Fic: Building A Disaster (CSI:NY, Don/Danny, FRAO)
Title: Building A Disaster
Author: Ginny & Dee
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Don/Danny
Disclaimer: Still don’t own them…and they were due back a long time ago.
Summary: Danny builds Don a new bookshelf.
Author’s Notes: We. Still. Write. Too. Much.
Challenge: 30 Disasters
Prompt: 24 Bookshelf
~*~*~
"It's a disaster Don," Danny insisted as he pulled at the objects in front of him. "I don't think I can live with it. I don't know how you did all these years."
"What are you talking about?" Don asked, completely confused. All he'd done was call home to see if Danny wanted pizza for dinner.
"I can't talk anymore, I don't think I can deal with this," Danny said and then was gone.
Don ran the rest of the way home. He could hear the thumps coming from his apartment from halfway done the hall. Heart pounding, he yanked the door open and froze at the sight in front of him.
Danny was tossing all of his books and magazines haphazardly into a large pile in the center of the room. His poor bookcase was in pieces at Danny's feet. The bookcase he had since he graduated high school now looked like a small pile of timber.
"Danny?" Don asked hesitantly as he placed his keys and badge on the table.
"It was horrible Don. The whole thing. How could you stand to live here with it?" Danny asked as he moved on to the next shelf, this one he'd bought for his college dorm room.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. He liked that bookshelf. His roommate had made it out of scrap pieces of wood. It had character.
And it was one of a kind.
"I'm just giving you more room. You had all these books piled everywhere, man, and you couldn't find a damned thing."
"Yes I could," Don insisted as the bookshelf landed on the top of the pile.
"Well, when I'm finished you'll be able ta find anythin'. Just trust me," Danny grinned wolfishly at him. Don felt his blood run cold. How could those three words strike fear so fast? He thought as he watched Danny take a step back to survey the now empty wall.
"You destroyed my bookshelves."
"I had to."
"But they were mine." Even to Don, the protest sounded pathetic.
"They had to go."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to make you better bookshelves," Danny answered absently as he picked up a piece of wood and held it against the wall.
"I still don't understand what was wrong with the ones I had."
"Don, either help me, get outta the room or hush. You pick," Danny made a shooing motion over his shoulder as he nailed two odd pieces of wood together and held the new piece of wood against the wall.
"You aren't seriously doing this."
"Building you a bookshelf? Of course I am. What's your problem Don?" Danny asked as hammered in another nail.
"What's my problem? You destroyed my bookshelves? You're building new ones from scratch, which means you're probably going to nail your hand to the wall. What even makes you think you can do this?
"I could nail you to the wall," Danny replied as he leered at Don over his shoulder.
"No," Don growled. "I want my bookshelf back."
When he received no answer, he pulled out a chair from the table and sat down facing Danny, crossing his arms over his chest. Maybe if he kept an eye on Danny he wouldn't have to call the paramedics.
Danny simply grinned at him and continued hammering pieces of wood together. Despite flinching every time Danny lifted the hammer, Don reluctantly had to admit that he could see a bookshelf emerging from the chaos Danny had created.
Don lowered his head in his hands and waited until Danny was finished. He still didn't understand what suddenly came over Danny and possessed him to destroy his bookshelf but, he had to admit, it was starting to look a lot better than the one he had this morning when he left.
"I didn't know you were so good with a hammer," Don muttered, his head still lowered.
"Uh-huh. I even took a class on woodworking in high school," Danny told him absently, focused on the project in front of him. "My dad ... he hated it, but I liked creating something out of it. It was kind of nice, ya know?"
Don looked up at him through his eyelashes and watched the muscles in Danny's back as the continued to pick up the few remaining pieces of wood and finished the bookshelf.
He really needed to get Danny a few more of those skin tight white shirts for his birthday, he thought as the muscles contracted again as Danny stretched his arms over his head. Turning to smile at Don, Danny exclaimed, "Finished."
Don barely glanced at the bookshelf before pouncing on Danny, pushing him against the wall. "No, I think we're just getting started," he smirked.
"Started?" Danny asked, wiping the sweat from his face.
"Oh yeah," Don replied before crashing their lips together. "You know what that shirt does to me."
"What does it do?" Danny smirked, his face flushed.
"Remember after I watched you play handball?"
Danny smirked. "Why do you think I wore it again?"
Don growled, claiming another kiss. "You're mine, Messer."
"Everyday," Danny agreed crashing his lips to Don's again.
Don stumbled, forcing his hands down Danny's pants and bumped the bookshelf, causing it to sway dangerously.
"Careful," Danny warned him. "It's not done yet."
"Don't care. Need you now," Don insisted, pushing Danny into the bookcase.
"At least get away from the bookcase," Danny grumbled as he pushed against Don and knocked them both to the floor.
"Fuck me," Don growled, latching his mouth onto Danny's neck. "Now."
"Love to," Danny agreed with a groan. He pushed toward Don, sending them both to the floor, just missing the pile of books.
"What is takin ya so long?" Don snickered, rubbing shamelessly against Danny's leg and kissing him harshly.
"What's gotten into you?" Danny asked, leaning back and staring into Don's eyes.
"Not you, not yet," Don complained.
Danny laughed breathlessly and kissed him even as he managed to finally unbuckle his belt. "Damn," he cursed when he realized he was going to have to sit up to get Don completely undressed. Sitting on his knees, he pulled Don's pants and boxers off as quickly as possible.
"Damn baby," Don breathed as the cool air touched his cock. He lunged towards Danny, knocking him on his back, and pulled his pants down.
"Damn, I love it when you get like this," Danny moaned, his eyes bright, as he reached for Don.
Don pulled Danny close before rolling over and pinning him to the floor. "You make me so hot."
Danny laughed, lifting his head to kiss Don, "I thought you wanted me in you?"
"I do," Don replied as he held Danny down and reached for the lube he saw sticking out from underneath the couch.
"What are ya doin?" Danny asked, following Don with his eyes.
"Need lube if you're gonna be in me," he grinned waving the lube in front of Danny's face.
Danny reached for it, but Don pulled it away, switching hands. He grinned mischievously at the man on top of him, waiting for the next move. Danny made another grab for the tube, but Don smirked and stuck it down his shirt.
"Got to find it, if you're doing to use it," he smirked.
Danny snickered and pushed towards Don, using his weight to switch their positions. Sucking hard on Don's collar bone, he reached underneath Don's shirt, searching for the lube.
"Not so fast," Don moaned as he pushed out from underneath Danny and grinned. "You gotta catch me next."
Danny moaned at the look in Don's eyes before pulling them both to the ground. "Caught you."
"I wasn't running," Don replied taking Danny's mouth in a heated kiss.
"Your point?" Danny asked when Don finally pulled away.
"There was no challenge." Don's grin was mischievous and Danny had a feeling they were in for an intense night.
"What kind of challenge do you have in mind?" Danny asked as he returned Don's mischievous grin.
"Think you can catch me? Or are you too old?" Don snickered and lunged from the floor, racing towards the other room.
Danny stared at him for a split second before racing after him. The bedroom door slammed shut, just barely missing Danny's fingers. By the time he had the door open, Don was standing on the other side of the bed.
"What took you so long?"
"You wanna play?" Danny grinned as he worked his shoulders, causing the shirt to slightly raise and shift with the muscle play underneath.
"Something like that," Don replied and then wondered exactly when his voice dropped so low. He kept one eye on the light dusting of hair leading into Danny's pants and the other on the strong hands resting on the waist band of his pants.
"What are you doing?" Don squeaked when those hands he was watching began to slowly unzip his pants.
"What does it look like? I'm playing," Danny smirked as he pushed his pants down. He cupped his own erection and looked over at Don. "You're too far away to play with."
"I can always come over there," Don asked, still watching those hands.
"True," Danny nodded giving his cock a firm tug. "Or you could catch me." Danny smirked, turned and walked out of their bedroom.
Don's arms were around him seconds letter, his lips upon Danny's neck and they both tumbled to the ground.
"Oh look," Danny smirked as he pressed Don into the floor. "I caught you."
"Technically, I'm the one that caught you," Don pointed out.
Danny shrugged and grinned. "Semantics."
Don grinned and brought his knees up, pushing Danny down so their lips were barely touching. "I still caught you."
Danny groaned as his still exposed cock rubbed against the buldge in Don's pants.
He leaned down to kiss Don, the other man's mouth opening immediately. Tongues dueled in a deep kiss that last until Don pulled away with a gasp. "Enough."
"Enough?" Danny repeated. "You want me to stop?" he asked teasingly.
"Enough playtime. Fuck me now or I'm going to come right now."
Danny groaned as pushed against Don, "What happened to that lube?"
"Fuck the lube," Don breathed out; the raw need evident in his voice. "Danny please, I don't want to come until you're inside me," he begged.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Danny insisted, feeling the same need that was running through Don. "It - it's just right there." He reached out with a shaking hand to pick up the lube that rest a couple of feet away.
Don took advantage of Danny's momentarily lack of attention to flip them once again. "I'm still stretched from earlier."
Danny groaned as their cocks rubbed together again.
Don slowly moved up Danny's body and lined Danny's cock with his entrance.
"This how you want it?" Don asked. "Me up here, riding your cock?"
Danny groaned and thrust lightly toward Don. "Yes."
Don smirked and slowly lowered himself onto Danny's erection, throwing his head back and moaning as he was filled.
"Tight," Danny moaned as he thrust towards Don and pushed in deeper.
"Fuck yeah," Don groaned as he began moving, pulling Danny deeper each time he lowered himself.
The pace escalated quickly, both of them too turned on to make it last. Danny reached up, stroking Don's cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Don's groan at the action filled the room.
"Come for me baby," Danny encouraged as he felt his own release approaching much too quickly.
Don arched back and stilled, coming hard at the command. Danny's moan mixed with his as both men found their release simultaneously.
Don collapsed onto Danny afterwards, both breathing heavily.
"I'll have to wear this shirt more often," Danny smirked when he'd finally caught his breath. He rolled Don over, knocking into the bookcase, and kissed him fiercely.
"God yes," Don agreed once Danny released his mouth. Rolling so Danny was on top of him; Don pulled him down and kissed the other man again, his foot knocking into the bookcase.
They should have been warned by the creaking sound, but they were too involved with each other. A sudden crashing filled the apartment as the bookshelf collapsed into pieces on top of them.
"Danny? You okay?" Don asked as he started pushing the broken pieces of wood off of the other man's back.
"Yeah," came the reply as Danny sat up and turned, staring at the pile of wood around them and the large stack of books very close to their feet. "Are you okay?" he asked. "We really shoulda stayed in the bedroom," he added as an afterthought.
~~End~~
Author: Ginny & Dee
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Don/Danny
Disclaimer: Still don’t own them…and they were due back a long time ago.
Summary: Danny builds Don a new bookshelf.
Author’s Notes: We. Still. Write. Too. Much.
Challenge: 30 Disasters
Prompt: 24 Bookshelf
~*~*~
"It's a disaster Don," Danny insisted as he pulled at the objects in front of him. "I don't think I can live with it. I don't know how you did all these years."
"What are you talking about?" Don asked, completely confused. All he'd done was call home to see if Danny wanted pizza for dinner.
"I can't talk anymore, I don't think I can deal with this," Danny said and then was gone.
Don ran the rest of the way home. He could hear the thumps coming from his apartment from halfway done the hall. Heart pounding, he yanked the door open and froze at the sight in front of him.
Danny was tossing all of his books and magazines haphazardly into a large pile in the center of the room. His poor bookcase was in pieces at Danny's feet. The bookcase he had since he graduated high school now looked like a small pile of timber.
"Danny?" Don asked hesitantly as he placed his keys and badge on the table.
"It was horrible Don. The whole thing. How could you stand to live here with it?" Danny asked as he moved on to the next shelf, this one he'd bought for his college dorm room.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. He liked that bookshelf. His roommate had made it out of scrap pieces of wood. It had character.
And it was one of a kind.
"I'm just giving you more room. You had all these books piled everywhere, man, and you couldn't find a damned thing."
"Yes I could," Don insisted as the bookshelf landed on the top of the pile.
"Well, when I'm finished you'll be able ta find anythin'. Just trust me," Danny grinned wolfishly at him. Don felt his blood run cold. How could those three words strike fear so fast? He thought as he watched Danny take a step back to survey the now empty wall.
"You destroyed my bookshelves."
"I had to."
"But they were mine." Even to Don, the protest sounded pathetic.
"They had to go."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to make you better bookshelves," Danny answered absently as he picked up a piece of wood and held it against the wall.
"I still don't understand what was wrong with the ones I had."
"Don, either help me, get outta the room or hush. You pick," Danny made a shooing motion over his shoulder as he nailed two odd pieces of wood together and held the new piece of wood against the wall.
"You aren't seriously doing this."
"Building you a bookshelf? Of course I am. What's your problem Don?" Danny asked as hammered in another nail.
"What's my problem? You destroyed my bookshelves? You're building new ones from scratch, which means you're probably going to nail your hand to the wall. What even makes you think you can do this?
"I could nail you to the wall," Danny replied as he leered at Don over his shoulder.
"No," Don growled. "I want my bookshelf back."
When he received no answer, he pulled out a chair from the table and sat down facing Danny, crossing his arms over his chest. Maybe if he kept an eye on Danny he wouldn't have to call the paramedics.
Danny simply grinned at him and continued hammering pieces of wood together. Despite flinching every time Danny lifted the hammer, Don reluctantly had to admit that he could see a bookshelf emerging from the chaos Danny had created.
Don lowered his head in his hands and waited until Danny was finished. He still didn't understand what suddenly came over Danny and possessed him to destroy his bookshelf but, he had to admit, it was starting to look a lot better than the one he had this morning when he left.
"I didn't know you were so good with a hammer," Don muttered, his head still lowered.
"Uh-huh. I even took a class on woodworking in high school," Danny told him absently, focused on the project in front of him. "My dad ... he hated it, but I liked creating something out of it. It was kind of nice, ya know?"
Don looked up at him through his eyelashes and watched the muscles in Danny's back as the continued to pick up the few remaining pieces of wood and finished the bookshelf.
He really needed to get Danny a few more of those skin tight white shirts for his birthday, he thought as the muscles contracted again as Danny stretched his arms over his head. Turning to smile at Don, Danny exclaimed, "Finished."
Don barely glanced at the bookshelf before pouncing on Danny, pushing him against the wall. "No, I think we're just getting started," he smirked.
"Started?" Danny asked, wiping the sweat from his face.
"Oh yeah," Don replied before crashing their lips together. "You know what that shirt does to me."
"What does it do?" Danny smirked, his face flushed.
"Remember after I watched you play handball?"
Danny smirked. "Why do you think I wore it again?"
Don growled, claiming another kiss. "You're mine, Messer."
"Everyday," Danny agreed crashing his lips to Don's again.
Don stumbled, forcing his hands down Danny's pants and bumped the bookshelf, causing it to sway dangerously.
"Careful," Danny warned him. "It's not done yet."
"Don't care. Need you now," Don insisted, pushing Danny into the bookcase.
"At least get away from the bookcase," Danny grumbled as he pushed against Don and knocked them both to the floor.
"Fuck me," Don growled, latching his mouth onto Danny's neck. "Now."
"Love to," Danny agreed with a groan. He pushed toward Don, sending them both to the floor, just missing the pile of books.
"What is takin ya so long?" Don snickered, rubbing shamelessly against Danny's leg and kissing him harshly.
"What's gotten into you?" Danny asked, leaning back and staring into Don's eyes.
"Not you, not yet," Don complained.
Danny laughed breathlessly and kissed him even as he managed to finally unbuckle his belt. "Damn," he cursed when he realized he was going to have to sit up to get Don completely undressed. Sitting on his knees, he pulled Don's pants and boxers off as quickly as possible.
"Damn baby," Don breathed as the cool air touched his cock. He lunged towards Danny, knocking him on his back, and pulled his pants down.
"Damn, I love it when you get like this," Danny moaned, his eyes bright, as he reached for Don.
Don pulled Danny close before rolling over and pinning him to the floor. "You make me so hot."
Danny laughed, lifting his head to kiss Don, "I thought you wanted me in you?"
"I do," Don replied as he held Danny down and reached for the lube he saw sticking out from underneath the couch.
"What are ya doin?" Danny asked, following Don with his eyes.
"Need lube if you're gonna be in me," he grinned waving the lube in front of Danny's face.
Danny reached for it, but Don pulled it away, switching hands. He grinned mischievously at the man on top of him, waiting for the next move. Danny made another grab for the tube, but Don smirked and stuck it down his shirt.
"Got to find it, if you're doing to use it," he smirked.
Danny snickered and pushed towards Don, using his weight to switch their positions. Sucking hard on Don's collar bone, he reached underneath Don's shirt, searching for the lube.
"Not so fast," Don moaned as he pushed out from underneath Danny and grinned. "You gotta catch me next."
Danny moaned at the look in Don's eyes before pulling them both to the ground. "Caught you."
"I wasn't running," Don replied taking Danny's mouth in a heated kiss.
"Your point?" Danny asked when Don finally pulled away.
"There was no challenge." Don's grin was mischievous and Danny had a feeling they were in for an intense night.
"What kind of challenge do you have in mind?" Danny asked as he returned Don's mischievous grin.
"Think you can catch me? Or are you too old?" Don snickered and lunged from the floor, racing towards the other room.
Danny stared at him for a split second before racing after him. The bedroom door slammed shut, just barely missing Danny's fingers. By the time he had the door open, Don was standing on the other side of the bed.
"What took you so long?"
"You wanna play?" Danny grinned as he worked his shoulders, causing the shirt to slightly raise and shift with the muscle play underneath.
"Something like that," Don replied and then wondered exactly when his voice dropped so low. He kept one eye on the light dusting of hair leading into Danny's pants and the other on the strong hands resting on the waist band of his pants.
"What are you doing?" Don squeaked when those hands he was watching began to slowly unzip his pants.
"What does it look like? I'm playing," Danny smirked as he pushed his pants down. He cupped his own erection and looked over at Don. "You're too far away to play with."
"I can always come over there," Don asked, still watching those hands.
"True," Danny nodded giving his cock a firm tug. "Or you could catch me." Danny smirked, turned and walked out of their bedroom.
Don's arms were around him seconds letter, his lips upon Danny's neck and they both tumbled to the ground.
"Oh look," Danny smirked as he pressed Don into the floor. "I caught you."
"Technically, I'm the one that caught you," Don pointed out.
Danny shrugged and grinned. "Semantics."
Don grinned and brought his knees up, pushing Danny down so their lips were barely touching. "I still caught you."
Danny groaned as his still exposed cock rubbed against the buldge in Don's pants.
He leaned down to kiss Don, the other man's mouth opening immediately. Tongues dueled in a deep kiss that last until Don pulled away with a gasp. "Enough."
"Enough?" Danny repeated. "You want me to stop?" he asked teasingly.
"Enough playtime. Fuck me now or I'm going to come right now."
Danny groaned as pushed against Don, "What happened to that lube?"
"Fuck the lube," Don breathed out; the raw need evident in his voice. "Danny please, I don't want to come until you're inside me," he begged.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Danny insisted, feeling the same need that was running through Don. "It - it's just right there." He reached out with a shaking hand to pick up the lube that rest a couple of feet away.
Don took advantage of Danny's momentarily lack of attention to flip them once again. "I'm still stretched from earlier."
Danny groaned as their cocks rubbed together again.
Don slowly moved up Danny's body and lined Danny's cock with his entrance.
"This how you want it?" Don asked. "Me up here, riding your cock?"
Danny groaned and thrust lightly toward Don. "Yes."
Don smirked and slowly lowered himself onto Danny's erection, throwing his head back and moaning as he was filled.
"Tight," Danny moaned as he thrust towards Don and pushed in deeper.
"Fuck yeah," Don groaned as he began moving, pulling Danny deeper each time he lowered himself.
The pace escalated quickly, both of them too turned on to make it last. Danny reached up, stroking Don's cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Don's groan at the action filled the room.
"Come for me baby," Danny encouraged as he felt his own release approaching much too quickly.
Don arched back and stilled, coming hard at the command. Danny's moan mixed with his as both men found their release simultaneously.
Don collapsed onto Danny afterwards, both breathing heavily.
"I'll have to wear this shirt more often," Danny smirked when he'd finally caught his breath. He rolled Don over, knocking into the bookcase, and kissed him fiercely.
"God yes," Don agreed once Danny released his mouth. Rolling so Danny was on top of him; Don pulled him down and kissed the other man again, his foot knocking into the bookcase.
They should have been warned by the creaking sound, but they were too involved with each other. A sudden crashing filled the apartment as the bookshelf collapsed into pieces on top of them.
"Danny? You okay?" Don asked as he started pushing the broken pieces of wood off of the other man's back.
"Yeah," came the reply as Danny sat up and turned, staring at the pile of wood around them and the large stack of books very close to their feet. "Are you okay?" he asked. "We really shoulda stayed in the bedroom," he added as an afterthought.
~~End~~