Disclaimer: Not mine, so please don't sue! If they were, well, things would be a LOT naughtier ;)
Dedicated to the awesome duo who collaborated for DannyLindsayFlackfans, your stories rocked and it gave me enough courage to try the OT3 for myself. I hope you guys don't mind that I kinda stole the trio!
Just in case you were wondering, I know Flack seems a little impersonal but I originally wrote this using Don and found that I kept skipping over his name whilst reading it as Danny. As you can probably guess, that got confusing. So I changed it to Flack.
This will involve sex between two men and a woman, if this isn't your cuppa tea then I suggest you turn away… now. If this is you kinda thing, then read on my lovelies.
Set after "Charge of this Post"
Rough Sects
Ménage à Trois
It had started out like any other normal Saturday afternoon. Don Flack and Lindsay Monroe had arrived at Danny Messer's apartment laden with pizza and beer, ready to watch the game. They'd shared the couch, Lindsay sitting between the two men as they watched and then when it was over remained talking and joking until it grew late.
When Danny finally finished off his last bottle of beer he turned to his two friends, grinning. "Tequila?"
Flack visibly shuddered whilst Lindsay shook her head firmly. "No, no more alcohol. Some of us need a clear head for work tomorrow."
"Oh c'mon Montana," Danny whined, "I thought you country girls were always up for a good challenge."
Lindsay rolled her eyes at his antics. "You know I could flatten you at anything, so don't even try it Messer."
Flack chuckled at the exchange. Danny looked past Lindsay towards Flack before a slow grin spread across his face. "Okay Monroe, then prove it."
"Prove it?" she repeated, pursing her lips in confusion.
"Yep," Danny nodded, trying to ignore the way her lips looked when pursed. He wanted to throw caution to the wind, lean over and kiss her soundly. When looking like that he couldn't help but wonder just how well she could use those lips, in more ways than just kissing. Danny brought himself back to the present by jerking his head in Don's direction. The demand was steady. "Kiss him."
The last vestiges of beer Lindsay had been drinking sprayed out of her mouth. She pulled the sleeve of her sweater down and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Releasing a small laugh she finally asked, "What?"
"You heard me," Danny grinned. "You wanna prove that you're up for a challenge, kiss Flack."
Lindsay looked between Danny who was grinning triumphantly and Flack who looked stupefied. Finally, Lindsay narrowed her eyes on Danny and allowed a tiny smirk to grace her features. The triumph on Danny's face wavered slightly as he took in the determined glint within Lindsay's eye. Uh-oh.
Turning away from Danny, she moved closer to the Detective sitting on her right. Flack seemed frozen in place, unable to comprehend whether Lindsay was teasing or not. He knew these two, and they liked to wind each other up. He was half expecting Lindsay to move in at half speed, waiting for Danny to jump in and stop the exchange. Danny, however, appeared rooted to the spot caught between horror and amusement.
Lindsay, on the other hand, seemed completely in control. She moved closer to Flack so she was pressed flush against his side. Leaning over, she brought one hand up and cupped the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair. She looked into his eyes through her lashes before leaning over, her eyelids fluttering shut. Flack found his own eyes closing as Lindsay pressed her mouth to his own. Her lips were soft and warm and slowly they massaged feeling back into his body. Wow, I wonder what else those lips can do…?
Flack brought his arms up and around Lindsay, gathering her close. The kiss was gaining passion as her lips opened to his insistent tonight. They duelled for a moment, thoroughly enjoying the power struggle. Lindsay shifted slightly, getting even closer than before.
An amused cough caused the two Detectives to pull apart. Lindsay looked up at him, grinning sheepishly as she tucked a curl behind her ear and moved back into her original seat.
Danny grinned at their equally flushed faces. "Well damn Montana, if that's how they teach you out West…"
Flack let a lazy grin spread across his face. Yeah, if that's how they teach them… "Well, I'm sure she could always teach you herself."
Lindsay whipped her head round, gaping at the still grinning Flack. "'Scuse me?"
When she turned back again, Danny had inched closer to her on the sofa so he was inches from her face. "Yeah Montana," he breathed, "how about you teach me yourself."
His lips brushed ever so slightly against hers in the ghost of a kiss. She froze in place, unable to think. Sure, she'd thought about kissing Danny about a thousand times already but never had she considered kissing him after kissing Flack, too.
"C'mon Lindsay," he whispered, goading her. "I'm sure you can do better than that."
And with that he pressed his lips more firmly against her own. The kiss was good, she had to admit. Danny definitely knew how to use his lips in a way which drove all rational thoughts out of her head and all naughty thoughts in. Instead of pulling Lindsay in closer, like Flack, Danny went for the more succumbing approach. He gripped each of Lindsay's upper arms, locking her in place as he leaned over her with his all empowering kiss.
As suddenly as the kiss started, it stopped. His lips were gone, his hands were removed from her upper arms and the close proximity was lost. Danny was smirking at her, looking as devilishly good looking as ever whilst she remained slumped in the couch, dishevelled and feeling particularly slow.
"Wow, that was nearly as good to watch as it was to experience," Flack commented.
Lindsay rolled her eyes and laughed, pulling herself up into a sitting position. She was playing it cool despite the fact her heart was hammering and her breath short. That was, quite possibly, the most erotic five minutes of her life. She wasn't sure whether that thought elated or sickened her – was her love life really that poor?
"No kiddin'." Lindsay almost melted as Danny's accent thickened.
Ignoring them both, Lindsay stared determinedly at the television which was still playing various sport highlights. She was pretending that she wasn't aware of the two men who seemed to be having a silent conversation over her head, one which she was sure involved her. Almost imperceptibly both men inched closer to the brunette in the middle. Lindsay bit the insider of her mouth, stifling a grin. She couldn't decide whether to smile or thwack them both upside the head. They were teasing her and she knew it. It was normal, she and Danny did it all the time and she supposed it had only been a matter of time until Flack joined in too. Well, she'd be damned if she caved first.
In fact, she thought it was maybe time to up the antics.
Eyes still fixated upon the screen, Lindsay began to slowly undo each of her sweater buttons. She pulled back on the smirk as she practically heard the two gulps from either men as well as the sound of fabric tightening from somewhere below. Peeling the sweater off her body, she revealed the tight, white tank top she'd worn beneath. Lindsay twisted round and placed the sweater on the back of the couch before turning back, fanning herself with her hand.
She caught Danny's eye and gave innocent smiles to both met. "What? It's hot in here," she shrugged.
"You're right, it is," Danny agreed. He smirked across at Flack before unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. He turned back to the television, seemingly engrossed as Lindsay took in his form. Hot dang. Dressed in just his jeans and wife beater, Danny Messer was certainly a man to behold. His well sculpted arms were perfectly on show, reminding Lindsay of how he'd easily picked her up to recreate a crime scene with ease. His strength both physically and emotionally amazed her. Deciding that she should stop staring, Lindsay turned away only to find Flack also pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Unfortunately – or perhaps fortunately – for Lindsay, Flack wasn't one to wear a wife beater all year round. How had she never realised just what was beneath the usual suit Flack wore to work? Sure, she knew he was good looking and had presumed that with all the sport he played that he be well built but… well, she'd definitely underestimated him. His chest and torso looked as though it had been carved out of rock. Lindsay couldn't resist letting her eyes travel down and then back up his body.
For a moment she let naughty thoughts consume her head which included taking a nipple into her mouth and letting her fingers trail through the small amount of hair which disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks.
Lindsay bit her lip, hard. She forced herself to return to safer waters by not picturing what the two guys either side of her tasted like. There was a dull throb from below which reminded her just how long it had been. Could anyone blame her for thinking these thoughts when she was being teased so mercilessly by the two people who the water cooler gossips deemed as "the hottest men on the NYPD payroll"?
Danny's voice was suddenly at her ear, gravelly with… desire?
"Ya know Montana, if you're still hot then you could always take your tank or pants off," Danny suggested.
"Or bra and panties, if that'd help I mean," Flack smirked into her other ear.
Bra? Panties? What? Her brain was barely functioning due to the fact Danny had wrapped one of his arms around her waist and Flack's bare chest was pressed against her arm. Ohhh God, was that his nipple hardening against her shoulder? She swallowed hard, they were driving her crazy. Painfully slowly they were driving her crazy but boy, would it be a great way to go.
Danny grinned over her head at Flack, it was now or never.
