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Flack/Terrence

Word count: 455

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: New York or any of its characters.

Info: Not necessarily episode related, or at least not to a single episode...it's more of a progression thing.

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Getting in the door with the pizza and six pack was a little harder than he'd thought it would be. But he managed. It wasn't until he got up to his floor that things got interesting. Terrence was coming out of his neighbor's apartment, and the little old lady was practically shoving a Tupperware container into the guy's hands.

"Hey T, Mrs. Ruggiero."

She smiled at him. "Hello Don. Your young man here is quite the helper. If he hadn't come along I'm not sure how I would have gotten my groceries inside. The delivery boy left them in the lobby again."

"Want me to have a talk with the punk?"

"No, no. Terrence already spoke with him. He made quite the impression...well I'm sure you have better things to do than keep an old lady company." She grinned again. "Goodnight gentlemen," and disappeared into her apartment.

Terrence stared at the closed door for a moment before holding up the Tupperware container in bewilderment. "What was that?"

"That was Mrs. Ruggiero giving you freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for helping her with her groceries. Come on, pizzas getting cold."

Terrence followed him inside and watched while he put the beer in the fridge. "You sure about this Flack?"

"I was sure about this since the first kiss. What about you?"

"Oh I know exactly what I want."

"That so? Well why don't you show me?"

Terrence practically pounced on him.

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Don wasn't sure how or when they got to the bedroom. One second they were talking in the main room, the next Terrence had him in the bedroom, on the bed sans their pants. He didn't even remember taking off his shoes. He did however remember reaching for the lube and condom. Terrence was definitely smooth, that rubber was already on and Don didn't even get a chance to admire that hard cock.

"Baby pay attention."

"Trust me, you've got my undivided-" He gasped as two cold and slick fingers entered him in a scissoring motion.

"I only know the basics here."

Don grunted and thrust back against those fingers as a third was added. "Basics my ass. You're doing fine."

Terrence smirked, thrusting his fingers a bit deeper, twisting them. "Good to know."

"Damn. Dean deifir."

Terrence removed his fingers and used both hands to lift Don's hips and started to slide in. It was tight, after all Don hadn't been with another man since high school. He relaxed, canted his hips, and Terrence slid forward in surprise, going all the way in. "You got any more tricks like that?"

"Stick around and you'll find out." Don breathed out and wrapped his legs around him. "But if you don't get to work we're gonna have problems."

Terrence pulled out, only to smirk at him as he pushed back in. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then I suggest you hold on."

It had been a while and he was already close, the week of dancing around one another certainly hadn't made him patient. So as Terrence started to pound into him he hung on. Knowing that if the other man wasn't still wearing his shirt Don would have left claw marks, even with his blunt nails. And as he hung on, something in his heart came loose and got lost in the constant motion of their bodies. The worst of his pain of losing Jess melted away. And for a second he could see her, smirking at them before she winked and faded from his sight. Don grinned and pulled Terrence closer for a kiss, even as an old familiar tingle started in his loins.

Terrence had him by the hips, slamming home every time before Don screamed he whispered, "Tá grá agam duit." And then when the world went white he screamed.

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"Damn."

Terrence looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"Forgot about the pizza."

"If you can think about pizza after that I must a done somethin' wrong."

Don smirked and rolled over until he was on top of Terrence. "You did everything right. But all those carbs are gonna fuel us up for round two."

Terrence smirked and pulled Don down for a kiss. "Sounds good."

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