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frenchy_chicksTitle: A Soothing Hand
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Pre Mac/Don
Summary: Don chases a perp... Mac's instinct is to take care of him.
Word count: 2017
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... just the lovely situations I force them into
Author's Note: Follows after prompt 006. Pictures
Don had been surprised that Mac had agreed to a beer. Normally, Mac wasn’t the kind of person that would hang out with co-workers in a one-on-one capacity. Unless it was Stella, but that had been different. This was the first time Don had ever had Mac completely to himself.
They had talked for some time while they drank, and by the end of the night, though they had gone their separate ways, Don’s mind was still on the older man. There was something about him that Don couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something about him that made Don want to spend more time to get to know the other man.
A week went by and they’d had new cases. Mac and Don were on their way to pick up a suspect, when the man burst through the doors of the building in front of them. “He’s runnin’!” Don shouted, chasing after the man.
Don chased their suspect down the street, barely making the turn into the alley in time and catching his hand on the bricks of the building as he raced to catch up with their guy. He was fast, but Don was just as fast and he was gaining on him. He leaped over the garbage can the perp upended, dodging around boxes and other debris. The rocks, however, caught him off guard, one whizzing by his head, the other making contact with his shoulder and he grunted under his breath.
“NYPD! Stop runnin’ you got nowhere to go!” Don shouted.
There was a chain link fence at the end of the alley and the man jumped up on it, linking his fingers through the chain as he started to climb. Don employed a move he’d seen Danny do in the past and jumped up onto the fence behind their suspect, fingers grabbing into the fabric of the guys shirt and yanking.
He let out an ‘oof’ as the suspect’s foot connected with his chest, throwing him backwards off of the fence, landing on the pavement on his ass, his head connecting with the ground, an audible ‘thud’ filling the air.
Don scrambled to hit feet, swaying slightly before jumping back onto the fence. Their perp was almost at the top and Don climbed quickly, reaching the man and this time grabbing his belt, wrapping his fingers into the leather.
“We’ve got you, scum bag!” Don growled.
The perp looked back at Don briefly before throwing himself off the fence, pulling Don along with him. They landed in a heap on the other side of the fence and although Don had landed hard on his side, he quickly got his wits about him and forced the suspect to kiss the pavement.
“When someone tells you to stop, you stop, moron. ‘Specially when it’s a New York City Police Officer,” Don said through gritted teeth.
Don pulled the man to his feet and shoved him towards the waiting arms of two uniforms, instructing them to take him directly to booking, where Stella and Danny would be waiting to start their final interrogation. It might have taken some time, but they finally got him.
Mac was waiting for him back at the car, a concerned frown plastered on his face as he finally caught sight of Don. His right hand was bleeding, he had a tear in his shirt and looked like he was going to be in a lot of pain once the adrenaline wore off.
“You okay?” Mac asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I hate it when they run. I’m in good shape, but damn…” Don sighed.
“Good work Don.”
***
Don tried not to groan out as he lowered himself onto his couch. He’d been fine for the rest of his shift, but the minute he’d made it back to his apartment, his muscles began to protest. He probably would have been fine if he hadn’t been kicked in the chest… and fallen from the top of the chain link fence.
There was a knock on the door and Don groaned loudly, letting his head flop back against the couch. He’d just gotten himself comfortable, and now someone was interrupting him? Whoever was at his door was nothing if not persistent, and by the third round of knocking, Don swore under his breath and pulled himself off the couch, hobbling over to the door to look through the peep hole. Mac?
“What’re you doin’ here?” Don asked as he opened the door.
Mac held up a case of beer and smiled. “I thought you might be able to use a drink. Is this a bad time?”
Don smirked and shook his head, standing aside for Mac to come in. “Sorry, I’d just gotten myself comfortable when you knocked. I wasn’t sure who was at the door and I didn’t feel like moving.”
“I wanted to make sure that you were okay. Clearly, I was right to come by. Don, you’re hurt,” Mac frowned.
“Nothing some ice and time off of my feet won’t cure,” Don said, heading slowly back towards his living room.
Mac watched the younger man as he moved, noting how robotic his movements were. He was hurting more than he’d let on and the beers were forgotten. Mac left them on the kitchen counter as he passed, reaching out to grab Don’s wrist. He waited until Don turned back to him, a confused look on his face.
“You’re not fooling me, Don. You’re in a lot of pain. Why don’t you let me take care of you?”
Don’s lips twitched, a smile wanting to form, but not sure if it would be appropriate. “You wanna take care of me? Wow, Danny was right. You are just a big teddy bear,” he teased.
Mac chuckled and shook his head. “I’m serious Don. You need to start being more careful when you’re chasing down our perps. Now, are you going to let me help, or not?”
Don wanted to say no, that he didn’t need help, but the look on Mac’s face told him that if he were to say anything other than “okay” there would be a struggle. Sighing, Don nodded and Mac tugged on his wrist, pulling him away from the couch.
“I want you to lie on your stomach on your bed and I’ll tend to your injuries,” Mac instructed.
Don raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Yer not even gonna take me out on a date first, Mac? I’m hurt.”
Mac echoed his smirk and shook his head. “I’m not offering sex, not right now. You’re in no shape for that anyway. But you’d best do as your told, Don.”
Don laughed under his breath and stepped in close to Mac, taking a chance and kissing him lightly. “Yes Sir.”
Mac chuckled, watching Don walk away, heading to his bedroom. He knew he had been taking a risk, coming over here, and then saying what he had, but Mac was a good scientist – he was observant. Ever since Don had come to him with his mystery package – one that contained nude photos of a much younger Don Flack – Mac had found himself thinking about the young Detective more often than he had before. There were two things Mac always told his CSIs; follow the evidence, and everything’s connected.
Catching up with Don, Mac watched as he was struggling to remove his shirt, and he stepped forward to help him, noting the small jump as his hands connected with Don’s bare skin. “Relax. It’s only me,” Mac teased.
“I know… I just wasn’t expectin’… hell, I wasn’t expectin’ anything of this, Mac. But I’ll take it. If you’re willin’,” Don said quietly, turning to face Mac.
The older man reached out and cupped Don’s cheek, stroking his thumb over the soft skin and stepping in the plant an equally soft kiss to the young man’s lips. “I’m willing if you are. Now, I believe I told you to get on the bed?”
Don grinned and stepped back, walking over to his bed and crawling into the center, collapsing onto his stomach and cushioning his head under his folded arms, looking back at Mac as if to say, Well? Shaking his head, Mac stalked forwards, reaching out and running his hand down Don’s back, over his hips and down his legs, stopping to take off don’s socks as well. He might well get down to his feet at some point tonight.
“Try and relax, Don,” Mac instructed as he climbed onto the bed, resting his weight over Don’s thighs.
He could see the starts of fresh bruises and the ends of older ones over Don’s skin and he sighed, rubbing his hands into Don’s shoulders. Don did a lot of running after suspects, and he wasn’t always careful with his footing. Plus, their perps seemed to enjoy throwing things at him, meaning he was almost certainly always covered in bruises. He made sure to be gentle but thorough with Don, working his hands across his skin, massaging away the tension, feeling Don sink further into the mattress as he went.
Don moaned happily under his breath as he felt Mac’s steady weight on top of him. He had always been intrigued by Mac. The older man had taught him control and how to not always jump to conclusions… and he’d been there for Don when he’d been lying on the floor, an unconscious, bloody mess. Their relationship had gotten stronger at that point, what with Mac spending as much time as he could with Don at the hospital, and at rehab, and at his therapy sessions. Mac was part of the reason Don had recovered as fast as he had.
He moaned a little louder than expected as he felt Mac’s expert fingers working on the knots in his lower back, and he rolled his hips backward, wanting more of the touch. “Keep still, or you’ll undo all of my hard work,” Mac said sternly.
“Sorry. Just feels so nice. Never pegged you as the kind of guy who likes to give massages, Mac. Not sayin’ I don’t like it… ‘cause I definitely do,” Don muttered against his arm.
Mac rubbed his hands over Don’s lower back, moving in just the right spots. “I used to do this for Claire. You’re the first person since her that I’ve wanted to do this for. Now stop moving and let me get rid of these kinks.”
Don smiled and shut up, letting Mac work him over. He didn’t know when he had closed his eyes, but it wasn’t long after he did that he’d fallen asleep. Mac smirked down at the now sleeping detective and rubbed his hands softly up to Don’s shoulders, leaning up to press a kiss to both shoulder blades before getting up.
“Stay,” he heard Don’s sleepy voice call out.
Even in sleep, Don was aware of his surroundings, and Mac chuckled. Once a detective, always a detective. Moving through the apartment, Mac turned off the lights and locked the front door before returning to the bedroom. He dressed down to his boxers and undershirt before turning off the light and man-handling Don underneath the covers. He wasn’t about the wake Don up, on the off chance that he’d realized Mac had all but put him to bed and sulked at the idea of being treated like a child.
He ran his fingers through Don’s hair lovingly, smoothing it down and kissing his forehead. Don brought out his inner mother hen, and he found the more time he spent with the man, the more he wanted to take care of him. “You don’t know what you to do me, Don,” Mac whispered.
Sighing, Mac climbed into bed behind Don, suppressing a laugh as the younger man scooted backwards until he came in contact with Mac’s body, whimpering until Mac had wrapped an arm around his waist and held him tight. “G’night, Daddy,” Don spoke in his sleep.
Mac tensed briefly before a small smile spread over his lips, and he kissed Don’s bare shoulder. “Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.”
END
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Pre Mac/Don
Summary: Don chases a perp... Mac's instinct is to take care of him.
Word count: 2017
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... just the lovely situations I force them into
Author's Note: Follows after prompt 006. Pictures
Don had been surprised that Mac had agreed to a beer. Normally, Mac wasn’t the kind of person that would hang out with co-workers in a one-on-one capacity. Unless it was Stella, but that had been different. This was the first time Don had ever had Mac completely to himself.
They had talked for some time while they drank, and by the end of the night, though they had gone their separate ways, Don’s mind was still on the older man. There was something about him that Don couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something about him that made Don want to spend more time to get to know the other man.
A week went by and they’d had new cases. Mac and Don were on their way to pick up a suspect, when the man burst through the doors of the building in front of them. “He’s runnin’!” Don shouted, chasing after the man.
Don chased their suspect down the street, barely making the turn into the alley in time and catching his hand on the bricks of the building as he raced to catch up with their guy. He was fast, but Don was just as fast and he was gaining on him. He leaped over the garbage can the perp upended, dodging around boxes and other debris. The rocks, however, caught him off guard, one whizzing by his head, the other making contact with his shoulder and he grunted under his breath.
“NYPD! Stop runnin’ you got nowhere to go!” Don shouted.
There was a chain link fence at the end of the alley and the man jumped up on it, linking his fingers through the chain as he started to climb. Don employed a move he’d seen Danny do in the past and jumped up onto the fence behind their suspect, fingers grabbing into the fabric of the guys shirt and yanking.
He let out an ‘oof’ as the suspect’s foot connected with his chest, throwing him backwards off of the fence, landing on the pavement on his ass, his head connecting with the ground, an audible ‘thud’ filling the air.
Don scrambled to hit feet, swaying slightly before jumping back onto the fence. Their perp was almost at the top and Don climbed quickly, reaching the man and this time grabbing his belt, wrapping his fingers into the leather.
“We’ve got you, scum bag!” Don growled.
The perp looked back at Don briefly before throwing himself off the fence, pulling Don along with him. They landed in a heap on the other side of the fence and although Don had landed hard on his side, he quickly got his wits about him and forced the suspect to kiss the pavement.
“When someone tells you to stop, you stop, moron. ‘Specially when it’s a New York City Police Officer,” Don said through gritted teeth.
Don pulled the man to his feet and shoved him towards the waiting arms of two uniforms, instructing them to take him directly to booking, where Stella and Danny would be waiting to start their final interrogation. It might have taken some time, but they finally got him.
Mac was waiting for him back at the car, a concerned frown plastered on his face as he finally caught sight of Don. His right hand was bleeding, he had a tear in his shirt and looked like he was going to be in a lot of pain once the adrenaline wore off.
“You okay?” Mac asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I hate it when they run. I’m in good shape, but damn…” Don sighed.
“Good work Don.”
***
Don tried not to groan out as he lowered himself onto his couch. He’d been fine for the rest of his shift, but the minute he’d made it back to his apartment, his muscles began to protest. He probably would have been fine if he hadn’t been kicked in the chest… and fallen from the top of the chain link fence.
There was a knock on the door and Don groaned loudly, letting his head flop back against the couch. He’d just gotten himself comfortable, and now someone was interrupting him? Whoever was at his door was nothing if not persistent, and by the third round of knocking, Don swore under his breath and pulled himself off the couch, hobbling over to the door to look through the peep hole. Mac?
“What’re you doin’ here?” Don asked as he opened the door.
Mac held up a case of beer and smiled. “I thought you might be able to use a drink. Is this a bad time?”
Don smirked and shook his head, standing aside for Mac to come in. “Sorry, I’d just gotten myself comfortable when you knocked. I wasn’t sure who was at the door and I didn’t feel like moving.”
“I wanted to make sure that you were okay. Clearly, I was right to come by. Don, you’re hurt,” Mac frowned.
“Nothing some ice and time off of my feet won’t cure,” Don said, heading slowly back towards his living room.
Mac watched the younger man as he moved, noting how robotic his movements were. He was hurting more than he’d let on and the beers were forgotten. Mac left them on the kitchen counter as he passed, reaching out to grab Don’s wrist. He waited until Don turned back to him, a confused look on his face.
“You’re not fooling me, Don. You’re in a lot of pain. Why don’t you let me take care of you?”
Don’s lips twitched, a smile wanting to form, but not sure if it would be appropriate. “You wanna take care of me? Wow, Danny was right. You are just a big teddy bear,” he teased.
Mac chuckled and shook his head. “I’m serious Don. You need to start being more careful when you’re chasing down our perps. Now, are you going to let me help, or not?”
Don wanted to say no, that he didn’t need help, but the look on Mac’s face told him that if he were to say anything other than “okay” there would be a struggle. Sighing, Don nodded and Mac tugged on his wrist, pulling him away from the couch.
“I want you to lie on your stomach on your bed and I’ll tend to your injuries,” Mac instructed.
Don raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Yer not even gonna take me out on a date first, Mac? I’m hurt.”
Mac echoed his smirk and shook his head. “I’m not offering sex, not right now. You’re in no shape for that anyway. But you’d best do as your told, Don.”
Don laughed under his breath and stepped in close to Mac, taking a chance and kissing him lightly. “Yes Sir.”
Mac chuckled, watching Don walk away, heading to his bedroom. He knew he had been taking a risk, coming over here, and then saying what he had, but Mac was a good scientist – he was observant. Ever since Don had come to him with his mystery package – one that contained nude photos of a much younger Don Flack – Mac had found himself thinking about the young Detective more often than he had before. There were two things Mac always told his CSIs; follow the evidence, and everything’s connected.
Catching up with Don, Mac watched as he was struggling to remove his shirt, and he stepped forward to help him, noting the small jump as his hands connected with Don’s bare skin. “Relax. It’s only me,” Mac teased.
“I know… I just wasn’t expectin’… hell, I wasn’t expectin’ anything of this, Mac. But I’ll take it. If you’re willin’,” Don said quietly, turning to face Mac.
The older man reached out and cupped Don’s cheek, stroking his thumb over the soft skin and stepping in the plant an equally soft kiss to the young man’s lips. “I’m willing if you are. Now, I believe I told you to get on the bed?”
Don grinned and stepped back, walking over to his bed and crawling into the center, collapsing onto his stomach and cushioning his head under his folded arms, looking back at Mac as if to say, Well? Shaking his head, Mac stalked forwards, reaching out and running his hand down Don’s back, over his hips and down his legs, stopping to take off don’s socks as well. He might well get down to his feet at some point tonight.
“Try and relax, Don,” Mac instructed as he climbed onto the bed, resting his weight over Don’s thighs.
He could see the starts of fresh bruises and the ends of older ones over Don’s skin and he sighed, rubbing his hands into Don’s shoulders. Don did a lot of running after suspects, and he wasn’t always careful with his footing. Plus, their perps seemed to enjoy throwing things at him, meaning he was almost certainly always covered in bruises. He made sure to be gentle but thorough with Don, working his hands across his skin, massaging away the tension, feeling Don sink further into the mattress as he went.
Don moaned happily under his breath as he felt Mac’s steady weight on top of him. He had always been intrigued by Mac. The older man had taught him control and how to not always jump to conclusions… and he’d been there for Don when he’d been lying on the floor, an unconscious, bloody mess. Their relationship had gotten stronger at that point, what with Mac spending as much time as he could with Don at the hospital, and at rehab, and at his therapy sessions. Mac was part of the reason Don had recovered as fast as he had.
He moaned a little louder than expected as he felt Mac’s expert fingers working on the knots in his lower back, and he rolled his hips backward, wanting more of the touch. “Keep still, or you’ll undo all of my hard work,” Mac said sternly.
“Sorry. Just feels so nice. Never pegged you as the kind of guy who likes to give massages, Mac. Not sayin’ I don’t like it… ‘cause I definitely do,” Don muttered against his arm.
Mac rubbed his hands over Don’s lower back, moving in just the right spots. “I used to do this for Claire. You’re the first person since her that I’ve wanted to do this for. Now stop moving and let me get rid of these kinks.”
Don smiled and shut up, letting Mac work him over. He didn’t know when he had closed his eyes, but it wasn’t long after he did that he’d fallen asleep. Mac smirked down at the now sleeping detective and rubbed his hands softly up to Don’s shoulders, leaning up to press a kiss to both shoulder blades before getting up.
“Stay,” he heard Don’s sleepy voice call out.
Even in sleep, Don was aware of his surroundings, and Mac chuckled. Once a detective, always a detective. Moving through the apartment, Mac turned off the lights and locked the front door before returning to the bedroom. He dressed down to his boxers and undershirt before turning off the light and man-handling Don underneath the covers. He wasn’t about the wake Don up, on the off chance that he’d realized Mac had all but put him to bed and sulked at the idea of being treated like a child.
He ran his fingers through Don’s hair lovingly, smoothing it down and kissing his forehead. Don brought out his inner mother hen, and he found the more time he spent with the man, the more he wanted to take care of him. “You don’t know what you to do me, Don,” Mac whispered.
Sighing, Mac climbed into bed behind Don, suppressing a laugh as the younger man scooted backwards until he came in contact with Mac’s body, whimpering until Mac had wrapped an arm around his waist and held him tight. “G’night, Daddy,” Don spoke in his sleep.
Mac tensed briefly before a small smile spread over his lips, and he kissed Don’s bare shoulder. “Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.”
END
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