Words given to me by mefeather were Silk, chocolate, fun
Danny rarely wears a tie. Usually, he just wears a nice dress shirt, covered by the jacket that goes with his suit or his lab coat. So, most of the time, Flack can handle Danny just fine. His managed to get his attraction to Danny under control enough to have a great working relationship. But on the off occasion that Danny would wear a tie (like the Policemen's Banquet, or when Stella's insisted they all go out for Mac's birthday to that overpriced restaurant), Flack had problems. Like today, for example. Flack was fine until he walked into the locker room to find Danny fidgeting with a very nice silk tie (which is a very nice shade of blue that matches Danny's eyes). And that just made his mind go to all sorts of dirty places, like a naked Danny on Flack's bed, hands bound by said tie to his headboard while Flack makes him whimper.
"Hey Flack, what's up?" Snaps Flack from his trancelike state and if Danny had noticed, he's chosen not to say anything.
"Uh, nothin"." Flack walks to his own locker and opens it, trying to find something to distracts his overly-imaginative mind. "Why're you dressed up?"
"Ah, got court today." Flack glances over to see Danny messing with his tie again, and Flack struggles to keep himself under control. Danny glances at his watch. "Actually, I better go. Stella'll skin me alive if I'm late. See ya, Flack." And Danny's out of the door, leaving Flack to his dirty thoughts.
By mid-afternoon, Flack's managed to calm down and not think anymore dirty thoughts. Danny should be back by now, and his tie should be gone because he's done with court. Flack walks into the break room and sees only Danny's back.
"Hey, Messer, how was--" Danny turns around and he's still wearing that tie. And he's eating chocolate. Danny. Silk tie. Chocolate. All of this seems to be too much for Flack's brain and it apparently short circuits because he's staring at Danny and can't get any words out. Hell, he can't think beyond "Danny+silk tie+chocolategood" and there's a tiny bit of chocolate on the corner of Danny's mouth. Flack wonders if Danny would be at all opposed in Flack licked it off.
"Hey, Flack, you ok?" Flack nods slowly, not looking away from that spot of chocolate he so desperately wants to taste. "What, I have somethin' on my face?" Danny licks the corner of his mouth and the bit of chocolate away and all Flack can think is 'Hey! That was mine!'
Flack shakes his head. "Uh, no, You're good."
Danny smirks and Flack wonders what he's thinking. "I know I'm good."
Flack blinks and Danny's smirk becomes a full-fledged, hungry grin. "So, Flack, what are you doing tonight?"
"Uh... nothin', why?"
"I was wonderin' if you wanted to have some... fun tonight." Emphasis on 'fun'.
"Uh, fun?" Flack berates himself. And curses Danny. It's all his fault, really.
"Yeah, fun. Y'know, amusement, entertainment... Pleasure." Danny's eyes flash behind his glasses and Flack gets it. He nods. "Good, meet me at my apartment after work. See you then, if I don't talk to you sooner." Danny walks away with a little wave and a knowing smirk.
Flack glances at his watch. 2 o'clock. That's about four hours until they can clock out. Gonna be a rough four hours. Flack smiles. Maybe he can use the time to come up with arguments about using Danny's tie in bed.