Alex crowded into Scott’s space, pushing him backwards until his knees hit the couch and he fell back, Alex landing firmly on top of him.
“Hot, hmm?”
“Mhm,” Alex moaned into the space between Scott’s neck and collarbone. “So hot. You should do it more often.”
“If I knew this was how you’d react I would have pulled out the skateboard tricks much earlier in this relationship.”
Alex was nipping along Scott’s collarbone and slowly running his hands up his sides, under the t-shirt he had thrown on as they left set. Scott couldn’t help it when his hips bucked up in need of friction.
“Just, fuck, Alex.”
“Relax, Scotty. This is going to be fun.”
Alex finally pulled Scott’s shirt over his head, but his hands stayed firmly above the pants region of Scott’s body.
“Alex, you fucking tease. Please.”
Alex pulled away for a second and grinned at Scott. “You deserve it Scott, hiding this from me.”
“Fuck, Alex.”
“Give it a few more minutes and I’ll have you screaming my name.”
Scott wished he could be angrier about that, but he just couldn’t.
I know this one is very short and definitely not my best, but I needed to get something out in honor of the show returning tonight! And I’ve got a lot of homework I need to get to before tonight. So, hope this holds you over until I’m able to write something better next week!
Inspired by this gifset.
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Steve hated hearing the jealousy in Danny’s voice, like Steve would ever be interested in anyone other than him.
In Steve’s mind it was absurd, but that was how Danny worked. Sure, he talked a big game and he acted all Jersey-tough, but Steve knew. He knew exactly what kinds of fears and insecurities haunted the detective. He knew what dreams caused the most pain, the most worry.
Losing each other, having to hide forever, those were the things they were scared about.
Steve couldn’t trust Lori yet. She wasn’t ohana.
So he played along and laughed with the jokes and strayed a little over the line of too much flirting in order to get her to open up, just a little. He needed to know if she could be trusted, if they could let her in.
And he hated every second he had to do it, hated every second they were all in the same room and Steve had to make sure he wasn’t standing as close to Danny as he usually did. He needed to wait, to assess this new person.
Their relationship wasn’t a secret to their family, but even Steve wasn’t naïve enough to think that they wouldn’t get backlash for an inter-office romance.
He was ensuring that they could trust this new member, open up a little more.
But even while smiling at the pretty woman sitting across from him, all he could think about was his own blonde lover who would be waiting for him at home that night.
Here’s the next weekly drabble. And this week we’ve got O’Caan! Don’t forget, once I hit 100 followers (I need five more) I’m doing a fic giveaway. Basically any of my followers who message me when I open the contest get the opportunity to ask me for a fic. It will be between 4,000 and 10,000 words depending on the prompt, my muse, and my time. So be sure to keep that in mind! 5 more followers to go :)
This fic is inspired by a prompt from this lovely lady :) Enjoy!
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“Scott, mate, if you seriously don’t stop drumming your fingers against the window I’m literally going to chuck you out of this car.”
Scott stopped rapping his knuckles against the glass, but only seconds after stopping his knee started bouncing. Alex groaned.
“What,” Scott said, hands up in the air in a very Danny-like pose, “I’m nervous, okay, this isn’t just some random teenager, this your teenager.”
“My teenager makes him sound like my toy or something, and, come to think of it, also makes me sound like a dirty old man. Can we just call him my son and move forward?”
“Okay, fine, your son.”
“You’ve talked to him on the phone hundreds of times, Scotty. He’s known about us for months and he’s happy for me, really. He likes you a lot and therefore you have nothing to worry about.” Alex placed a comforting hand on Scott’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
“Talking to him on the phone when he’s safely far away in Australia is one thing. Hanging out with him, here, in Hawaii is completely different.”
“It’s not different. It’s almost nearly the same. He’s excited to meet you and I’m excited for you to meet him. You guys are going to get along great. Stop worrying.”
Scott didn’t stop worrying until they’d picked Saxon up from the airport, packed him and his three suitcases into the car, arrived home, and made it out to the beach to catch a few waves before dinner.
The water made Scott instantly relax, his worries washing away with the tide. He and Saxon fell into a rhythm almost instantly, both calmed by the soothing effects of the water. Scott was just feeling up to making conversation when Alex, the bastard, begged off to start the steaks and told the two of them to hang out in the water a little longer.
So now, here Scott was, stuck in the middle of the ocean on a piece of foam board, drifting along next to his boyfriend’s son. Yeah, not a place he’d thought he’d be a year ago.
“So, are you excited about moving here,” Scott asked, incredibly aware of how lame that sounded.
Saxon, who seemed to have more compassion than his father, smiled and began talking about everything he was looking forward to about moving to Hawaii and top on almost every list was something related to his father.
Now Scott really had to make a good impression.
“You know,” Saxon started as he lay on his belly to begin to paddle out, “I want you to know that I’ve never seen my Dad this happy.”
“Yeah?”
Saxon nodded, “I’m glad he’s happy.”
They never brought it up again. Scott fit perfectly into Saxon’s life and Saxon fit perfectly into his.
They worked, they didn’t question, they just thanked whatever the fuck was out there everything that turned out okay.
It’s back, finally! After a nice hiatus and some extremely wonderful words of encouragement from all of my followers/readers, I finally wrote a new McDanno Drabble. The set-up is changing a little. Instead of doing two drabbles a week, I will be doing one drabble a week on Monday and rotating between O’Caan and McDanno.
Okay, this drabble was inspired by this post.
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“You don’t fool me, you know,” Mary said over the coffee cup she was nursing at the kitchen table.
“Fool you how exactly,” Steve responded, pouring himself his own cup of coffee; he never slept as well when Danny wasn’t in the bed beside him.
“Surf buddies.”
The coffee cup clattered on the counter as it started to slip out of his grasp. He was able to salvage his dignity a little by catching it in time before it spilt coffee everywhere, but the momentary lapse in spatial awareness wasn’t lost on Mary.
“I rest my case. You aren’t subtle.”
“Mare, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Mary laughed, “You do realize that you’re my brother right.”
“Yeah, I do seem to remember the house getting awfully more annoying when I was a few years old because some new crying person took over my playroom.”
“Still won’t let that go, huh?”
“I had the entire right side of the room set up in formation for battle. Do you know how long it took me to rebuild it in my room?”
“Thank god, no. But now you’re deflecting the point of the conversation.”
“I have no idea what the point of this conversation even is.”
“Danny.”
Steve’s hands visibly tightened on the edge of the counter as if he needed the extra support lest he fall over. “I don’t see where you got Danny out of a conversation about you being my sister.”
“No, the point I was trying to make before your smartass comment about me as a crying person, which, for the record, only you would call a baby a crying person. Anyway, the point I was trying to make was I grew up with you and I know you better than most people. If you think it’s a surprise to me that you bat for the other team you clearly aren’t as smart as everyone acts like you are.”
In Steve’s defense, he had every intention of telling Mary about him and Danny, eventually. He just needed to find the right moment to have the big ‘Hey sis, I’m sort-of, kinda gay, and I’m in love with my partner. Oh and he’s moving in with me next month’ conversation. Apparently the conversation was unnecessary.
“Oh.”
“That’s all you got? I don’t get any of the sordid details? Is he loud in bed because I always imagined he’d be loud?”
“Mary, under no circumstances am I going to discuss my sex life with you.”
“He is, isn’t he?”
“I’m kicking you out.”
“You won’t and since you now know that I’m fine with you and your surf buddy, he can spend the night because obviously you sleep like shit when he’s not there,” she gestured towards the obvious bags under his eyes, “and then I will know for myself.”
“Mary Ann,” Steve gritted out, but Mary just laughed, put her coffee cup in the sink and placed a quick peck on his cheek.
“I’m happy for you, bro.”
Post inspired by a prompt from the lovely Bubbles! If you have a prompt, feel free to send it my way!
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He doesn’t know why he was so fucking nervous. He’d picked out a ring and everything and he just didn’t do shit like that.
He’s not a romantic, over-the-top gesture kind of guy. And Alex wasn’t either and so that’s why they worked.
But this wasn’t an anniversary celebration or a birthday or a special accomplishment that deserved recognition. This was him asking Alex to spend his life with him, become a family, make a commitment. And he was shit at this stuff, but he knew that it needed to be special.
Alex deserved special.
So that was why Scott was anxiously pacing the house in the nicest pair of pants he owned that didn’t go with a suit or a tux, wiping his sweaty hands on them every few paces. Dot was giving him a confused head-tilt and Dusty couldn’t be bothered to pick up her head. He grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter for the one hundredth time in the last five minutes to see if he had missed Alex’s text.
The phone was still silent.
Scott double-checked to make sure the ringer was on so he’d hear it.
Then he heard the sound of the garage door opening and the slam of a car door. Scott cursed his absent-minded boyfriend in his mind for forgetting to call so that Scott had an additional few minutes to try and hide the fact that he was nervous because, fuck, Alex was going to know something was up the minute he walked in the door.
And shit, this was so stupid, why was he standing here like a moron in too-nice clothes and bare feet to ask a guy to marry him.
And then Alex walked inside, a smile bright on his face as he pulled Scott in for a kiss.
Oh, that’s right, that’s why.
“Why are you so dressed up? Do we have some promotional thing I forgot about?”
Scott started to reply but his voice caught in his throat. He couldn’t sit here and make idle chit chat; he’d psych himself out. So, instead, he pulled at Alex’s arm and led him down towards the beach behind their house.
He brought him all the way to the water’s edge where the waves were lapping at their ankles. He grabbed his hands and said the speech he’d written down and crossed out and edited until it was perfect weeks ago. “Alex, I didn’t know what to expect when I flew down here to Hawaii to start filming the pilot. I hadn’t even thought about it all that much, to be honest. But even if I had, there’s no way I ever would have imagined what my life is now. I didn’t just stumble onto a successful set or get to work with a cool group of people every day. I met the person everyone kept telling me does exist out there. I write romance, I read it, I play it on the screen, but I never really thought about it in real life. I didn’t think I’d ever find that person, that one person who will make you laugh and make you cry and stand by your side no matter what. But the day I walked into that table read I met you, and I knew that my life was changed forever. I’ve been thinking about this for months and I pretty much feel like a complete idiot, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I tried to think of everything I could do to make this moment special, memorable, because I may not be into all that romantic shit but you deserve it. In theory you only get this moment once and I want this to be a moment you never want to forget. I brought you here because watching your smile the first time you managed to stand up on a surf board again, after years of being afraid, that’s when I knew. That’s when I knew I loved you, knew I couldn’t imagine my life without you. So, here I am, back at the edge of the water and I’m asking you to spend your life with me, share your ups and your downs with me, marry me.”
Scott didn’t get on one knee because he knew that Alex would hate that. Instead he pulled out the black ring box and popped it open. Nestled inside was an unassuming platinum band, a small design etched around the center.
Alex was blinking back tears as he pulled Scott in for a mind-blowing kiss. “Yes,” he whispered as he pulled Scott closer.
Only inspiration is my own headcanon. Enjoy!
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Danny can hear Grace’s feeble attempt at whispering and Steve’s quiet laughs from down the hall. He had been sitting up in bed for a good thirty minutes now. He’d already read through all of his e-mail and the most pertinent headlines of the day (i.e. the Yankees beat the Red Sox and the Jets let go of that crap quarterback they’ve been using the past three seasons), and he was now sitting back just twiddling his thumbs.
When he had moved to get out of bed and head towards the shower earlier that morning, he had been unceremoniously pushed back into bed by a 185 pound Navy SEAL with a gruff command to not move, Gracie has a surprise.
And, of course, Danny is the best father in the world, so he does just as he’s told. He just didn’t realize that it was going to mean thirty minutes of waiting; he hated waiting.
But finally the voices were beginning to creep up towards the closed bedroom door. Danny shut the laptop, placing it back on the nightstand, and settled back into the covers feigning sleep. He heard the door creak open as Steve told Grace to be quiet.
He felt the bed dip with a new weight and two small hands come to rest on either side of his face as Grace pulled him in her direction and planted a big kiss on his forehead, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANNO!”
Danny’s eyes flew open to see Grace’s bright smiling face looking back at him. Without even bothering to hide his excitement, he sat up and finally noticed Steve standing in the doorway carrying a breakfast tray.
“Thank you, Monkey! That was the best birthday wake-up ever. What is Steve holding” Danny asked.
“Your birthday breakfast,” Grace responded. Steve brought it over and placed it across Danny’s lap. “I made pancakes and toast and bacon.”
“You made all of this yourself,” Danny asked, surprised.
“Well, Steve helped a little but I made him use the real bacon instead of the turkey bacon he likes better.”
“I appreciate you looking out for me, monkey. Come here.” Danny gestured for Grace to lean forward so he could pull her into a tight hug.
“I made the card all by myself,” Grace added, “And I got to frost the cupcake.”
Off to the side of tray was a birthday card made out of construction paper and crayons, and it was propped up against one cupcake with a single lit birthday candle in it. Danny opened the card and read Grace’s birthday message written in her child-like handwriting, every letter a different color.
“It’s perfect, Gracie.”
“Now you have to blow out your candle, Danno,” Steve added as he joined the father-daughter pair on the bed.
“Yes you do,” Grace agreed with a small clap. “Do you need my help Danno?”
“I would love your help,” Danny replied.
“And Steve’s too,” Grace said.
“And Steve’s too.” Danny smiled up at Steve who was quietly watching them, not wanting to intrude on their moment. When Danny looked over at him he couldn’t help the wave of emotion that hit him as he snaked his hand over the bedcovers towards Steve’s, grabbing the other man’s hand and squeezing. Steve squeezed back with an equally tough grip, “I would love to help.”
They spent the rest of the morning in bed eating pancakes with syrup and watching Danny’s favorite Disney movies.
Danny couldn’t remember a more perfect birthday in his whole life.
Inspired by pafhan’s prompt. It is a follow-up to this drabble. So, in case you haven’t noticed, it is more than acceptable to give me prompts for either O’Caan or McDanno drabbles. In fact, I encourage them!
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Alex thrummed behind Scott with his nervous energy as they walked into the building. He was all swinging arms and bouncing feet that it made Scott laugh a little. It was like bringing a little kid to a candy store, the way Alex’s face lit up when he entered the new environment, started thinking about the new skill he was going to learn.
That was something about Alex that Scott was immediately drawn to. He himself was always pushing for more, looking for more, wanting to express himself in different ways. He wrote, he took pictures, he acted. He got out on the water and surfed until everything around him disappeared.
Alex was no different; he was always up for trying something new, experiencing something unlike anything he’d ever done before, especially if it involved something physical. Surfing was the first thing. And Scott had to admit to being quite proud that he helped Alex got over his fear of surfing. It was a good thing too, because Alex was good regardless of what he said.
It only seemed natural after Alex had taught him how to shoot and Scott had taught him how to surf that they needed something new, a new hobby to introduce the other to. Jiu jitsu was the perfect next step. Scott couldn’t get enough of it and it was probably the only place that he would have the upper hand on Alex in a physical sense, and even if they were fucking each other eight ways to Sunday, it would still make Scott a smug bastard to pin Alex down in front of a whole group of people.
And then fuck him eight ways to Sunday when they got home.
Scott introduced him to everyone and explained a few of the basics to Alex before going a few practice rounds with a partner he’d worked with for a while. They each allowed the other the opportunity to practice the basic holds and throws before they started to really go at each other. Scott had him pinned almost instantly. When Scott stood back up, a little out of breath, the look on Alex’s face was priceless. His eyes were cloudy, mouth formed into a tiny ‘o,’ and his hands were up in front of him like he was about to clap.
Scott laughed, “You’re going to need to stay focused if you’re ever going to beat me.”
Alex shook the goofy face away and soon his razor-focus eyes were back; Scott had issued a challenge, and Alex never backed down from a challenge.
After they had finished, both a sweaty mess, Scott asked Alex why he had caught him staring gaped-mouth a few times, teased him because there was no way he was ever going to pin him if he didn’t focus.
Alex blushed and mumbled something Scott didn’t quite catch the first time.
“I couldn’t stop staring at you.”
“At me?”
“That guy you sparred with at the beginning was almost twice your size and you pinned him in about thirty seconds. It was impressive.”
Scott waved him off, “Jiu jitsu actually gives the upper hand to the smaller guys what with all the ground fighting.”
“Yeah, I liked the ground fighting,” Alex said with a hint of lust in his voice.
“Yeah?”
“Well, I liked your legs wrapped around me. I think that could come in handy other places too.”
It took Alex six months before he pinned Scott for the first time, but it only took him six hours before his legs were wrapped around Scott’s naked body, yelling at him to move faster.
PLEASE KEEP IT GOING AND I’LL DRAW FANARTS THE HELL OUT OF IT FOR YOU. and imagine Stiles meeting Danny holyshit precious baby their sarcasm would blow up the whole island and how they’d commiserate “yours too huh?” agflkhjjhghgfuyweawDID YOU SAY FANART I’M KEEPING THIS UNTIL YOU DRAW THE FANARTS
“Okay, your boy is getting really annoying back there. Does he ever stop talking?”
“I’m not his-“
“Sorry.”
“Hey, at least you can help defending my virtue!”
“That would be if you have any, Stiles.”
contextualrandomness said: pafhan you need to draw these fanarts now! if you draw the fanarts and pumpkin makes the photosets i will write the fic. even though i shouldn’t, i will to have this in my life!
I know it’s really late. Don’t shoot me. This is based on a picture of Scott and Alex from a CBS party recently where they are both wearing funky socks. At this moment I am too lazy to find the link. I will try and find it tomorrow.
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“You always copy me,” Scott whined across the table, “Why do you have to make it so obvious that we’re together?”
Alex, for his part, looked perplexed and slightly hurt. He never understood why it was always such a problem when he did something that made people raise their eyebrows a little and smirk in their direction.
Scott was acting like their relationship had gotten them a lot of negative backlash, which it most certainly did not.
In fact, it seemed like most people had thought they’d been dating long before they actually started dating.
“I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Alex replied as he picked at the salad in front of him.
“Well, you could be more respectful of my feelings.”
“I’m always respectful of your feelings except for when they’re insane.”
“My feelings are not insane. I just don’t want to constantly broadcast our relationship; it’s private.”
“You never seemed embarrassed to talk about relationships before.”
“Are you implying that I’m hiding this more because you’re a guy?”
“Yes.”
“Babe, I’ve been over the big gay freak-out thing for years, don’t flatter yourself.” Scott slid his chair away from the table, threw some money down for the check and walked off, leaving a stunned Alex still seated with his fork poised halfway between the plate and his open mouth.
Composing himself quickly, he followed after Scott, catching up to him in the parking lot. “Hey, look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think you would get so upset. I’ve just really enjoyed wearing them ever since I accidently put a pair of your socks on that one time for the interview. You know, they say imitation is the highest form of flattery.”
“Go fuck yourself, O’Loughlin, and get in the car,” Scott said with no bite behind his curse.
Alex grinned and walked around to the passenger side.
“Smug really isn’t a good look for you.”
Alex just laughed in reply.
This drabble is inspired by and for Bubbles because she requested it :) Enjoy! Even if it is a few days late!
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“C’mon, mate, you’ve gotten constructive criticism before and you always roll with it,” Alex said to try and soothe his friend’s ruffled feathers, “Why is this bothering you so much?”
“I’ve never shot a gun or held one for that matter except in movies. I don’t like them, so it’s hard for me to feel comfortable walking around carrying one all the time.”
“Why don’t you go to the gun range, get some practice in with some real guns? We’re only two episodes into shooting; if you keep this up the show isn’t going to last an entire season because no one will believe that Danno is a seasoned cop since he winces every time the gun is fired.”
Scott just glared up at Alex from his seated position on the couch, “What part of ‘I don’t like guns’ didn’t get through your thick Aussie skull?”
Alex just smirked that goddamn ridiculous smirk that had Scott’s blood burning a little too warm for his liking below his skin. He wasn’t going to sit there and admit that going to a gun range with Alex wouldn’t be all that bad because then he would have to seriously think about these feelings and that wasn’t really something he was all that interested in delving into, if he’s honest.
“I’ll come with you and show you the basics. We’ll just shoot the two or three guns Danny’s most likely to use in the show, two hours tops, promise.”
And that was how Scott found himself at the gun range the following Saturday with a tall and gorgeous (yeah, he admits it now) Aussie pushed up against his back as he’s showing Scott the basics of pulling the trigger on a gun.
“This gun won’t have a lot of recoil, but it will have some. Just brace yourself for it and you should be fine.”
Taking a step back, as his front was pressed solidly up against Scott’s back, Alex cleared his throat, scratching at the red flush beginning to creep up his neck, “Yeah, so remember to pull the trigger quickly and brace for the recoil.”
Scott, too preoccupied with the deadly weapon in his hand, didn’t take the time to examine that reaction, and instead tried to focus on the target in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he centered the gun in front of his chest, but he chickened out at the last second, dropping the gun onto the table in front of him. He turned back to Alex, “Man, I can’t. I don’t like guns and I don’t want to look like a complete moron.”
“You’re going to look like a complete moron on national television if you don’t try, so pick it back up and just shoot. This is a shooting range, completely safe.”
Scott could feel Alex’s eyes on him as he raised the gun a second time.
“Hold on,” Alex said as he stepped forward, placing his left arm against Scott’s elbow. “Raise this arm a little higher.”
Scott did as he was told, much more aware of the body heat radiating through Alex’s t-shirt and jeans than he cared to admit, and couldn’t help the blush that flushed his cheeks as Alex pushed his leg between Scott’s legs, nudging against his right one, “Spread your legs a little more.”
Scott, embarrassment be damned, turned around to look at Alex. There was a look on the taller man’s face he wasn’t expecting, lust-filled eyes and a small smile playing on Alex’s face.
“Um,” Scott said stupidly.
Luckily, Alex got his wits about him faster than Scott and bent down to capture his mouth in a kiss.
“If this is your idea of a date,” Scott said after they pulled away, “Don’t even begin to think you’re getting anywhere near my pants.”
Alex laughed as he pressed his forehead against Scott’s, “This was not a date. Trust me, when it’s a date, you’ll know.”
Scott’s willing to admit, he was looking forward to that.
I am without internet for most of the next two days since I’m dog-sitting for my Aunt and Uncle who do not have wireless internet. So, my McDanno drabble this week is inspired by nothing other than my insane obsession with the Olympics! And because I was awful and didn’t post an O’Caan drabble last week, I’m posting both a McDanno and an O’Caan drabble today! Enjoy :)
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“Danny,” Steve said as he loomed over the detective who was sprawled across the couch in front of the TV, “It’s three in the afternoon.”
“So?”
“You’ve been sitting there since eight in the morning; I think it’s time we do something productive.”
“I’m pretty sure that you’ve been plenty productive for the both of us today. Plus, what I’m doing is productive.”
“You’re watching TV. In what universe is that productive?”
“This is not just ‘watching TV’, Steven,” Danny replied complete with air quotes, “This is watching the greatest sporting event in the world.”
“You’re watching the Olympics. I thought the World Series was the greatest sporting event in the world.”
“Everyone knows the Olympics trumps everything. How can you not be excited right now? This is the moment in sports where no matter what team you root for or what sport you like to watch, everyone in this country is cheering for the same team. It’s all about being united and being proud to be an American.”
“I still don’t think this counts as being productive,” Steve conceded as he sat down next to Danny, picking Danny’s feet up and placing them across his lap. “So what are we watching?”
“Swimming,” Danny replied.
“Oh, you almost never see swimming on TV.”
“Another reason why the Olympics are awesome.”
“Yeah,” Steve said as he sunk down deeper into the cushions.
Danny looked over at his partner a few hours later to see him sitting at the edge of his seat cheering on a seventeen year-old as she turned for her last lap, chasing down her first gold medal.
Yeah, the Olympics are definitely the greatest sporting event in the world.
They even got Super SEAL to spend an afternoon on the couch.
Inspired by this photo.
It’s very rare that Danny gets to witness Steve in such a vulnerable position.
He’s almost always moving, keyed up energy bubbling beneath a calm exterior. He can’t sit still for very long without having a deep desire to blow something up, and Danny’s pretty sure he only let’s his mind turn off for a few hours a night to recharge the batteries to the bare minimum.
And when that minimum allotted brain shut-off time is complete his body seems to have an automatic alarm going off in his head, rousing him awake and pushing him towards the ocean or the Hawaiian mountains.
Most of the time when Danny wakes up in the morning the other side of the bed is already cold, the sheets are pushed all onto his side, and he can usually hear the shower running indicating Steve’s already back from his workout.
But every so often, usually after Steve’s pushed himself to the physical and mental edge of his abilities, the Hawaiian sun will wake Danny up before Steve’s brain has alerted his body to the late morning hour. And Danny relishes in these moments.
These moments of pure, unadulterated Steve. It’s moments like this that Steve has his guard completely down, his face peaceful, sun enveloping his face in a healthy glow, that Danny sighs and realizes the love he has for the usually crazy man lying next to him.
Steve’s vulnerable side doesn’t appear often.
In fact, in Danny’s opinion, it doesn’t appear nearly as often as it should. So when it does Danny milks it for all it’s worth, drinking in the beautiful morning view of bliss on his partner’s face.
It reminds Danny that for as much as Steve acts tough and put together, he’s still apt to have a breakdown every now and then, that’s he’s not infallible and sometimes Danny has to be there to be the strong one; be the cool, calm, and collected one.
It’s mornings like this that remind Danny why Steve is his one and only, as ridiculously mushy and cliché as that sounds.
Danny knows that his breathing is bound to wake Steve up soon, but he’s okay to just sit back and enjoy the view for those few precious moments.
Inspired by this photo.
The car pulled up outside Scott’s house right on time. He of course was running behind schedule.
“Goddammit,” Scott yelled when he stubbed his toe against the kitchen table as he tried to pour kibble into Dot’s bowl while pulling a sock over his foot. “Can’t he be late, just once?”
The door opened a few minutes later and an Aussie accent permeated the house, “Scott, you ready to go?”
“Just a second,” Scott replied, finally managing to pull his sock on. He grabbed his jacket off the kitchen chair, got his shoes out of the closet and gave Dot a goodbye scratch behind the ears.
“Okay, let’s go,” Scott said as he followed Alex outside, locking the door behind him.
“You planning on spending the whole night walking around in your yellow and blue striped socks with your tie hanging undone around your neck? Because, I got to tell you, I would like to show off my arm candy, not be embarrassed by it.”
“Arm candy, really,” Scott huffed as the car pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the city.
Scott had managed to put his jacket and his shoes on, and was just about to start tying his tie when Alex’s hands threaded themselves into his hair and his lips came to rest right above Scott’s ear, “Have I mentioned how much I like it when you dress up?”
Scott, whose traitorous dick was taking over all of his higher-level thinking abilities, just shook his head as Alex’s tongue snaked around the lobe of his ear, sending a shiver down Scott’s spine.
“Oh god,” Scott moaned; Alex knew what licking Scott’s ear did to him.
Scott and his traitorous dick lunged themselves into Alex’s arms, his thighs coming around to straddle the taller man, all the while exploring his mouth with his tongue. He could feel both of their wants through the fabric of their suit pants, and the measly amount of rubbing up against each other wasn’t providing nearly enough friction.
Plus, Scott’s no longer a teenager and has no desire to come in his pants thank you very much.
Tugging at Alex’s belt, he makes it very clear what his intentions are as he drops down onto his knees on the floor of the town car, hot breath ghosting over Alex’s hard-on. Slipping Alex’s pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, Scott closed his mouth over it in one swallow.
It was quick and dirty; they only had, maybe, fifteen minutes before arriving and that was only if the rush hour traffic helped them along a little.
Alex came only minutes after Scott’s tongue started doing that suck thing Alex went ga-ga over. Gasping hard, Alex’s eyes were dark black, irises almost completely gone in his state of arousal.
Scott straightened up and sat back in his seat. Alex who was panting in the seat next to him, glanced over at Scott and then down at the very obvious bulge in his pants.
“Want me to take care of that?”
Scott glanced out the window realizing they were about three minutes from arrival. Waving his hand in Alex’s direction while groaning at the unfortunate case of blue balls he’d be suffering from he replied, “Nah, no time, but you fucking owe me when this night is over.”
Alex laughed and helped Scott adjust himself.
It wasn’t until later, after they’d been inside for a while that Alex leaned forward and tugged at Scott’s tie. Scott, who’d been so occupied with making his erection go away, hadn’t even noticed that his stupid Aussie boyfriend had distracted him so much he’d never actually tied his tie.
Alex’s hands, his truly magic hands, began to quickly throw and loop and tug together the two ends of the tie into a perfect knot. Scott, who although embarrassed, tried to make a joke about it with the reporter standing next to them. Alex, however, took it very seriously and made sure it was perfectly straight before giving him a nod of approval and moving his hands away.
Scott groaned a little, in a very inconspicuous way, he might add, at the loss of contact.
Alex heard the noise, the fucker, and a few minutes later, after the reported had left, he leaned down and whispered in Scott’s ear, “You know, I like it when you’re dressed up, but I think I’d like it even more if you had nothing on but that tie.”
Scott fucking blushed.
And moaned some more.
But he couldn’t bother to be embarrassed this time because he was certainly going to be having a good night when he got home.
