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: Well. What can I say? This is the chapter you horndogs have been waiting for! Do I even have to mention that this is not safe for work? Hah. Sorry for the long wait, been busy with life and all that … and I'm highly doubtful I'll make the NaNoWrimo dateline, but what the hey. Thank you all for your kind reviews! I appreciate them! And enjoy the story.
Oh. By the way. Once you've finished this chapter, I'm sure there's a question you'd be asking yourself. And yes. It is very possible for a man to come more than once in a row. Mwahah! Don't ask how I know.
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xii. Lataveshta
Danny couldn't stop staring at Flack. He allowed his gaze to roam across those beloved features, those thick, dark eyebrows, the strong aquiline nose, those pink firm lips. Most of all, those large blue eyes that could read his soul with a single glance.
His tongue flitted out. He raised a hand to push his spectacles up his nose, then realized that he'd lost it earlier that night. It was a good thing he had a spare pair just in case.
"Now where did I keep it …" The homicide detective was rummaging in his jacket pockets for the key to Danny's apartment with one hand. The other hand was tightly gripping one of Danny's.
They hadn't let go of each other since the quick drive to his apartment building.
Danny squeezed Flack's hand hard. The additional pressure prompted Flack to temporarily halt his search and look up. The CSI sent him a little smile.
"You okay?" Flack asked in a low, smooth tenor. He had a small albeit affectionate smile on his face too.
Danny simply nodded. His neck was beginning to feel sore. However, he didn't say a word about it to Flack. The ache was made minimal by the intense happiness that suffused his entire being. It was like he was having an out-of-body experience. There he was, holding Flack's hand, standing in front of his apartment front door with the man, but it was also as if … Flack was already inside him.
The thought caused him to grip to constrict even more.
Flack didn't react. Merely stood there, staring deep into his eyes, gently stroking his fingers with his own.
Danny swallowed visibly. It was incredible. They were doing nothing except stand in front of each other, grasping each other's hands, gazing at one another.
And yet, Danny had never felt so connected to the other man before.
He blinked.
Flack's smile broadened.
Danny felt a thumb stroke his lower jaw and cheek.
He never understood why Flack loved staring at him so much. He always considered himself to be rather ordinary looking, particularly compared to the homicide detective. It didn't matter how many times he caught Flack staring ardently at him. Every time felt like the very first time. An earth-shattering sensation that took his breath away.
He took a step closer to his friend, his eyes wide and glistening. Drank in every tiny facet of Flack's mien, every blemish, every crinkle, every line. Kept the visual treasure in a safe place within his mind, a place where he could draw on it to remember what love truly looked like when the days were dark and cold and lonely.
Danny never understood why Flack loved staring at him so much.
Until now.
The homicide detective's hand had remained on the side of his face. In any other circumstance, Danny would have been quietly hissing about the blatant display of physical affection in public and told Flack off for it. It was funny how things could change in the blink of an eye. Or how looking death in the eye had its way of changing one's perspective on life in an instant.
He leaned into the touch, maintaining eye contact, fervently hoping that Flack was able to see his emotions in his eyes.
It was Flack's turn to swallow visibly now. The man blinked twice, his smile trembling just a little. Danny wasn't sure if it was the lights on the hallway's ceiling above them that was causing Flack's eyes to gleam that much.
"Okay," Flack rasped, almost to himself.
Flack's thumb traveled from Danny's cheek onto his lower lip, rubbing it from one end to the other.
Danny smiled tenderly at the other man again, and Flack returned it with a soft, close-lipped smile.
Flack's hand fell from the CSI's face.
The taller detective returned to searching for his key to Danny's apartment. He still hadn't let go of Danny's hand.
Danny glanced down at their entwined hands, then back up at Flack's visage. Even without his glasses, Flack's eyes were clearer to him than the sun itself. Did he ever tell the man how beautiful they were?
"Here it is." Flack had gotten the key out and was jostling it into the keyhole. He mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.
Danny let Flack lead him into his apartment, then turned to close the door and lock it. The lights were on as they were before he went out to buy his groceries. Thinking about his grocery shopping made his eyes close, and he groaned in mild annoyance. Oh, great, there was no food at all in his fridge, which meant they probably had to order -
"Danny."
The CSI's eyes snapped open at the strain in Flack's voice. He pivoted around to see Flack standing in the living area, frozen and staring at something on the floor.
Danny's breath snagged. Oh, no.
He hesitantly shuffled over to stand next to Flack. Yep, the shattered pieces of what used to be a glass vase was still there, along with the drying splatter of water on the wall, as well as the wet rivulets trailing downwards from it. The King Protea flowers Flack had gifted him a few months ago were scattered all over the floor, some with their large, artichoke-like heads split from their stems. Flack had specifically chosen them because they represented courage, that it was his way of acknowledging Danny's bravery in dealing with his brother's beating, that whenever Danny looked at those flowers, he'd be reminded of how proud Flack was of him.
Staring at the mess, at how callously he'd treated Flack's gift in a brief fit of rage, he felt immense shame. Never had he felt so unworthy of the present as he did at that moment.
He didn't dare to look at the homicide detective.
He felt Flack's eyes on him.
He sucked in a ragged breath. Everything was becoming blurry.
Felt Flack's hands set on his shoulders. Squeezed his eyes shut, involuntarily stiffening.
Flack turned him so that he was facing the taller man. Those big hands tightened on his shoulders.
Oh God, he couldn't bear to open his eyes and see the anger in those blue eyes -
He felt Flack's strong arms enclose around him, one hand on the back of his head, holding his head against the man's neck and broad chest, those long fingers running through his spiky hair.
"I almost lost you."
Flack's typically deep and resonant voice sounded so small and broken.
Danny tried extremely hard to retain his composure, but the moment those whispered words floated to his ears, his face crumpled. He swiftly buried his face into the juncture between Flack's neck and shoulder, sensing something hot and wet leak from behind his eyelids. Wrapped his arms around Flack's warm torso in a crushing hug, fingers curling into the fabric of Flack's jacket.
He was in Flack's arms again, after one week of eternal torture and loneliness, he was in Flack's arms again -
Flack uttered those words once more, murmuring them into his hair. The taller man was rocking them slowly, moving back and forth as one, resting his head on Danny's. Danny felt the same hot wetness drip onto his ear.
The shorter detective breathed in Flack's scent, genuinely relaxing in Flack's embrace for the first time since their horrible fight in one of the labs at CSI headquarters. The man smelled a million times better in reality than he ever did in Danny's imagination, even after a long day and night like the one they just experienced. Flack smelled like summer. Like apple pie and blue skies.
Like home.
He pulled back a little, only to slip his arms beneath Flack's jacket and rewrap them around the guy so there was less cloth that was between him and Flack. The homicide detective was now stroking the length of his back, from shoulders to lower back in long, comforting movements. It made Danny smile into Flack's chest. Flack always stroked his back like that to make him feel better whenever he had a bad day. And it worked all the time.
Danny realized Flack was murmuring something else now.
"I'm sorry, I'm such a stupid asshole, I'm sorry …"
The CSI reluctantly lifted his head to look his friend in the eye. Flack's blue eyes were moist and heavy-lidded, his lips downturned.
"I'm the one who oughta be sayin' that to you," Danny rasped, a little, melancholic smile curving up the ends of his lips.
"What the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?" Flack blinked, his brows low in a self-reproachful frown. "I'm the freakin' idiot who trusted a dumbass bitch of a reporter to- to keep her word! Thought she was all business on a one dinner deal to talk 'bout my cases, just so I could get her off our backs for good."
The sorrow that made Danny's heart heavy lightened tenfold more at Flack's last statement. So that was why Flack went to Serafina with the mysterious woman, who must have been that irritating, stalkerish reporter Flack often complained about in last couple of months. Why hadn't he thought of the possibility it might have been her he heard on the phone that night? Based on what Flack had told him, he wouldn't put it past her to pull off something like tricking Flack into a dinner date. Danny wanted to punch himself in the face.
"Don, if it hadn't been for me, you'd never have gone out with her in the first place -"
"No, no, you are not gonna blame yerself for this, ya understand, Danny?" Flack grasped his upper arms, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. "It's my fault. I made the stupid decision to go for a dinner with her, and it had nothin' to do with the whole one week a' no sex thing."
Flack sighed heavily. He rubbed their foreheads together, and shifted his hands down to Danny's lower back and twined his fingers together in a cradle hold.
"She paid a surprise visit to the precinct. Kept buggin' me 'bout my promises to talk to her 'bout various cases for her stories. So, outta the blue, she came up with some offer of a dinner at Serafina, with the condition that it was just one time … and she'd stay away from me for good after that."
Danny stroked Flack's arm, and smiled at the other man in encouragement.
"So, yeah, we ended up at Serafina, had some food, and I got tired a' waitin' for her to ask me questions and stuff. Thought somethin' was up when she turned up in nothin' but a handkerchief." Flack rolled his eyes. "I mean, that's how small her dress was."
The CSI snorted.
"Then, ya called … and it was best thing that happened to me that evenin'."
Danny smiled widely at that. If only Flack had known he'd been half naked from the waist down when he made that call.
"So I was talkin' to ya, and then she appeared outta nowhere after her trip to the loo -" - Flack sputtered for an instant - "And then, she called me Don, and I never said she could! And ya know, she'd been callin' me Detective Flack the whole time! 'Course I got pissed off at her, even more so when ya stopped talkin' to me and cut the call."
Flack huffed.
"I dunno … I was so friggin' mad afterwards. So I grilled her, and she finally came clean and told me she'd literally lied to get my ass to some fancy restaurant so we could have a date, 'cause, get this -" - Flack made a horrified face - "She thought she and I had chemistry! She actually used that word!"
Danny couldn't help laughing at the comical expression on the taller man's mien.
"S'not funny, Danno, I nearly leapt sixty feet into the air when she said it, a'right?"
The CSI's cackle grew louder.
Flack was somber-faced for another minute, then grinned and guffawed together with Danny.
After a while, their laughter diminished to quiet chuckles. Flack had started rubbing their faces together. It was a little strange and also a little playful, but Danny enjoyed the physical contact. Flack was behaving like the very animal he was allergic to, a cat. A big, majestic one who was marking what belonged to him, at that.
"Don."
Flack eventually tilted back at Danny calling his name, waiting for Danny to speak. His eyes were wide, like those of a small boy who was awaiting a punishment to be meted out on him.
"I'm not angry at ya for the dinner or any of that. Maybe I was before, but then, I didn't know all the details." Danny smiled remorsefully. "So, it is my own fault things went down so badly 'tween us in the last two days. I mean, I coulda … listened to ya -"
"Yeah, ya could have," Flack said with a smirk.
Danny dipped his head in guilt, an apologetic smile on his visage. "I know. I just … I didn't want to hear you say goodbye to me." He raised his head to gaze into Flack's eyes again, and continued before Flack could cut in. "After I heard all the talk at the labs 'bout you goin' out with some hot blonde with a killer body … I didn't know what to think. I just … became so angry with myself. I … I thought, all this time, I'd been … forcin' ya into a relationship that wasn't meant to be after al-"
"Don't you EVER say that again."
Flack grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard. The homicide detective's eyes were wide in affront.
"Force me? Force me?! Wha, ya think I'm here 'cause all I want is a good fuck? Is that it?" The taller man threw up his hands. "I thought ya knew me better than that, Danny. I'm not here 'cause I only wanna use ya for sex! What would make ya think that?"
Flack cupped Danny's face with his hands.
"I wanna be with you 'cause I want to. I choose to. 'Cause just seein' ya makes me higher than helium gas. 'Cause I go crazy when I can't be with ya every day. 'Cause it makes me happy when you're happy. 'Cause you're the best friend I ever had, the one who makes life interesting and worthwhile." Flack rubbed his thumbs against Danny's bristly cheeks. "'Cause you're the only one who really understands me. The one I wanna be with for the rest of my life. And yeah, the sex between us is fantastic. Yeah, I'll say it now and I'll say it again, if I could spend the rest of eternity makin' love with ya and makin' ya feel like you're in heaven, I would."
Flack sent him a sad smile. "I can't believe you'd think I only give a shit 'bout the sex, and nothin' else."
It took some time for Danny to form an articulate response. He had to blink numerous times to clear his sight. Flack's declaration was more than he could have ever anticipated to hear in an entire lifetime. Was the floor still under his feet? Was he still in New York city? Heck, was he still on earth?
Maybe Flack was already making good on his promise. Maybe he was already in heaven.
The CSI placed his hands on top of Flack's.
"You were right, Don. I shoulda taken the challenge back when ya asked me to." He gave the homicide detective a wavering smile. "I was scared, ya know? I had to know … I had to know if we were strong 'nough to stand even with the sex taken outta the equation."
Flack's mouth was opening, and Danny knew Flack was going to gripe about him thinking sex was that important to the man.
"Don, listen to me, 'kay? I was scared. I didn't know if things were going to end like how it always did in the past, and it seemed like it was. I didn't know how to talk to ya 'bout it. I didn't know how to do it without …riskin' losin' you. And - and when you were watchin' that male modeling show and lookin' at that particular model … I dunno, I … I had to know."
Flack was deadly silent for a minute.
"You mean to tell me … you made me abstain from any sorta sexual activity for one whole week … 'cause ya thought I had the hots for some stranger on TV?"
Danny gulped. "Yeah."
The homicide detective made a face of total astonishment. "Wha … I … I wasn't lookin' at that guy 'cause I liked him! I was lookin' at him 'cause I thought he looked like a poor man's version of you."
Danny stared blankly at Flack. "… huh?"
"Yeah! I thought he looked kinda good 'cause he was like a lite version of you! But I wasn't lustin' after him or anythin' like that at all!" Flack smirked in something akin to smugness. "Why would I want a mediocre copy … when I've got the real thing right here, huh?"
"Oh."
The shorter detective ducked his head. It didn't conceal his pleased grin at all.
"Yeah. Are ya happy now?" Flack asked in an amused tone. "Would ya like me to get on my knees and kiss yer feet now?"
Danny sniggered. "Maybe later."
He wound his fingers between Flack's, pulling Flack's hands from his face down onto his chest, with Flack's right hand over his heart.
"Don, the point is …" Danny cleared his throat. "I'm sorry I imposed the whole one week celibacy thing on us. I shouldn't have done that. I should have had more faith in us, in you and … I shoulda talked things through with ya, instead of jumpin' to conclusions and thinkin' the worst every time. I shoulda trusted you more." He shrugged. "I'm a proud fool. And I'm a drama queen, I know. I wanna change, and I know it won't be easy undoin' years of programmin', but I wanna change. For the better."
Flack was staring at him. He appeared stunned into silence.
Danny gazed into the taller man's eyes, desperately searching for some sign that his words got through to the guy.
Danny felt a forefinger pressing itself on his lips.
"Hold on a sec."
Flack lifted up the right side of his unbuttoned jacket, fishing for something in one of the inner pockets. He plucked out a rectangular object, black and slim, with red buttons on the side that looked a lot like a small tape recorder. He held it near Danny's mouth.
"Okay. Repeat everythin' ya said just now." The homicide detective waved his other hand in a circular motion. "Ya know, specially the bit 'bout you bein' a drama queen and me bein' king of the universe and all that."
Danny's blue eyes narrowed dangerously, but his lips twitched with mirth.
"C'mon, say it, Danny."
Danny kept quiet, smirking lightly.
Then, his smirk faltered.
Something in his chest skipped a beat or three.
Holy cow, the moment was here.
He could feel it deep within his heart.
The moment was here. The moment he was going to say to Flack what he'd said to no other human being in the world, except for his mother and brother.
Flack was biting his lower lip, eagerly waiting for Danny to repeat his apology.
Danny gently took the tape recorder from his friend. He held the device closer to his face, ascertaining that Flack was gazing directly into his eyes and that he held nothing back.
He depressed the recording button with a click.
"I love you, Don Flack, Jr."
Flack's face slowly went slack in shock. He was as immobile as a statue, his large eyes so wide Danny could see the white around his blue irises.
The hush that reigned was ear-splitting.
Danny chewed on his lower lip.
His hand grasping the tape recorder was trembling.
A few more seconds passed in edgy silence.
Then, Flack encircled his hand around Danny's wrist. The homicide detective moved the tape recorder closer to his own lips, still staring into Danny's eyes. Flack's eyes were glistening under the ambient living room lights.
"I love you, Danny Messer."
The tender murmur was as powerful as the bursts of a thousand supernovas.
Danny swore that the grin spread across his face was virtually from ear to ear.
Okay, that was it. He was definitely soaring somewhere along the heights of the highest level of heaven.
Flack was the first to erupt into a blissful laugh. His handsome visage crinkled in an enormous, open-mouthed grin, and he touched his forehead to Danny's again, cupping Danny's lower jaw and neck with his hands. The CSI laughed heartily too, crossing his wrists behind the taller man's neck.
Wow.
So this was what it really meant to be happy.
It was … indescribable. Unbelievable. A miracle of the best kind, even though he had formerly never believed miracles were ever real.
"I love you so damn much," Flack whispered, his moving lips scant centimeters away from Danny's.
The final wall around Danny's heart crumbled with barely more than a sigh.
He slanted his head, his eyelids fluttering shut, lips parting, pushing his face closer towards Flack's -
"Nuh uh."
Three fingers covered Danny's mouth, effectively blocking the kiss-to-be. He frowned at Flack, emitting a confused, questioning sound from his throat. Wha, why was the guy stopping him from -
Flack was grinning in amusement. "Four more hours, Danny."
Oh. The dumb challenge.
Danny made a sharp noise of protest, protruding his lower lip out against the taller man's fingers in a pout.
Flack snickered. Then, his features set in a more solemn but soft expression.
"Believe me, you have no idea how much I wanna kiss ya right now and more. But I'm a man of my word, babe. I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it. Just like every other promise I make to ya. 'Kay?"
Danny gazed at Flack with warm, crinkled eyes. How could he have ever doubted Flack at all? And what had he done to deserve such a man like the one standing before him, who had always loved him from the beginning? He must have done something right somewhere along the line.
"Okay." The shorter detective settled for giving Flack a quick kiss on the fingers.
Flack caressed Danny's cheek with two fingers, and after a long while, halfheartedly stepped backwards, inhaling deeply.
"Have ya had dinner yet?"
Danny shook his head once.
"Okay. Guess we'll make some dinner. I haven't eaten either," Flack said.
"Can't." Danny grimaced. "No groceries, and my fridge's empty."
"Ah, right." Flack scratched the side of his neck. "Take out, then. Ya want I order from Ludwig? He oughta still be open at this time."
The CSI smiled. "Sure, his spaghetti and meat balls' good. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. What are you gonna get?"
Flack blatantly eyeballed Danny from head to toe and back up. "Well, I'm certainly goin' for some Italian myself, but I think I'll just stick to the usual carbonara pasta and garlic bread … I'm savin' the Italian sausage and balls for later." He winked at Danny.
Danny cackled in good humor. It felt so good to hear Flack making his silly, sexual innuendo jokes again. A certain part of his anatomy below absolutely agreed with him.
"So we'll call Ludwig, then we'll clean this up. How 'bout that?" Flack clapped his hands together.
Danny nodded.
"Then, we'll take a look at yer neck and see 'bout puttin' some ointment on it. Bet you'll like a massage too, huh?"
Danny grinned and made a sound like a purring cat.
The taller detective chuckled. "You dunno what paradise feels like till you've gotten a massage from the maaaasteeeeer."
Danny merely smiled softly. He had to disagree with his lover on one thing.
He had known exactly what it felt like … from the very first moment he looked into Flack's beautiful blue eyes , and knew Flack loved him too.
OoooooooooooooooooooooooooO
Flack concluded to himself that he could really get used to slow dancing.
He could get used to slow dancing with Danny even more.
He tilted his head at a downward angle to study Danny's face. Danny was nestling his face into his chest, eyes closed. There was a healthy color to the CSI's once sallow mien, a glow that was apparent to Flack even under the dimmed lights. All that piping hot Italian food did the man a lot of good. Danny's neck was covered up in bandages to make sure the ointment on the bruises didn't rub off when they headed for bed later.
"Don't take your love away from me," Flack sang melodiously, guiding them in yet another slow turn around the living room. "Don't you leave my heart in misery …"
He felt Danny smile against his skin, felt Danny's arms draw tighter around his midriff. The shorter man was wearing nothing but his dark blue robe, and Flack's bare skin tingled wherever their bodies touched without it between them. All he had on was a pair of long flannel trousers, one of the silky-smooth, faded ones that he wore very often. Well, at least he used to, until he got together with Danny. He had not much need for pants in the man's apartment after that.
"If you go, then I'll be blue …" Flack rubbed circles all over Danny's back, continuing to sing into Danny's freshly out-of-the-shower damp hair. "'Cause breaking up is haaard to dooooo …"
Danny had shifted his head higher up his body, and was laughing quietly into his neck. A moment later, Flack sensed his lover's lips barely moving on his skin, along with his.
"They say that breaaaaking up is haaard to dooo … Now I know, I know that it's true …"
Flack tautened his embrace, breathing in Danny's unique scent. He smiled into his friend's hair. He wondered if Danny ever considered singing as an alternate career.
"Don't say that this is the end … Instead of breaking up, I wish that we were making up again …"
Danny's voice was becoming stronger.
"I beg of you, don't say goodbye … Can't we give our love another try?"
The homicide detective jumped in right on cue, persuading Danny to raise his head with a gentle pull on the man's short hair.
"Come on, baby, let's start anew …"
Flack smiled broadly at the other man, running one hand through Danny's hair, and they softly sang the last line together.
"'Cause breaking up is haard to doooo …"
They halted to a standstill, joined from chest to thigh in the space between the living area and the kitchen, silhouetted into a single form.
Danny's wide eyes were bright and glittering even in the dark, gazing at him without any reservation. Face inches away from his own. Lips slightly parted and moist.
Flack stroked the side of his lover's face, and Danny's eyelids flickered at the touch. That was when the taller detective grabbed the opportunity to glance at the clock on the wall nearby. He grinned inwardly upon checking the time.
Ohh, baby, it was over.
He waited until Danny was looking him in the eye again, and then, in one effortless swoop, inclined forward to press his lips against Danny's. His moan was muted by Danny's strident groan as he opened his mouth wide and thrust his tongue into the other man's. Damn, it was like the first time all over again, but somehow, even better.
For a second, Danny simply stood there with his hands on Flack's bare upper arms, letting Flack take the reins of their escalating kiss, moaning his enjoyment. The instant the man realized what they were doing, it was as if he had been pumped full of superhuman energy and zeal. Danny twisted his fingers into Flack's dark, shorn hair, yanking Flack's head hard, impossibly shoving their gaping mouths closer than ever.
Flack let out a sound of surprise, muffled by their lips locked together in their passionate kissing. His lips reflexively curved up into an open and thrilled grin. Oh yeah, this was what he'd been missing for so long, Danny's mouth, those eyes, those full lips, that hard, lean body. The way Danny was running hands all over his head and shoulders and body like the man couldn't get enough of him. Or the way Danny was moaning and making those fucking hot noises that got him hard as a rock in seconds -
All of a sudden, Danny shoved himself backwards and gasped loudly. Flack was disoriented from the unexpected withdrawal, and he blinked at Danny in puzzlement. Then he saw the dismay on Danny's face, comprehended why his friend appeared so upset.
He smiled in an assuaging manner at the CSI.
"Babe, babe, it's okay," Flack said with a chuckle. "It's been over a half hour since the week was up."
Danny stared blankly at him.
"A h- … a half hour?"
"Yeah. All that time just went by in a flash thanks to dinner and watchin' TV and slow dancin' and all that." Flack tenderly caressed Danny's cheek and chin. "One week, Danny. One week of no sex … and we made it."
The shorter detective slowly began to smile. " … we did."
"Yeah, babe." The homicide detective chuckled once more. "We did it. And we're still together, and we're still goin' strong. Stronger than ever."
Flack nibbled on his lower lip, suddenly feeling really nervous.
"You, uh … you're not gonna … enforce another week a' celibacy on me … are ya?"
He studied Danny's unreadable mien in order to figure out what might happen next. Damnit, since when the hell did Danny become so good at acting? That was his forte!
Danny stared at him some more, not saying anything.
Flack coughed mildly. He started tapping one of his feet on the floor.
Still unusually quiet, Danny moved his hands up to the hems of his robe at chest level.
The blue cloth parted, revealing that familiar, sexy chest with its sparse covering of hair.
The robe slipped to the floor with a rustle.
Flack's breaths became louder, increased in speed. His cock instantaneously began to harden. His hands clenched into fists in an effort to not just burst with ecstasy right then and there.
Oh God, Danny was naked and so damn gorgeous and standing right there at an arm's length away and he was -
Danny was on his knees before him now, never once breaking eye contact.
Flack could hear the blood rushing through his ears. His heart beating at an accelerated pace.
Danny pushed his fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers.
Flack released a low whine.
In one tug, Flack's pants dropped onto the floor in a puddle surrounding his ankles and feet.
The sight of Danny licking his lips and staring at his erection like it was the most delicious thing in the universe made Flack groan inaudibly. Holy crap, the hunger in Danny's blue eyes was so palpable Flack could feel it feeding his own desire.
"Oh, yeah." Danny's tongue flitted out again. "Oh, yeah, yeah." The man's eyes widened.
The shorter man's mouth opened into an 'O' shape.
"Oh, fuck -"
The rest of Flack's sentence was abruptly cut off in a harsh cry as Danny molded his lips around the homicide detective's cock, and swallowed him to the hilt in one go.
"Oh, FUUUUCK!"
The heat and wetness of Danny's mouth was mind-blowing. Danny's tongue was even more remarkable, licking and sliding and caressing the length of his throbbing erection, sending bolts of pleasure streaking through his body with every movement.
Flack panted through his mouth and propped himself up on wobbly arms on Danny's shoulders. His lanky legs were equally shaky, threatening to buckle on him at any moment. It didn't help that Danny was making so much of his high-pitched, pleasure-filled noises while his head vigorously bobbed back and forth, his hands squeezing Flack's buttocks hard.
"Dan, oh shit, Danny …"
The CSI was now clutching the base of his hardened cock, the other hand rolling and fondling his balls.
"Oh yeah, you taste so good -"
Danny's words became garbled once he started sucking and licking on the head of Flack's cock again. His glazed eyes fluttered close, the gratification he was deriving from pleasuring Flack evident on his flushed, relaxed features.
Flack's fingers dug into the kneeling man's shoulders. Bright starbursts of light were exploding everywhere behind his eyelids whenever he shut his eyes. The great wave of pleasure was cresting within him, causing his body to tremble more and more. His broad chest heaved as he labored to breathe.
Fuck, not even a minute into the heat of things, and he was already on the very brink -
"Danny … Danny, stop!"
Danny gave his aching erection one last lick from root to head, then unenthusiastically lifted his head up and away, glancing up at Flack with wide, gleaming eyes. He made a quizzical sound. There was a thin thread of saliva that hung between the shorter detective's lower lip and the rosy head of Flack's cock.
Flack licked at his own lower lip. For some reason, that string of saliva connected to Danny's swollen lip and his erection was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen in his life.
"Oh, babe, you're fuckin' amazin', ya know that …" Flack panted softly, then added, "But I don't wanna come … just yet."
He caught his breath, and rasped with a wicked smirk, "Wanna come inside ya, when I'm drillin' ya into the floor and you're screamin' yer lungs out in ecstasy and I fill ya up so good and deep and hard. Ya want that, huh, Danny, huh, do ya?"
Danny's breathing was erratic and hoarse. His wet lower lip quivered.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I want that." The CSI's tongue flitted out in excitement. "I want you so bad."
Before Flack knew it, Danny was up on his feet again, dragging his head down for another open-mouthed kiss. The taller man felt Danny's similarly hard, leaking cock slide against his between their flat bellies, pre-come sticky on their smooth skin.
After one more meeting of their lips, Danny drew back, running his hands down Flack's fuzzy chest, staring into the taller man's eyes. Flack stepped out of his trousers and stood where he was, silent and waiting.
Danny took his hand and lead them back into the living area, in front of the couch. The CSI nimbly fell to his knees, shoved the coffee table that was there nearly half a dozen feet away so they had more space before the sofa.
Flack's cock jerked in anticipation when he realized what Danny intended.
The cushions from the couch were flung onto the floor, then hurriedly arranged into a huge square.
"Don."
Danny had crawled on all fours onto the cushions, his knees and hands padded from the unyielding floor. He peered at Flack from behind his shoulder, his sinewy body arched into a graceful curve. His legs were spread wide apart.
Flack's wide-eyed gaze fell onto the rounded, pert globes of his lover's bottom.
His throbbing erection twitched a second time.
"Please, Don … I can't - I can't stand it anymore," Danny uttered huskily between faint panting. "I need you, need ya so bad …"
Flack felt a massive rush of energy flow through him at Danny's admission. His cock was so hard, the tip was literally touching his stomach. Hissing between his gritted teeth, he stroked it once with his right hand. Damn, it wasn't going to take much to make him blow. He hoped with all his heart he would be able to keep his word and make it a night to really remember.
"Okay, babe, just a little longer, I promise."
The homicide detective noticed the tube of lubricant tucked in the side of the couch. He picked it up, then began looking around for condoms. His thick brows lowered in an irritated frown when he saw none. Fuck it, that was all he needed, no condoms when he was about to -
"No."
Flack knelt down beside Danny, stroking the man's curved back and down between his spread legs. He hissed through his teeth again at the warmth he encountered. Slid his fingers between Danny's buttocks, rubbing his lover's sensitive perineum and up over the small entrance into the man's body.
A violent shiver wracked the CSI's flushed, sweaty body. Danny let out a high-pitched moan, instinctively rocked his hips backwards under Flack's administrations.
"No what, babe?" Flack murmured.
"No …" Danny bowed his head, then, with some struggle, raised it and gazed at Flack with heavy-lidded, lusty eyes. "No condom."
One of the taller man's hands constricted around the supple flesh of Danny's bottom in disbelief.
"Danny … are you sure?"
"Y-yeah." Danny licked his lips, the action and the slurpy sound going straight to Flack's cock. "I'm clean, haven't been with anybody but you." He gave Flack a meaningful glance.
Flack swallowed visibly. "I haven't been with anybody else but you either."
The shorter man on his hands and knees licked at his lips again. "No condom, Don … I wanna feel ya, want nothin' 'tween us tonight."
An elated grin slowly but surely lit up Flack's whole visage. "You got it, babe."
Danny sucked in a sudden, shuddering breath. "So … ya better get inside me now … or I'm gonna go get one a' my dildos and make ya watch me havin' all the fun!"
In spite of the extreme sexual exhilaration, Flack had to laugh out loud at Danny's taunt. Damn, how he loved this man. The image of Danny squirming on the cushions, pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of his body was a rather appealing one, but he much preferred Danny's former suggestion.
Without a second thought, Flack opened up the tube of lubricant and slathered a whole lot of the stuff all over his erection, inhaling sharply at the chill of the substance on his searing skin. He had to put on a lot, just to make sure he wouldn't accidentally hurt Danny.
"I'm gonna put my fingers inside you now, 'kay? I'll try and warm up the lube best I can."
Danny didn't reply. His arms and legs were visibly quaking, and Flack couldn't see the guy's facial expression since Danny had lowered his head out of sight.
Flack squeezed out more lubricant onto his hands, blowing on it until it was somewhat warm from his breath.
"Any time now … would be good," Danny mumbled.
Flack grinned. "Don't make me spank you, Messer."
He heard Danny snicker softly.
Flack positioned himself behind Danny, between the man's legs. He felt Danny jolt hard as he carefully pushed one lubed forefinger inside him. Fuck, Danny was tight. Flack pushed his finger in deeper, twisted it around. Was it possible for a guy to tighten so much within a week? Or was Danny just tense from all the stimulation?
The homicide detective added another finger, listening to the noises Danny was making. No pained grunts or groans, just a whole lot of intense moaning and whimpers. And even more sinuous body contortions. Oh, yeah.
Flack pushed into a third finger. This time, it was a little bit difficult. Danny really had become tighter since they last made love. The idea made Flack's anticipation shoot up.
The shorter detective had dropped onto his elbows, burying his face in the cushions below him. His new pose was such that his bottom now thrust out more than ever into the air, directly at Flack's face.
Flack turned his fingers within the contracting channel, seeking that special spot that never failed to make Danny -
"Ohhh! Oh, oh fuck, right there!"
Flack grinned broadly.
Bingo.
He deliberately pressed against the gland and the surrounding flesh, stroking hard with his fingers. However he was doing it, it was working exceptionally well, if Danny's piercing moans and cries were anything to judge by.
"Don, please, oh shit, please, do it now!" Danny shoved his hips back fiercely. "Do it nownownownownownow -"
Flack drank in the vision of a naked, sweaty, hot Danny spread legged before him, glancing back at him with a flushed face, half-lidded eyes and parted, wet lips. Drank in the undeniable yearning he saw in those blue eyes so much like his own, the irrefutable love that was there.
For him.
Flack reared up. Smeared what lubricant was left in the crease between Danny's round buttocks. Gripped Danny's hip with a sure hand.
Lined his hard cock with the little pucker that gave him entry into his lover.
"Oh, yeah," Flack whispered.
The head of his erection disappeared inside Danny's body.
In two more spaced out thrusts, he was fully buried inside the CSI.
Flack scrunched his eyes shut, mouth falling open in a silent groan. Oh, man, being inside Danny once more felt incredible. Like he was finally where he truly belonged. A perfect fit.
Danny's reaction was ardent and immediate.
"Ahhaaahhh … AAAHHHH! OhGodohGod -"
Danny was convulsing, his head thrown back in an arc, eyes closed tight. A throaty scream ripped from his throat. He collapsed onto his chest, unable to hold himself up.
Something wet spattered onto the cushions beneath the shorter detective's writhing body.
Flack groaned at the enormous pressure around his cock. The muscles within Danny was tightening around him in an almost painful way. It nearly hurt, but it also felt so fucking good. It was all he could do to not explode at that precise point in time.
When he was able to, he reached a hand under his lover to take Danny's erection in his hand. It was dripping and only half-hard.
It took Flack a minute or two to figure out Danny had already come.
From a single thrust.
In the aftermath of his orgasm, Danny lay sprawled face down on the cushions, his lower body still upright solely due to Flack buried deep inside him and Flack gripping his hip. He was panting roughly. His fingers clawed into the cushions on both sides of his head.
"Dan, you okay? Talk to me, buddy."
Flack plastered himself along Danny's damp back, placing kisses across the span of Danny's heaving shoulders, putting his lips close to Danny's ear.
"You okay, babe? Was I too rough with ya?"
Danny seemed to not have heard him.
Flack caressed Danny's arms, intertwining their fingers together. Now, they were connected from head to toe, inside and out.
His lover eventually lifted his head, revolving it sideways to peer at Flack with exultant eyes.
"I'm okay … that was just …" Danny cast one of his impish, fanged grins on Flack. "That was abso-fucking-lutely amazin'."
Flack made a very pleased sound. He planted some more kisses on Danny's shoulder, then on the bandages around Danny's neck.
"And just one thrust too."
Flack smirked in amusement at the blush saturating the other man's attractive face.
"Shaddup. It's been a while, 'kay?"
The homicide detective laughed wholeheartedly. Boy, did he know that.
"I can go a few more rounds," Danny whispered, corkscrewing his hips and constricting his inner muscles. "The big question is … can you?"
Flack's fingers dug into Danny's hip. It was possible there were going to be light bruises there by tomorrow.
"You're treadin' on dangerous grounds there, Messer," Flack said gutturally, after his shudders of pleasure had abated. He made certain Danny saw his huge smile. .
Danny's tongue darted out. " … I'm hard again. I don't think once is gonna cut it tonight." He let out an unsteady chuckle.
Flack wrapped his hand around Danny's cock. Sure enough, it was erect like the CSI said, hot and stiff like an iron brand.
The overwhelming need to see Danny's face suddenly hit him like a million tons of bricks.
"Turn 'round, babe. I wanna see yer face."
Wordlessly, Danny twisted onto his side, and then, with Flack's help, deftly rolled over onto his back while Flack maneuvered his legs until the taller detective was propping up his legs in the air. Flack loomed over Danny, hooking Danny's knees over the middle of his arms and elbows, spreading the shorter man's legs wider apart than before.
Throughout the short change of positions, Flack remained buried inside Danny.
And the shift affected Danny more than he had presumed.
"Mmmmm … so fuckin' deep …" Danny stared up at Flack with glossy eyes, sinking pearly teeth into the meaty part below the thumb of one of his hands.
Danny's renewed erection was leaking more pre-come onto his rippled abdomen.
Flack fixed his hands flat on the cushions on either side of Danny's chest, pushing Danny's legs supported on his arms even higher up and above their owner. Apparently, the CSI approved of the move, because a sharp moan filled the living room, followed by a series of panting breaths and the flickering of eyelids.
Flack ground his hips hard against Danny, feeling the smooth, hot skin of Danny's buttocks on his thighs.
Danny moaned loudly a second time.
"Danny. Babe."
Danny peeled his eyes open to slits.
"Once I start movin' … I don't think I can hold myself back anymore," Flack rasped.
He felt two hands cup his face.
"Don't hold back." Danny smiled up at him. "Fuck me till I scream my lungs out." The smile transformed into a roguish grin.
Flack grinned in return.
He carefully pulled out, until only the head of his cock stayed inside.
Danny whimpered.
He thrust back in, one long, gliding move into the slick, tight channel.
Danny's eyes snapped wide open, and he shouted at the top of his voice, his hands grappling wildly at Flack's neck and shoulders.
Flack withdrew. Then rammed back inside.
In. Out. In. And out again.
Danny was tossing his head on the cushion from side to side, engulfed by the sensations of Flack driving in and out of his body at breakneck pace.
"Oh God … mmm, ahhaaahhh … uhh, you're so fuckin' good …" The shorter man released another husky yell at a particularly deep thrust, throwing his head back. "You're so good, Don …"
After a few more rapid thrusts, Flack fell back on his knees and feet, yanking Danny closer to him by the hips. He shifted Danny's legs onto his shoulders, and then leaned forward so that he could kiss Danny and still push himself inside his lover over and over. He swallowed Danny's cry, running his fingers through Danny's damp hair, pistoning his hips.
He was already close, very close. He had to keep the torrent of pleasure at bay, had to make Danny orgasm as many times as he could -
Flack switched their positions again, virtually bending Danny double. He pulled out completely, then rammed back in to the root, corkscrewing his hips hard. He lunged downwards to kiss the other man, nibbling on Danny's ear when Danny involuntarily tossed his head sideways at another deep thrust.
The shorter man had flung his arms up over his head, throwing the wiry muscles of his torso and arms into stark relief. His head was angled away from Flack, his mouth open wide, his eyelids fluttering.
"Uuhhh! Oh, I'm comin', I'm co-"
Danny's entire body and limbs quaked from the immeasurable surfeit of pleasure coursing through him. White seed spurted from his jerking, hard cock. It splattered his chest and belly. No sound emitted from between his parted lips, except a tiny sob.
Flack was enthralled into immobility by the sight of Danny's powerful orgasm. Part of his brain was already filing it as the Ultimate Wonder of the Universe. He never realized how awe-inspiring Danny appeared in the throes of extreme pleasure. It was mesmerizing. Like watching a force of nature at its peak.
"Whoa, babe."
He stroked Danny's warm cheek, smiling tenderly when his lover opened his eyes and returned the smile.
"I'm not done in yet," Danny whispered with a small smirk. He tentatively shifted his hips, then deliberately constricted the muscles around Flack's erection still within him. "Come on. Ride me hard and put me away wet."
Flack's remnants of control splintered into innumerable pieces.
He leaned his forehead against Danny's, and immediately began slamming his hips back and forth, putting all his strength behind every thrust. He squeezed his eyes close, panting roughly at the exertion. Once in a while, he would groan audibly or mold his lips against Danny's for more kisses.
Danny showed his appreciation with high-pitched whimpers that accompanied each thrust, and moans that echoed in the apartment unless Flack had his mouth over his.
The homicide detective felt Danny frantically wrap his arms around his shoulders. Felt Danny's fingers dig into his skin. Felt the mounting tension, the imminent signal of yet another orgasm, in the man's thrashing body for the third time that night.
"Oh, fuck, Dan … Danny …"
Danny was screaming his name.
His thrusts became inconsistent, going fast and shallow, then slow and deep.
His arms were trembling violently. Sweat was rolling into his eyes, stinging them.
He couldn't contain it anymore, he couldn't -
"I love you."
Flack's eyes opened wide. He stared into Danny's large blue ones, drowning in the fathomless oceans of the man's soul.
Danny smiled softly, touching his face.
"I love you so much."
Flack's orgasm rendered him motionless, going rigid in insurmountable bliss. Somewhere far away, he heard a man bellow. He felt the waves of pleasure wash over him again and again, rushing from his groin outwards like a neverending tsunami. And, more than anything else, he heard Danny murmur those magnificent words once more into his ear in that husky, sweet voice.
Millenias passed before Flack became fully aware of his surroundings, or where he was. The first thing his mind informed him was that he was lying flat out on top of Danny, between the CSI's legs, still inside the man, with his face smooshed into a cushion next to Danny's head. The next thing his mind informed him was Danny was clinging onto him like a boa snake, arms and legs enveloped around his shoulders and waist in a vice-like grip.
And Danny was murmuring something repeatedly, in a sorrowful, choked-up voice.
"Don't leave me … please don't leave me …"
Danny's arms and legs tightened agonizingly the moment Flack attempted to even get onto his elbows and lift himself off the man.
"Dan, sshh, it's okay … I'm here, see?"
Flack tried again, but Danny simply did the same thing, begging Flack not to leave in that heart-wrenching tone. The taller man knew when to back down.
"It's okay, it's okay …"
He laid back down, letting Danny stroke his hair and kiss his cheek and neck and shoulder. He, in turn, nuzzled his face against his lover's, whispering reassurances and sweet nothings. He didn't blame Danny for freaking out like he was. In fact, he was pretty close to doing it himself. He half felt like embracing Danny in a squashing hold and never let him go, and half felt like weeping openly in Danny's arms. Mostly, he felt like he was on top of the freaking galaxy, with the strength to hop from one planet to another, and dance on the stars while singing with all his heart.
A half hour passed. At least, to Flack it somewhat felt like a half hour. He wouldn't know until he checked with the clock. But that wasn't important.
What was important was that Danny had calmed down, and was merely hugging him, rather than wringing all the life out of him.
The lanky detective risked shifting his upper body upwards. There was an instant's hesitation where Danny's arms and legs stiffened. Then, those lean limbs slipped down to the sides, freeing Flack.
He planted a firm kiss on Danny's cheek.
He slowly got up, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Feelin' better?" Flack asked with warm eyes.
Danny seemed suddenly ashamed and afraid of making eye contact with him. The CSI was looking away, staring at something in the distance, lower lip chewed. His brown hair was all tousled. The bandages around his neck stood out against his tan skin.
"Hey." Flack gently nudged Danny's chin to encourage the man to look at him. "We ain't goin' anywhere, babe."
Danny gazed at him silently, blue eyes wide and boyish and stunning in the illumination of the ambient lighting. Gradually, a tiny smile curled up the ends of Danny's lips.
The homicide detective made a satisfied sound, continuing to rub his thumb across Danny's chin and lower jaw.
Another five minutes went by in a comfortable hush.
Then, Flack said, "What did ya mean by me bein' just like 'all the rest'?"
Intimately joined as they were, Flack instantaneously felt Danny going taut. He quickly wound his fingers into Danny's short hair, ensuring Danny wouldn't be able to look away.
"Tell me 'bout the rest, Danny. Tell me 'bout them so I can go beat the livin' shit outta them for makin' ya cry."
His statement worked exactly as he thought it would.
Danny cackled placidly, loosening up little by little.
"S'nothin', really -"
"It's somethin' to me if they hurt the one I love."
Danny seemed hesitant to speak about his past relationships. However, he was smiling softly in light of Flack's zealous assertion.
"I didn't mean what I said, Don. Really. S'was somethin' stupid I said in anger." Danny quietened for a minute. "Okay … the first time it happened, I didn't think much 'bout it. I just assumed all the sex was a sign things were goin' good, but I was dead wrong. The second time, I didn't think much 'bout it either 'cause it was a guy instead of a woman, but … after it kept happenin', I started to believe it was a surefire sign whatever relationship I was havin' was goin' down the drain." He shrugged one shoulder.
"You mean … when you and yer partner at the time start havin' lots and lots of sex, you assume it means your relationship's failed?" Flack frowned in bemusement.
"Somethin' like that. It always turned out to be that way, so, yeah … I kinda used it as a pretty reliable warnin' for all my relationships."
"Even ours," Flack growled.
Danny, unable to move his head, glanced sideways instead to avoid gazing into Flack's eyes. " … yeah."
The taller man sighed. "This is the real reason ya slapped the one week of no sex on me, isn't it?"
Danny glanced back at him. "Yeah."
Flack sighed again, then smiled sideways, shaking his head. "Talkin', Danny. It's a really simple concept, ya know. All ya gotta do, is open yer mouth and -"
He chuckled as Danny smacked him hard on the shoulder. After a while, he said, "If you're expectin' me to bail out on ya after we have tons of sex, you're gonna have a big problem."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Our relationship can't fail … if I don't ever plan to leave ya, right?"
Danny swallowed visibly, gave him a wobbly albeit contented smile. "No, it can't."
"So there we go. Problem solved." Flack made a face. "See? Wasn't that easy? And aaaall I had to do, was open my mouth and -"
The rest of his sentence was smothered by Danny's lips as the CSI drew his head down for another deep kiss. Flack closed his eyes and let the other man dominate the kiss, reveling in Danny suckling and nibbling lightly on his parted lips. He ran his hands up and down the shorter man's flanks, nudging his hips forward and trying to move deeper inside his lover's body than he already was.
And against all the odds … he was fully hard again.
"Oh, man," Danny murmured in wonder. He rolled his hips upwards, rubbing his nether region against Flack's groin and his flaccid cock against the taller man's muscled abdomen.
They both released low groans.
The homicide detective squeezed one side of Danny's ample buttocks.
"Hey, you already came three times in a row," Flack said with one raised eyebrow.
"I did?" Danny puckered his lips. "Huh. I didn't know men could do that. Thought it was a purely female thing."
Flack grinned wickedly.
"If ya say one word 'bout me bein' a woman for bottomin', I'm gonna kick yer ass so hard!"
Flack sniggered in good humor. "You are no woman, Danno, that's for sure. And I wouldn't want you any other way."
"Good answer."
They laughed quietly together, Flack lying back down on Danny while Danny ruffled his hair and nuzzled his face. Flack's erection was all for another round of sex, but he was too exhausted himself to even twitch a muscle, much less go for some more hip pumping action.
"I don't wanna sleep on the floor," Flack said into Danny's ear. "I gotta pull out."
"No." Danny hastily clamped his arms and legs around the taller detective's shoulders and waist once more. This time, he even tightened his inner muscles in an endeavor to keep Flack inside him.
"Dan …" Flack groaned, crushing Danny to him with arms around the man's waist.
"Carry me."
"What?!"
Danny laughed. "C'mon, carry me! Always braggin' 'bout how strong ya are, now it's time to prove yer claims!"
Flack growled low in his throat. Ohh, so the little brat thought he was a weakling, eh? Well, he'll prove the guy wrong, alright!
"Hold on tight."
Danny wrapped his arms even tighter around Flack's shoulders, and Flack hooked his arms beneath the CSI's knees. The taller detective moved onto his knees.
"I'm gonna sit up now," Flack said.
He pushed himself upright with his hands, Danny coming up with him. Now Danny was seated on his lap, with his bent legs spread on either side of Flack's arms. The shorter detective was breathing hoarsely into his ear.
Flack grasped Danny's bottom with his hands and made a tentative attempt to rise to his feet. He grinned when a shudder shook Danny's nude body.
"Deep, huh?" Flack readjusted his grip on his lover, then added, "Okay, hold on to me."
With a grunt, he stood up, bearing Danny's full weight on his arms and body. He tilted back a little to sustain his balance, making a face of mild surprise when he remained on his feet, hardly feeling the brunt of Danny's weight. Huh. Either Danny got slimmer, or he got tougher.
"Ohh, that feels good," Danny rasped.
Flack headed for the bedroom, which was thankfully nearby.
"Yeah, I'm Superman," Flack said with a wide smirk. He kissed Danny on the lips, so certain of his surroundings he didn't bother to see where he was going.
"We gotta try this position in the mornin'." Danny kissed him again. "Mmm."
"Horny bastard." Flack sent the man a happy grin.
"Takes one to know one." Danny stuck his tongue out.
Flack was still laughing as they fell together onto Danny's unmade bed. He partially slid out, and Danny swiftly used lean legs on his buttocks to push him inside again.
"I'm gonna slip out when we fall asleep, ya know." Flack held Danny with one arm around the CSI's waist, then agilely rolled onto his back with Danny lying on top of him.
"S'okay," Danny murmured. He sat up, supporting himself with hands on Flack's stomach. "Doesn't matter. S'long as we're together as long as possible." He reached behind him to grab his rumpled blanket. Spread it over Flack's feet and yanked the rest of it onto his shoulders.
Flack opened his arms for Danny to settle himself on his chest and shoulder. Danny's facial hair tickled his neck.
"That's gonna be a long time, ya can count on that."
Flack felt Danny smile.
The homicide detective inhaled deeply. He drew circles on Danny's lower back above the blanket, undulating his hips once in a while to keep his erection hard and slide in and out of the other man's hot body. Danny would moan softly, clutching his free hand and entwining their fingers together.
Flack gave the limp man a gentle peck on the forehead. Stared up at the ceiling with heavy-lidded eyes, at the neon, glow-in-the-dark constellations he had pasted there for Danny's birthday last year.
Hey. Wait a minute.
He frowned slightly.
"Dan?"
"Hmmm?" Danny sounded like he was nearly fast asleep.
"Did you stick some more stars on the ceiling?"
"Uh hmm. Not stars." Danny nestled his face into Flack's neck. "Sun."
Flack studied the latest addition to the mini-constellations on the ceiling. As expected, the glow-in-the-dark stickers were indeed arranged in the symbolic round shape of a sun, wavy rays encircling it too. But, wait. There were more stickers within the sun.
Flack's eyes narrowed in concentration.
They were arranged into … letters.
He stopped breathing as comprehension dawned on him.
DF.
They were his initials.
And they were inside the sun, in the center of all the constellations.
The center of the universe.
Danny considered Flack to be the center of his universe.
Wow.
There was a warm wetness behind Flack's eyes. His throat was suddenly feeling clogged. He swallowed, unable to say a word. He kissed Danny a few more times on the man's forehead, stroking Danny's hair. The near unconscious man let out an inaudible moan, tightening his embrace around Flack's torso, sliding their legs together.
Flack stared at the miniature universe on Danny's bedroom ceiling for some time.
Out of the blue, the most marvelous question popped up in his head.
And he had to know the answer.
"Danny?"
He felt Danny's eyelashes fluttering against the skin of his neck.
"Hnnn?"
Flack bit his lower lip, then grinned from ear to ear.
"Ya don't happen to have a cheerleader's outfit and pom-poms ... do ya?"