January 23, 2008

'Oh God,' Danny thought, 'Don's had sugar. And lots of it by the looks of things.'

Danny had just gotten home from work; he'd wanted to finish his report before he left. Don was dancing around the living room in a t-shirt and boxers using a broom as a fake guitar singing along to "King of Rock and Roll". He held in a laugh when Don jumped onto the couch and faced him.

"I'm gonna give you what you want!" Don sang, smiling at Danny the whole time. Mac was lucky he was still working. The older man had gotten called out an hour before Danny'd left.

"You really wanna give me what I want you'll turn that down and tell me who made the mistake of giving you sugar!" Danny yelled over the music.

Don walked over to the stereo and shut it and Danny's iPod off.

"Mom came over and she brought chocolate chip cookies," Don answered.

"And how many of them did you have?"

"Only seven."

" 'Only,' he says," Danny grumbled, more to himself than his lover.

Don just continued to smile like he was innocent even though Danny knew better.

"Don, I know we don't let you have sweets that often, but there is a reason why. You on a sugar high is a scary thing," Danny told the younger man.

"I'm not scary!" Don protested.

"I didn't say you were scary, I said your behavior when you're hyper is scary."

Don pouted at him, and Danny resisted the urge to go hug him. He had to make Don realize that sugar wasn't good for him.

"Alright, how about this? You promise you won't have more than two cookies in a day until the cookies are gone, and I won't tell Mac you were jumping on the couch."

"Deal," Don immediately agreed. Mac mad at him was not a pleasant thought.

Don left to put the rest of the cookies and the broom away, and Danny flopped down on the couch. He was tired, and having to deal with a hyper Don? Well, he knew he'd be sleeping well that night.

Danny hadn't realized that he'd dozed off until the sound of the door opening woke him. He briefly wondered what Don had been up to the whole time when he realized the detective was sitting next to him watching Stardust.

Danny got up, only now remembering that it was his night to cook. He thought about what he wanted to make as he greeted his older lover with a kiss.

"How'd your case go?" he asked.

"Not bad, we won't really know much until the test results come back tomorrow."

"What sounds good for dinner?" They'd had Greek the night before, courtesy of Don's extensive knowledge of delivery places.

"Something easy. Do we have all the ingredients for chili?"

"And cornbread mix, I think."

With that, Danny headed into the kitchen to start cooking.

Dinner was a surprisingly quiet affair. Don was crashing from his earlier sugar high, and both Mac and Danny were tired from a long day. After they were done, Don headed into the kitchen to do the dishes.

"I think I'm gonna turn in," Danny said through a yawn. He didn't know why he was so exhausted, he just was.

After Danny left for bed Mac got up to help Don with the dishes. He could tell Don was tired, and being the insomniac that he was, knew he'd be awhile before he went to bed anyway.

"I got the rest of these, go to bed before you drop something," he told the nearly dozing man.

Don didn't answer; he simply headed toward the bedroom, stripping as he went. He knew Mac would pick up before he went to bed.

The apartment was quiet, just how Mac wanted it. As much as he would've loved to crawl into bed with his lovers, he had reports to sign.

It was past midnight when Mac finally got to bed, but the sight that greeted him made it all worth it. Danny, Mr. I-Don't-Cuddle, was using Don as a combination teddy bear/pillow. Don was acting the part of an octopus, more than returning the favor.

Mac smiled at his lovers, stripping himself and crawling in next to them. He lay against Danny's back, throwing an arm over both the younger men. Before he knew it, he was asleep.