Author: Velvetine
Rating: T
Pairing: Danny/Flack
Content Warning: mild slash, mild swearing
Spoilers: none
Time Period: during relationship
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I'm working on buying CSI:NY lol
Work It
Don heard a loud panting coming from the sitting room. He clumsily rolled off the bed, overshooting the edge and landing with a thump on the floor. On any other day, Don would be turned on by now because the panting was getting louder and he could here heavy breathing, but after a triple shift that ended at four in the morning, all he wanted was some sleep.
A loud grunt came from the living room, complete with swearing. What the f is Messer doing in the other room? Don carefully got up off the floor using Danny's bedside table for support.
"Could you keep it down in there?" he bellowed, dragging himself into the bathroom to rinse his face.
"Don? You're awake?" came a slightly surprised reply. "Umm, don't worry...almost done" Danny panted heavily. "Aah shit!"
What IS he doin' at seven in the fin' mornin'? Don was getting slightly irritated as he patted his face dry. Well, he ain't beatin' off... he doesn't usually make that much noise. Matter of fact the only time Danny makes that kinda noise is during sex! The sleepiness clogging his mind and blurring his vision was instantaneously relaced by anger, jealousy and rage.
"Messer," he called, trying to control his anger, "who's in there with ya?"
There was a silence that felt too tense and long for Don's liking. He wondered if Danny was just thinking of something to say, thinking of an excuse.
"No one." came the curt reply.
Don awkwardly ran to the living room in his striped pyjama pants, just about ready to beat the living daylights out of anyone he found in the room.
"Oww...shit!" Don moaned, lying on his back on the floor. He had slipped and fallen for the second time this morning, this time hitting his head on the floor. Trust Messer to decorate his apartment with too many carpets!
"Where's the fire?" came a chuckling voice from above. Don opened his eyes to see a bare chested Danny looking down at him, standing on a...treadmill? The confusion must have been apparent because Danny explained, "It came yesterday, you musta been too tired to notice."
Slowly everything started to make sense to Don. The panting, swearing, moaning, Danny being 'almost done' and most of all, the amused smile lingering on the CSI's lips.
"I made a fool outta myself, didn't I?" Don asked, shaking his head, hoisting himslef onto the sofa and looking at a smug Danny.
"Yep."
"And you're never gonna let this go, are ya?"
"Not a chance."
La Fin
A/N: okay, so i kinda cheated...these were up on BC for a while and i just wanted to update the story, but for those who don't frequent BC it's spankin' new :D
yes, i have written drabbles and mini fics for the prompt words received from valm and sarramaks, however, actually typing them might take a while. (i hate typing long things)
anyways, ENJOY and REVIEW!