To DD or Not to DD
Fandom: CSI:NY
Author: Kimmychu
Rating: FRAO (Yep, it's gone up for this chapter)
Pairing: Danny/Flack, Danny/Mac
Content Warning: Cracktasticness, odd body changes, language. Did I mention cracktasticness?
Spoilers: Set after 'Necrophilia Americana', so spoilers for any episode previous to that
Summary: After a freak laboratory accident at CSI headquarters, Danny is cursed (or blessed, depending on how you see things) with very unusual ... add-ons. Inspired by a forum comment: "Danny is the show's DD breasts."
Disclaimer: Nope, none of the characters belong to me. What a shame. I would treat them oh so well. They have no idea what they're missing.
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Author's Notes: I'm quite red in the face right now. The following is the first porny scene I've ever written in my life. I won't blame you for laughing, honestly. Sorry for the late update too … the, uh, DannyFlack scene was kinda daunting to write at first. By the way, if you're interested in seeing some fanart for the story, feel free to go to the link in my Profile page that leads to the hompage.
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Chapter 24
The romance books always got it wrong. When they churned out descriptions like wet and juicy and tasty like strawberries, Flack reckoned he could smell the bullcrap in them from a mile away.
They were usually wrong. But not all the time.
Danny's lips were so much more succulent than strawberries or honey or chocolate. And they were far sweeter than any pair of lips Flack had ever kissed, even more than his very first crush whom he smooched at the green age of seven. Under the peppermint scent from his toothpaste, Flack could taste something else that was uniquely Danny, something almost spicy and yet sugary. He couldn't get enough of it.
Flack's lips parted wide, tempting Danny to do the same. Their lips still sealed, they devoured as much as they could of each other, writhing with a desperate flurry that made them gracefully fall into a lying position on the sofa. Flack was swift enough to use his elbows to support himself so he didn't fall on Danny with all his weight. He hadn't forgotten how he accidentally hurt his friend the last time that happened. This was no time to be causing pain, just pleasure.
Danny was making high-pitched, muted sounds that instantaneously made Flack harder than a rock. The CSI was also vigorously grinding his hips and groin into Flack's, the noises emitting from his throat becoming more sharp every time their cocks rubbed hard against each other. Fuck, he never knew just one of Danny's whimpers could already turn him on so bad. Danny roughly entwined his fingers into Flack's hair, keeping Flack's head still as he thrust his tongue deep in Flack's mouth. His mouth full and occupied as it was, Flack nearly smiled at Danny's aggressive actions. It seemed Danny's Italian blood was boiling in full heat now.
Well, Flack had a whole lotta Italian in him too.
"Babe, babe, slow down."
Danny's movements were becoming almost violent. Danny was continuously thrusting his groin into his, and had folded his legs around Flack's hips. His blue eyes were screwed shut in desperation; the smaller man looked very young without his spectacles. Danny was biting his lower lip, but it didn't stop his moans from escaping. Flack got onto his knees and gripped Danny's hands, which were around his neck, with his own.
"Danny, slow down."
When Danny couldn't stop, Flack lay back down between the other man's legs, letting the full weight of his lower body bear down on Danny's. Danny cried out at being no longer able to move and at the intense friction over his groin as Flack sinuously moved his body up and down, keeping pressure there. Danny's eyes flickered wide open, staring up at Flack in a drugged daze. Flack grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Hell yeah, he was the one who put that look there. Flack shifted his hands down to Danny's wrists and forcibly yanked Danny's arms upwards over his head. Danny gasped loudly.
"Hey, we don't hafta rush, 'kay?" Flack gently kissed him, then nibbled on Danny's full, lower lip. "Take it slow, wanna draw out our first time." Danny's body twitched in reaction. Danny closed his eyes and moaned.
Flack drew up, gazing down feverishly at the sight below him. With his arms stretched up like that, Danny's back was arched upwards, pushing out the large, soft breasts right at Flack's face. Even with the black tank top there, Flack could clearly see the nipples jutting through the fabric. Flack's eyes widened.
Danny wasn't wearing anything underneath the tank top.
"Danny. C'mon, look at me." Leaving one hand to maintain his hold on Danny's wrists, Flack used the other to tenderly brush the luxuriant hair away from Danny's face. Danny's visage was crimson red; Flack could feel the warmth coming off his cheeks before he even stroked them. After a few moments, Danny's eyes slowly opened again. They were filled with burning desire, and just as much anxiety. Flack nuzzled his face against his friend's like a cat, leaving kisses and nibbles intermittently all over Danny's until his friend relaxed.
Flack touched his forehead with Danny's.
"Will you let me …" Flack's question trailed off. His large hand sliding up towards one of the DD-sized breasts finished the rest of the question. Danny was trembling, but he licked his lips once, then replied with a passionate kiss. Flack's hands began to tremble as well.
Flack's right hand tentatively touched the left breast. His fingers tightened over the mound.
Danny's piercing groan made him let go immediately.
"I'm sorry!" Flack winced. "Did I hurt you?" Flack lightly ran his hand up and down Danny's taut side.
Danny blinked a few times. Flack thought the romance books had a point about eyes; he could really drown and spend eternity floating in Danny's blue, oceanic ones.
"N-no, it didn't hurt." Danny blinked again. His blush darkened. "They're just … s-sensitive."
Flack began to smile. "Sensitive in the good way, huh?"
Danny's swollen lips curved up in a small, shy smile. Flack's smile broadened.
"Oh yeeeah."
Without warning, Flack's head dipped. His yawning mouth sucked in as much of the nearest breast as it could over the black tank top. His tongue flicked over the tip of the nipple, and he felt it harden even through the barrier of the cloth.
Danny's harsh cries, interspersed with weak curses, echoed in the silent living room, apart from the suctioning noises of Flack's mouth. A powerful shudder incessantly shook Danny's entire body while Flack suckled on the breast, massaging the other. Flack had already freed Danny's wrists and was trailing the other hand down to Danny's track pants. Danny was so overwhelmed by the incredible sensations it was all he could do to toss his head from side to side on the sofa, holding Flack's head to his chest in an unyielding grip.
"Aahh … aaaaahhh! Ahh, fuck, aahhhh! AAHHH!"
Flack deliberately sucked harder just to hear Danny's moans go higher. Flack wanted so badly to record the hot noises Danny was making without even knowing it. He felt like he could come just from listening to them. Flack slithered his hand under the waistband of Danny's trousers, feeling the coarse pubic hair brushing his fingers as he pushed down the track pants to Danny's thighs.
Oh hell, Danny wasn't wearing any underwear either.
Flack gave the breast in front of his face a final, long lick, then lifted his head to gaze downwards at Danny's exposed groin. Danny was so hard his cock curved upwards towards his flat belly the second the constriction of his pants was removed. It leaked pre-come from its mushroom tip, glistening in the glare of the afternoon light. It was a beautiful appendage; smooth, thick and deep pink in color. Flack's tongue traced his lower lip.
Flack stroked a hand across the underside, eliciting a moan and an involuntary shove of hips from Danny. Danny's hips instinctively thrust upwards again when Flack grasped it in his hand, slickly moving his hand up and down and flicking his thumb over the sensitive head.
Danny bit the meaty part of his right hand, watching Flack with half-lidded, glossy eyes. His face was flushed, his thighs quivering. His track pants had slipped down past his knees to his ankles and bound his feet together, so Flack had a very salacious view of Danny reclined on the sofa with his knees spread wide apart in a diamond shape. Flack tugged off the trousers and resettled himself between Danny's legs, keeping the other man's legs opened out as they were.
"Uuhh, harder … please, Don." Danny rolled his hips as much as he could in his position, but got nowhere with Flack's hands pushing his thighs apart.
Flack's face broke into a ferocious grin. He'd just discovered a new kink.
Hearing Danny beg.
Flack ran his palms over Danny's inner thighs, savoring the firmness of the muscles beneath his hands. Flack swatted Danny's hands away from his groin when Danny tried to touch his own aching cock. He chuckled low in his throat at the obvious frustration twisting Danny's visage.
"Fuck, DON, lemme move!"
Danny suddenly surged up to an upright pose and flung himself on top of Flack, driving a loud grunt out of the homicide detective. Danny mimicked Flack's actions, pinning Flack's arms above his head. Flack laughed. Oh wow, he could so get used to doing this with Danny all day.
Danny flashed his notorious smirk. "My turn." The tip of his pink tongue flitted out of the corner of his mouth for a moment.
Flack laughed again, grinding his groin into Danny's. Danny threw his head back in a high moan, back arching. Flack's cock jerked in his pants at the lascivious sight. Danny was beautiful when he was in the uncontrollable throes of sexual passion. Flack pulled Danny down onto his chest, possessing his lips for yet another breath-stealing kiss. It was Flack's turn to shudder powerfully as Danny lithely corkscrewed his hips into his, causing lightning-fast pleasure to streak from his sheathed cock throughout his body.
Okay. That was it. Danny wanted it harder, he got it.
Flack unzipped his trousers and quickly pushed it and his boxers down to his thighs. Danny gasped audibly into their kiss after the next corkscrew of his hips, and bent his head downwards to stare at Flack's uncovered cock.
"Oh fuck, you're a fuckin' MONSTER."
Flack snickered at Danny's awed and not a little frightened comment. He stroked Danny's cheek and got Danny to look at him in the eye. Flack nipped at the tip of Danny's nose.
"Heh, they don't call it the Jackhammer for nothin', ya know." Flack sniggered some more at his friend's flabbergasted expression.
"Jackhammer?" Danny giggled and dropped his head beside Flack's, his laugh mixed with soft groans while their throbbing erections rubbed against each other.
Flack's hands caressed the entire length of Danny's torso until they reached the round, solid globes of the CSI's bottom. He squeezed them hard, taking control of the momentum of things once more.
"Fuck yeah, just imagine how it's gonna feel when it's inside ya." Holding Danny still, he thrust his hips fiercely, biting back a moan himself as their stiff cocks were squashed together between their flat stomachs. That felt good.
"Imagine it stretchin' ya until you feel like you're goin' to burst, imagine it so deep inside ya, you can't breathe and all you can do is pant and moan and scream and take it and take it and TAKE IT…"
Flack punctuated every point with a thrust, keeping Danny immobile with his hands and nibbling at Danny's earlobe. Danny's unrelenting moans started again, his panting loud and nerve-tingling in his ear. Danny's hand scrabbled at his upper arms, frenziedly seeking a handhold to anchor him in the intensifying whirlpool of sensations. Flack released his grip on his friend's buttocks and used his arms to lift Danny's upper body until those voluptuous breasts hung before his face.
Before Danny could respond, Flack wrenched the black tank top up to Danny's collarbones and enveloped one breast into his mouth, groaning at the taste of Danny's warm skin on his tongue. The smaller man's unique flavor was even stronger there.
Danny's whole body convulsed. His eyes snapped shut and his mouth opened in a soundless scream of ecstasy.
A hot wetness spread between their bellies, smoothing out Flack's increasingly rapid thrusts. Flack thought it was ironic that, in his moment of orgasm, Danny would be utterly silent. One more shove of his hips, and Flack came as well, crying out while mega starbursts erupted behind his eyelids and extreme bliss coursed through his quaking body.
Flack indistinctly felt Danny crumple on him, his face buried in the flesh between Flack's neck and shoulder. Their rough pants were synchronized, as was their movements towards each other's faces to mold each other's lips in delicate, calm kisses.
"Fuck."
Flack chuckled weakly. "Later. Superman needs to recharge."
Lying on top of Flack's rising chest, Danny managed a feeble cackle. The smaller man leisurely unbuttoned Flack's shirt so he could lie skin-to-skin on top of his lover. They lay on the sofa catching their breaths for a couple of minutes, Flack cuddling Danny in his arms and their supple legs intertwined.
"I've never come so hard in my life. Thought my brain exploded."
Flack smirked, running his hand through Danny's thick hair. "Yeah, that was really somethin', eh, Messer?"
Danny shifted onto his elbows, heedless of the stickiness between their bodies. He smiled fondly at the taller man under him. "Yeah. I've fucked around a lot. But I've never been loved like that, ever."
Flack didn't comprehend why, but Danny's warmhearted confession brought stinging tears to his eyes. He crushed Danny close to him, kissing him tenderly on his temple. They continued to rest for another ten minutes or so.
Then Flack's stomach emitted a low rumble.
In the silence, it sounded like a volcano was about to go off.
Danny and Flack concurrently look at each other, then down at Flack's tummy, then back up again.
"Whoops."
Danny chuckled, pecking Flack on the lips. "C'mon, hungry boy, let's go eat." Danny sat up, stretching out his rumpled tank top to pout at the damp stains on it.
Flack mentally berated his cock for hungering more action already at the vision of Danny sitting on the sofa with nothing on but a disheveled black tank top that hardly covered the DD-sized breasts on his chest. Flack decided this sunlit scene was now officially his new top favorite sexual fantasy of all time. That is, until they did what he'd promised earlier on. Flack's mind nearly broke into gazillion pieces simply imagining the sounds Danny was going to make while he was deep inside his friend.
Wait. Make that, his best friend and lover.
They stood up. Flack wiped at his stomach with Danny's track pants and zipped up his trousers.
"I'm gonna change my shirt. And my pants." Danny mock glared at Flack, who merely blinked and looked innocent. "You go reheat the food."
Flack lent his arm as a brace when Danny's legs wobbled after getting to his feet. Flack snickered.
"Man, Danny, if that alone tired you out this much already, how are we gonna have our sex marathon without you passin' out on me after the first round?"
Danny blushed and punched Flack in the shoulder. "Go and get the food ready, dumbass." Ah, Flack might have believed Danny really meant the insult, if it wasn't for the smile that graced Danny's lips. Flack gleefully watched Danny saunter to the bedroom. Now that was one shapely bottom right there. Jennifer Lopez had nothing on it.
Flack chuckled all the way to the kitchen. He even began whistling some random song as he popped the crab dish into the oven. He couldn't stop grinning his head off.
Wow. So this was what it felt like to be truly happy.
Eight minutes passed.
The timer on the oven rang, and Flack went to shut off the oven.
That was weird. Danny hadn't come out of the bedroom.
Flack smirked. Oh hoh, perhaps that little fiend was planning to surprise him in there with some more horizontal loving. He cackled.
Okay, he was definitely cool with that.
"Daaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnny."
Flack walked straight into the bedroom, anticipating some kind of shock like the other guy leaping onto him from behind the door or something.
Flack got way more than he asked for.
For a minute, he assumed Danny was playing a prank on him by lying sprawled on his side in a fetal position on the floor, his back facing the door.
"Danny? Hey, c'mon, I'm hungry. We can play jokes on each other later."
Nothing.
Flack suddenly felt a massive, icy boulder sinking in his abdomen, the same one he felt weeks ago when the explosion occurred and Flack believed it was the last time he would ever see the man he loved.
He dashed to Danny's side, deftly drawing the shorter man close to him. A dreadful twinge twisted at his heart at Danny's pale and clammy skin, and his fast, shallow breathing. No, not again …
"Danny, wake up." Flack gently slapped at Danny's cheek. "C'mon, buddy, don't do this to me."
Danny moaned and stirred slightly, but stayed unconscious.
Flack pressed two fingers to the pulse in Danny's neck. He scowled. It was rapid and weak like Danny's breathing too.
Danny's blue eyes opened to slits.
"Thank God." Flack brushed the hair out of Danny's face. "Hey, buddy, are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?"
Danny tried to whisper something. His eyelids fluttered close. Flack jostled his shoulders in an attempt to awaken him again. It didn't work.
Flack's own breathing escalated. Flack recognized the signs of panic in himself. He had to call the one guy who could find out what was wrong with Danny safely and pronto. He laid Danny back down onto the floor, scuttling to the living room to grab his mobile phone. He ran back to the bedroom and snatched the thin blanket on the bed before going to Danny's side once more.
He pressed a number, placing the phone between his ear and shoulder, elevating Danny's head and shoulders onto his thighs. Flack then draped the blanket over his friend.
The person on the other side of the line picked up.
"HAWKES! I don't care what you're doin' right now, Danny's collapsed and he needs help! NOW!"
Flack didn't bother to listen to Hawkes' reply. The small phone plummeted from his loosening clutch onto the carpeted floor.
"Hey, Danny, I've called Hawkes, he's comin' to help you, don't die me, Hawkes is comin', okay? Hang in there, please, Danny, don't die."
He hugged Danny to his chest, nuzzling his face into Danny's dark brown hair.
If he lost Danny now, he'd be left with absolutely nothing. Everything that meant anything to him was right here in his arms.
Don Flack, Jr. had never been so fearful in his life.