One Week

by Kimmychu

Danny and Flack love to dance the horizontal tango. Everyday. Three times a day. And night. But one day, Flack says yes, and Danny says no. What will Flack the sex maniac do when his lover gives him the ultimatum of no sex … for one whole week?

1. Part 1

One Week

Fandom: CSI:NY

Author: Kimmychu

Rating: FRAO (we're talkin' Karma Sutra-rating here)

Pairing: Danny/Flack

Content Warning: Major sexual tension, Flack-snark overload, dirty thoughts. Lotsa dirty thoughts.

Spoilers: Meh, nothing important, but to be safe, post Season 2.

Summary: Danny and Flack love to dance the horizontal tango. Everyday. Three times a day. And night. But one day, Flack says yes, and Danny says no. What will Flack the sex maniac do when his lover gives him the ultimatum of no sex … for one whole week?

Disclaimer: YES, THEY BELONG TO ME - I mean, why, of course not, they're just fictional … hot … characters. Mmm, hot.

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Author's Notes: Heheheh, thought I'd write this one to counter all the angst I've been writing for my other story, Atop the Broken Universal Clock, so far. Yes, ladies and the rare gentlemen, this is one is chock full of teh smexing. Well, actually, chock full of testosterone-pumped sexual frustration … and hopefully a lot of laughs too. Heh. So far, this is only the first part of the entire story, but you can actually read it on its own as a PWP.

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i. Tripadam Bhramara

Danny was dying.

He was pretty sure he was, because there was no way a man could survive such a massive surfeit of sensual pleasure.

One sweat drop trickled down the side of his face to drip off his chin, a translucent bead that plummeted downwards to become a small blot on his ripped open shirt. His hands scrabbled wildly at the broad shoulders of the man who crushed him to the wall, fingers scratching mauve cloth. He panted harshly, eyelids fluttering.

His mouth opened in a sharp cry when a powerful thrust lifted him all the way up, until he was tiptoeing precariously on one foot.

"Is this hard enough for ya, Messer?"

The resonant timbre of Flack's husky voice in his ear sent shudders of pleasure running up and down his spine. Danny cried out once more as Flack undulated his hips, pushing deeper into his body.

"Fuck -"

Danny felt every rumble of Flack's silent laughter radiating through his body from where they were connected. He whimpered, eyes screwing shut, lower lip bitten in an effort to stem the sounds pouring from his mouth. Flack was buried to the hilt within him, and standing as they were, it felt as if the other man had driven his way right up to his throat.

"I'll take that … as a yes."

Flack shifted the hand gripping his waist up to his face, caressing his cheek and running one thumb across his swollen lower lip.

"Look at me."

Danny's eyes fluttered open. Flack's big eyes pierced him equally deep as they stared back at him, scorching like blue fire. The homicide detective's handsome visage was flushed, probably as red and sweaty and hot as his was right now. Flack was breathing deeply but unhurriedly, in absolute control, as he always was during their frenzied bouts of sex. What made the taller detective appear so goofily sexy at that moment, however, was that Flack was almost fully dressed in one of his suits, except for the fact his pants and underwear were down near his knees.

Flack gently pushed his thumb between Danny's parted lips, inside his mouth.

"I love hearin' the sounds ya make … yer moans, yer whimpers," Flack murmured, never once breaking eye contact. "Yer screams … when I do this."

The taller man pulled out halfway and instantly thrust back inside, grinding his hips in a corkscrew motion and lifting Danny clear off his foot. The CSI's eyes widened perceptibly, a scream of utter pleasure tearing itself out of his throat, body quaking. Flack knew exactly where the sweet spot within his body was. The next thrust hit it again, the sensation so powerful Danny didn't even feel the slam of his head back against the wall.

Flack was now supporting his entire weight, catching one of his knees firmly high in the air, the other hand squeezing his bottom, squashing their bodies together. Their position caused Danny's bare legs to be spread wide apart, one nestling against Flack's leg, the other bent over Flack's elbow. The shorter man could feel the burn in the muscles of his legs, unaccustomed to the stretch, as well as the intense tingling ache between his legs. Fuck, he was going to be sore for quite a while this time.

"Last chance, Danny." Flack's breaths were faster now. "Tell me right now, and I'll take us to the bedroom. 'Cos if ya don't … I'm gonna fuck you hard and fastright here … until we both explode."

Danny managed to smirk wickedly at his lover. "C'mon." He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck me like an animal, you rat bastard."

Flack bared his teeth in a roguish grin and growl.

It was all the warning Danny had before Flack's hips began pistoning back and forth in a punishing rhythm, every thrust shoving him up the wall by a few inches. Danny no longer bothered to curb the sounds emanating from his open mouth, the strident cries following each thrust reverberating in his apartment. His shaking arms wrapped tighter around Flack's shoulders. The constant friction of Flack's jacket against his leaking erection was unbearable, and the amazing sensation made his eyes roll back in his head.

"Aaahhhh … ohohh, Don … mmmmm … ah, fuck …"

Flack was panting roughly into his ear, the sound interspersed with grunts and swearing. Over the overwhelming pleasure spreading out through his whole body from his groin, Danny vaguely sensed Flack lowering his leg.

"Wrap yer legs … 'round my hips," Flack gasped. His thrusts were becoming erratic, but no less vigorous.

Clinging onto Flack's shoulders, Danny moved his trembling legs as best he could around his lover's hips, crisscrossing them. The homicide detective swiftly grabbed the round globes of the CSI's buttocks, long fingers curled into the solid flesh.

"Oooh yeeeah …"

Propping Danny up with his hands, Flack pulled out till only the tip was left inside, then thrust straight in to the hilt. Out. In. Out again. Then deep inside, so deep Danny choked on a scream, involuntarily tightening the muscles around Flack's hardened cock. The pressure made Flack yell, squeezing Danny's bottom in his hands so hard the shorter man was sure he was going to have bruises later on.

Danny could feel the growing quivers in the muscles of his taut body, the inevitable rush of mind-blowing bliss that was just on the horizon … almost within reach …

"Don … ohh fuck, I'm gonna come …" Danny panted, head nuzzled against Flack's, eyes nearly closed, his long-sleeved Henley shirt soaked with sweat and pre-come dripping from his erection, hard on his belly.

It took a minute for him to realize that Flack had stopped moving, standing still and keeping him against the wall, body tense.

His impending orgasm gradually receded. Danny's breath hitched. His eyes widened.

Somebody was knocking on his apartment door, which was right next to them.

"Daniel! Daniel! Are you alright?"

Danny's blue eyes closed when he identified the voice on the other side of the door. He groaned, letting his head fall onto Flack's shoulder.

Oh God. It was his elderly neighbor, Mrs. Penrose.

"Daniel! Please, tell me you're alright!"

The knocking got louder.

Flack's body was shaking, but not from what they'd been doing for the last half an hour.

"Oh shit, Don, it's -" - Danny moaned at Flack corkscrewing his hips again while he was still deep inside - "It's Mrs. Penrose!" He punched Flack on the back in a panic.

Flack raised his head to look Danny in the eye. The fucker was actually smiling.

"I know it's her." Flack grinned.

Danny gulped, hanging on precariously to the other man's torso. Oh fuck, he knew that look -

The homicide detective slowly shifted back, making him drop his feet back onto the floor so he could stand up on his own again. Still, he could only tiptoe because Flack was still buried deep inside him. Danny shivered violently at the new sensations of having his full weight bearing him down on Flack's rock hard cock.

Flack carefully pulled out of Danny, holding the smaller detective's upper body close to his, planting kisses on and all around Danny's moist lips. The CSI whimpered anyway. He already missed the feeling of his lover within him, feeling empty inside.

Danny took a step away from Flack, brushing a shaky hand through his tousled brown hair, taking a deep breath. He tugged the hem of his Henley shirt over his stiff cock, eyes searching around for his pants. Damnit, where did they go?

Mrs. Penrose sounded like she was about to have a brain aneurysm.

"I-I heard you screaming! Is there someone hurting you?" She was banging on the door again. "I'll - I'll call the superintendent, okay?"

Danny slapped both hands over his face. Oh, hell no, he didn't need another audience.

"Mrs. Penrose! I-I'm okay!" Danny finally yelled. He then whispered to Flack, who simply stood there cool as a cucumber, "Where are my pants!"

Flack just shrugged, looking like he was trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. "I dunno."

Danny frowned, wanting to sock him in the face. God, why did the man have to be so freaking gorgeous?

The shorter detective started to stomp off towards the living area to the couch where the fun first began. Maybe that's where his pants were -

Danny was taken by complete surprise when Flack seized him by the shoulders and pushed him up against the apartment door.

"Don! What the FU-"

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out in a piercing groan, muffled just in time by his hand, as Flack kicked open his legs and reentered his body from behind. Danny leaned his forehead against the hard wood of the door, eyes scrunched up and mouth opened in an 'O' shape. Panting harder when Flack reached around and skillfully fondled his erection, calloused thumb rubbing across the head.

"Open the door, Danny."

His eyes snapped open, and he twisted his head around to glare at Flack with lethal eyes.

"Are ya fuckin' crazy!"

Flack grinned at him, humming under his breath. The taller man rolled his hips. It made Danny bite his hand in an effort to block the moan escaping his lips.

"Daniel?" The rapping resumed, this time, directly opposite Danny's head on the door. Danny was suddenly hit by the urge to laugh like a madman.

"Open the door, Danny." Flack was leaning over him, whispering into his ear and licking at his ear lobe. "C'mon, do it."

"You - you're so dead."

Flack chuckled low in his throat, running his hands firmly all over Danny's chest and flat abdomen under his shirt. "Oh yeah, and what a way to go."

The CSI couldn't help chuckling either, groaning softly under Flack's dexterous administrations. This was what he got for falling head over heels for a freaking sex maniac.

It was extremely difficult to keep his breaths slow and steady with Flack buried to the hilt inside him, huge and stretching him in ways that made him desire to thrust his hips back, feel Flack shoving his hot, hard cock in and out -

Danny sucked in a shuddering breath, then opened the door to a tiny gap with a quavering hand.

He peeked through the gap to see his elderly neighbor, attired in a long red dress with a shawl around her shoulders, staring at him with anxious hazel eyes. She smiled in great relief the instant she saw him.

"Oh, Daniel! Are you alright, dear?"

Flack was standing behind him, hidden by the door. And the sneaky bastard was continuing to stroke and molest his body as if he wasn't half-naked and being fucked from behind while he was talking to his old neighbor.

Danny was going to kill him. Big time.

"Hey, M-Mrs. Penrose." Danny attempted to smile, gripping the door knob so tight his knuckles went white. "I'm okay, s-see?"

Mrs. Penrose didn't seem to be convinced. "You're all flushed, dear! And sweaty! Are you sure you're alright?" She held a wrinkled hand to her mouth. "I heard someone screaming and - and I thought … you were being attacked by someone!"

Behind him, Danny felt rather than heard Flack giggling quietly like a schoolgirl. Danny had to bite his lip as Flack's hips grinded against his bottom.

"N-no! No, nothin' like that, really! I-I'm fine." Danny tried to smile again, using the hand that had been gripping the door knob to swat feebly at Flack.

"Oh." Mrs. Penrose smiled happily. "Oh, well. I'm glad you're alright, Daniel. Perhaps I was merely hearing things. An old woman's ears …" She tittered to herself.

Danny swallowed visibly, chewing on his lower lip. Flack had pulled up his shirt and was swiping his tongue over the skin of his back, trailing fingers through his pubic hair and using the other hand to trace the flesh where they were joined together. It was driving Danny insane.

"T-thanks for yer concern, Mrs. Penrose. Nothin' to worry 'bout … really -" Danny literally had to clamp a hand over his mouth and nose on the last word.

Flack had decided it was a good time to begin thrusting lazily in and out of his body, striking his prostate gland every time. Danny deliberately tightened the muscles around the moving appendage, hard enough that it made Flack groan and become still. The homicide detective's hands on his bare hips were like vices.

Mrs. Penrose was looking unsure again, but, somehow, she wasn't saying anything about Danny's odd action. Danny wanted to grimace. Oh shit, she wasn't realizing what was going on now, was she?

"Well, I … I think I shall go back to my apartment now. If there's anything you need, I'm always next door." She sent him a wavering smile, then tottered away on her wooden cane.

Danny immediately closed the door, wheezing in tremendous relief and at the pleasure of Flack moving inside him. Oh fuckfuckfuck, one more second and he would have fallen right there in front of her and screamed his lungs out.

He heard Flack snigger.

All of a sudden, Danny was infused with newfound energy. Oh yeah.

Payback time.

In a surprise movement, he jostled himself away from Flack, turning around to face the startled homicide detective. Flack appeared pretty silly standing there with his jacket, dress shirt and tie still on but his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles.

Danny grinned, all pearly teeth and fangs.

"Danny, whoawhoaWHOA -"

Flack flew through the air to land on his ass on the floor, arms and legs akimbo, with the funniest expression on his face. Danny was instantaneously on top of him, straddling Flack's hips and slamming Flack's arms down on either side of his body, trapping them.

"Uh, Danny, heeeey, buddy -" Flack smiled placatingly at him, displaying his winning one.

It didn't work one bit.

"Shut. Up."

Flack clammed up, lower lip sucked under the upper up. Flack was actually looking frightened.

Danny's grin grew more broad. Good.

"My turn now."

Flack's lips twitched. The blue eyes got bigger.

"Get up on your elbows. Now."

Flack obeyed silently, assisted by Danny's hands on his arms.

"Bend your legs and spread 'em."

Flack licked at his lips as he did so.

The two men stared into each others' blue eyes, sharing a deep and profound look. Danny's hands clenched around Flack's wrists. Then, he released them, rocking back on his knees and feet.

"Don't move."

Danny raised himself up, reaching a hand between his legs and Flack's. He enclosed his hand around Flack's still erect cock, pumping it with surefire, familiar motions. Flack's hands curled into tight fists. A harsh groan leaked out from between the taller detective's closed lips. Danny moaned softly, relishing the feel of the hot, rigid flesh within his grasp. It was going to feel so fucking good inside him.

Resting a hand on Flack's flat stomach, the CSI positioned himself over the man's flushed erection, using his other hand to keep it fixed in place. The mushroom-like head nudged at his slick opening, then slipped in easily. In one stroke, Danny sank all the way down until he felt soft curls tickling the sensitive flesh between his legs. He let out a lengthy, high-pitched moan, lifting the hem of his Henley shirt to hastily stroke his own dripping cock.

Damn, he could stay like this forever, straddling Flack like this, with his lover buried so deep inside him he could virtually taste the other man in his mouth.

Danny ran his tongue over his lips, staring into Flack's wide, blue eyes. The taller man began to push himself more upright.

"Don't. Move."

Flack paused, breaths increasing in speed, a sweat drop rolling down the side of his face.

Danny placed his hands on the other man's shoulders, moving Flack back to his original on-elbows pose. Now, the shorter detective was able to propel himself up and down by pushing on Flack's shoulders, as well as using his sinewy legs with his feet set on the floor for added drive.

They gazed into each other's wide, passionate eyes once more, seeing what only two bonded lovers could see in each other. This time, when Flack inclined forward to kiss him, Danny didn't stop him. Flack's lips tasted like the mint tea they drank earlier that afternoon.

"C'mon, Danny," Flack whispered hoarsely, settling back on his elbows, staring at Danny with a ravenous gaze. "Ride me hard and fast." He smirked impishly. "Like yer big bike ya love so much."

Maintaining eye contact, Danny leaned back, keeping his hands on Flack's shoulders. He lifted his hips, up till Flack nearly popped out, then slammed back down, revolving his hips hard against Flack's groin. Both of them cried out, Danny falling forward so that their foreheads touched. The CSI felt tears spring to his shut eyes. Oh fuck, he was going to die before this was over.

"No rush, babe." Flack kissed him again. "We got all the time in the world."

Danny opened his eyes, smiled tenderly at his lover. Ran his hand through Flack's dark, shorn hair.

"Hold on tight," Danny whispered against Flack's mouth.

He didn't move, merely gripping and squeezing Flack's cock with his strong inner muscles, holding it inside him for a hundred heartbeats each time. From the blissful expression on Flack's handsome mien, it must have felt really good. Danny grinned like a cat, and started swinging his hips in wide circles, making figures-of-eight, groaning at the incredible sensation of the hardness within him rubbing on all sides.

A noticeable shudder shook Flack's lanky and sweaty body. "Fuck … where did - where the hell did ya learn to do that?"

Danny cackled, a wobbly, rasping sound. "I dunno … just … just felt right."

Danny did it again, tightening the muscles inside too this time around. Flack began to pant, groaning, arms trembling.

"Danny."

The shorter man's arms were trembling too. Flack was staring at him with something akin to desperation.

"Please. Let me move."

The CSI huffed out a breathless laugh, hands contracting on Flack's broad shoulders. His tongue flitted out another time. The increasing quivering was there in the muscles of his body again, signaling the oncoming swell of his orgasm. He swallowed visibly, eyelids fluttering in anticipation.

"Do it."

Flack's immediate reaction to his words bordered on violent.

The homicide detective grabbed him around the waist, flipping them over so that he was on top of Danny instead, with the CSI's legs spread wide on either side. Flack had one arm behind his back, holding him up while he had his own arms enveloping Flack's shoulders.

Flack pulled out completely, then rammed straight back in to the hilt, grinding his hips against Danny's in a frenzy. The man's slicked erection raked Danny's prostate hard, causing the shorter man to jerk intensely and release an earsplitting cry. Danny threw back his head in an arc, moaning incessantly at the raging sensations flooding his entire body with every perfect thrust.

"Aaaaaahhhhh … aahhhaaahhhh …. AAHHH -"

He was there, he was nearly there …

Flack's lips were next to his ear.

"You're mine."

Danny's body convulsed. The mind-blowing pleasure that wracked his body was so forceful, he couldn't even croak.

"Always."

He felt something wet splatter his lower abdomen. There was also something wet streaming down his cheeks. In the distance, he heard another man shouting, a solid body quaking against his. His vision grayed out. Danny must have blacked out for a minute or two, oblivious to the world.

When he came to, Flack was lying next to him, cradling his head with one hand and gently tapping him on his cheek, calling his name apprehensively.

"Danny? Buddy, are ya still alive?"

"Hhnnn …"

Danny attempted to move, feeling sticky everywhere, a familiar, good ache between his legs.

Flack snickered, caressing his cheek. "Thank God, ya little brat. Ya scared me for a second there."

" … hnnngghh …" Danny's eyes were open into slits. He was so exhausted and boneless that he couldn't form words.

The taller man pulled him into a tight hug, kissing him on the forehead. They lay on the floor, Danny snuggled on top of Flack reclined on his back, too tired to move a single inch. Danny's eyelids flickered close under Flack's comforting stroking of his arm and sides beneath his shirt. It was these moments that the CSI craved for more than the sex itself. The moments where he and the man he loved simply connected on a whole other level that even physical intimacy couldn't allow.

Over ten minutes passed in contented silence.

Then, Flack said nonchalantly, "Huh. Ya think yer neighbor knows we're havin' sex now?"

Danny somehow found the strength to smack Flack on the side of his face.