Fic: Life is a three-way-street, CSI:NY, M/D/D
mefeather's birthday was...er...two days ago...I'm always late...sorry. But here's your birthday present. Happy birthday! Hope it was a good one...
Title: Birthday fic for Veer/Draco: Life is a three-way-street…
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: They are not mine. If they were, I wouldn't have an internet
connection that completely breaks down when Ginny and Dee promise me lots
and lots of spoilers for the season finale and only comes back after the
episode ended! *headdesk*
Warnings: Slash, Threesome, hooker!Don, 2/3 AU. You'll see what I mean with
the 2/3…
Pairing: MDD (Cookies - how I love it...)
Summary: Two men, on the search for a quick fuck…or is it?
Author's Notes: For Veer/Draco's birthday. Happy birthday, Icon-wizard!
*cuddles* Hope you like it. And, I know, standard Methos sentence by now:
Sorry, I'm late...
Many thanks to Ginny and Dee, who read snippets and told me that it doesn't
suck. Thanks. Also: Thanks for the spoilers for the finale. You two are the
best *cuddles*.
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The car moved slowly through the streets, the two men inside glancing at the
people on the sidewalk.
"What about that one?" the man in the backseat asked and nodded towards a
young man who looked barely older than twenty. He was dressed in tight
leather pants and a tight t-shirt, his blonde hair fell into his face.
"Too young," the driver decided. "You want to get arrested?"
"No," the first man agreed. "Alright, not him. What about the cute blonde
over there?"
"She's blonde. And female. I thought we were looking for something
different."
"Right, we are. What about that one over there? The one with the green
shirt?"
"He got arrested for possession and sale of drugs four days ago."
They drove in silence for a while before the first one sighed. "We'll only
take him, am I right?"
The driver smiled. "You probably are."
"Think he's working tonight?"
"I hope so."
"What if he isn't?" the first man asked and leaned forwards to watch another
young man on the sidewalk.
"Either we'll return home alone, or we pick another one," he replied easily.
"How? We can't agree on which one we want."
The driver chuckled. "But we agreed on one, didn't we?"
"Yes, but he's special."
"That he is."
They drove for a few more minutes, until they left the main area, where the
young hookers were waiting for customers. They were now cruising the darker
streets where the drug addicts and the older prostitutes, those who wouldn't
get that much money for their services, were waiting.
"Are you sure he's here?" the first man reassured himself, and the driver
snorted and pointed. "There he is."
"What is he doing here? He could get so much more attention on the main
street."
"I don't know." The driver shrugged and slowed the car.
The man they were looking for had seen them, and he acknowledged them with a
smile and by stepping up to the car.
He was dressed in black jeans and boots, and a burgundy red shirt under an
old leather jacket. His dark hair was falling into his forehead, blue eyes
twinkled at them.
"Hey."
"Hey," the driver answered and allowed his lips to twitch into a small
smile. "Feel like having a bit fun?"
"Sure," the hooker answered and opened the door. "You know my rates."
"Yes, that's why we have to pool our resources. We couldn't afford you
otherwise," the man in the backseat quipped. The hooker twisted in his seat
to grin at him. "I should charge you more. You're two. It means more work
for me."
"What do you mean, more work for you?" the man in the backseat grinned back.
"You just have to take it."
"You just wait," the hooker answered and settled back into his seat. Only
seconds later he felt strong fingers card through his hair and along the
edge of his shirt.
"What do you think we should do with you tonight?" the man in the backseat
whispered into his ear. "Do you want us to fuck you? Slow, fast, hard, or
all of the above, taking turns with you?"
He smiled lazily and relaxed back. "Whatever you feel like," he replied
easily. "I'm up for everything."
"We'll see about that," the driver of the car interjected. "Let's get you
somewhere comfortable first."
They spent the rest of the drive in silence, only interrupted by a soft
sound of contempt when the man in the backseat continued to let his
fingertips glide under the collar of the burgundy shirt, over the sharp edge
of collarbone and up, over the vulnerable curve of his throat.
Finally they arrived at one of the cheap hotels, and the man in the backseat
went to get them a room while the driver parked the car. They met again, and
the first man grinned, bounced on his feet and rattled the key he was
holding.
The driver smiled, hefted his bag over his shoulder and put his hand on the
small of the hooker's back, guiding him towards the elevator. "Come on.
Let's go. Danny? You're coming?"
The other man rattled the key one more time, leered at the prostitute they
had picked up and answered: "Not yet," before following them.
VERSION A: THE CHEAP WAY OUT *evil smile*
The door of the room closed behind them, and Danny dropped the key on the
table. "Next time, we're spending more money," he decided.
"We won't. NYPD doesn't have that money."
Danny sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "NYPD doesn't have the
money? Come on, Mac. This is a joke."
Mac shook his head and dropped the car keys on the table too before sitting
down and pulling the laptop out of the bag. "What do you have for us,
Flack?"
A hand was slowly pushed through dark hair, tousling it. "A serious hate for
mankind," Don answered and flopped down on one of the chairs. "But nothing
that's really usable. Most of these kids are scared, but they still don't
stay home."
"Yeah, that's probably because most of them don't have a home," Danny said
and stretched out on the bed. "Did you find out anything else?"
"Yeah, obviously IAB officers like boys with blue eyes," Don answered. "And
the real boys with blue eyes don't like the new kids on the block. Nothing
new there."
Danny narrowed his eyes and sat up. "Did you get in a fight?"
Don shook his head. "Nah. I'm fine. Can't say that for the other guy."
"IAB officers?" Mac interrupted again. "Who did you see?"
Don shrugged. "I took you some nice pictures. Tell you what, Mac, next time
you need someone to go undercover as a prostitute because some cops killed
some hookers - take Danny."
"Don," Mac said patiently. "The victims were all tall, had dark hair and
blue eyes. Danny doesn't fit the profile. Besides, IAB would probably
recognize him. You are perfect for the job."
Don sighed. "I know, I know. But I don't have to like it" He pulled out his
cell phone. "I got some good shots of their faces. And I got ten bucks."
"For a blowjob?" Danny asked and raised an eyebrow.
Don just glared at him.
"Alright." Mac downloaded the pictures Don had taken. "Good work. Let's try
to find out more about them."
Don nodded. "So - I'll be back on the street tomorrow?" he asked, almost too
casually. Mac nodded. "Yes."
Don grimaced. "Alright. Let me get some hours of sleep before that."
Mac smiled. "You do that. I'll try to find more out about those." He nodded
towards the laptop.
Don crawled on the bed next to Danny without taking off his clothes or even
his shoes. "Wake me in a few hours," he mumbled.
Danny took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table. "Me too," he
added. "Come on. Let's get under the covers."
Don didn't react. Danny smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling
him close. "Mac?"
"Hmm?" Mac looked up from the laptop. "What is it, Danny?"
"Don't you think it feels strange to let your lover work the streets?" Danny
asked.
"Yeah," Mac agreed and went over to the bed to kiss first Danny, then Don's
forehead softly. "It's only for a little while longer. I promise. Go to
sleep now."
Danny smiled. "Yeah."
Mac returned to the table and his laptop. For a few minutes they all were
silent, then Danny's voice murmured:
"Although, you have to admit, he's far prettier than all of the others
together."
Mac could only agree.
VERSION B: THE OTHER SIDE *still grinning*
The door of the room closed behind them, and Danny dropped the key on the
table and crowded the prostitute against the wall, pinning his wrists and
attacking his mouth in an aggressive kiss. The man opened his mouth
willingly and let Danny's tongue slip in, and glide over the sharp edge of
teeth and the rough and slick surface of his tongue. He moaned in protest
when Danny nipped at his bottom lip, but he didn't try to pull away. Danny
smirked when he pulled back.
"Should I start with him, Mac? Or do you want to?"
The driver, Mac, took off his jacket and sat down. "Feel free to play with
him first."
"Great," Danny murmured and pushed his nose against the prostitute's throat.
He still wasn't releasing his hold on his wrists.
"He can take it," Mac commented from his place. "He took everything else
until now. Didn't you, Don?"
The hooker smiled lazily at him and pushed his hips forwards, against Danny,
rubbing against him suggestively. Danny moaned and bit down on the juncture
of shoulder and neck before pulling back and releasing Don's wrists.
"Get on the bed," he ordered. "On your front."
Don bent over and took off his boots, making sure that Danny had a good look
on his ass. He straightened, smirked at him and started to slowly unbutton
his shirt and pants, letting both garments drop to the floor. He took his
time walking towards the bed. He knew perfectly well that both Mac and Danny
were watching him, and when he laid down on top of the bedspread, feeling
the rough material against his naked skin, he shivered slightly. He spread
his legs in blatant invitation and grinned at the gasp his actions provoked.
The rustle of fabric told him that Danny was undressing as well, and he
rested his forehead on his folded arms and waited for him to come and take
him.
"You really are going to lie there and let me do all the work?" Danny's
voice murmured before the tip of his tongue traced the outer rim of his ear.
He arched into the touch and made a little encouraging noise when he felt
Danny settle between his outstretched legs.
Danny chuckled and ran his hands over Don's legs, over his ass and farther
up over his back, tracing his spine with gentle fingers before dragging them
back down, in between his legs and over his hole. "I've been looking
forwards to this ass all week," he said and gently pushed a finger in.
"Good to know," Don answered and moved his hips against Danny. "Then do
something with it."
"I will," Danny promised and inserted another finger. With his free hand he
felt around until he found the lube and condoms he had dropped on the bed
just moments earlier. He rolled one of the condoms over, applied lube to it,
and squeezed some of it on his fingers.
"Such a pretty ass," he murmured and pushed his fingers into Don. "And
tonight, it's all mine."
Don pushed his hips back up against Danny's fingers and moaned again.
Danny didn't know if it was part of the job description, but the sound
caused Goosebumps to form all over his body. He pulled his fingers free,
grabbed Don's hips and pulled him up on his knees and towards his own aching
erection.
He slowly slid in and immediately set a fast, almost rough rhythm, pushing
deep into Don's body with every powerful thrust.
He moaned when Don tightened his muscles around him and arched his back, and
when Don again whimpered softly, Danny lost the last of his self control and
came. He collapsed on Don's back and fought for a moment to get his
breathing back under control before he could pull out, dispose the condom
and lie back down.
Mac laughed gently from his place at the table. "Are you already done?"
"Yeah," Danny said breathlessly. "You should try it."
Mac nodded. "Maybe I will." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Come here,
Don. Bring a condom. And the lube, if you need more."
Don disentangled himself from Danny's sprawling limbs, grabbed a condom and
the lube, and went over to Mac, who had pushed his chair back from the
table.
Mac grinned at him. "You know where to put that," he nodded towards the
condom and opened his own pants.
Don nodded. "Yes."
He kneeled down next to the chair and rolled it over Mac's cock, but he
couldn't resist and lick along the length of it before looking back up. "And
now?"
"Now? Do you feel like getting fucked over the table, or more like something
else?" Mac smiled and stood up to push Don down on the table.
"The table is fine with me," Don grinned and wrapped his long legs around
Mac's waist, pulling him closer until he felt the smooth leather and the
cold bite of metal from Mac's belt against his skin.
"Slow," Mac murmured. "Slow down." He grabbed the lube and coated his cock
liberally with it. "No need to hurry. We have time, all right?" His hands
curved around Don's ass and tilted him up, smearing more lube on him.
"If you can wait that long," Don smirked and pulled him close again. This
time Mac didn't resist that much. He willingly went, although he still tried
to slow Don down.
Don brushed against him, and Mac couldn't stop the shivering. "Slow," he
repeated his mantra. "Slow, slow…"
Still he couldn't stop himself from thrusting deeper and harder into the
willing body beneath him.
"Come on, deeper," Don moaned and pushed his heels into Mac's back, pulling
him deeper in, while arching his back off the surface of the table.
He was still smirking, and his grin widened when Mac pushed deep in him,
cursed and came with a low groan.
Don's legs fell down, allowing Mac to pull back and out, and Don sat up and
stretched while Mac got rid of the used condom. Mac growled deep in his
throat at the sight and leaned over to capture his mouth in a deep-probing,
aggressive kiss.
"You were great again," Mac murmured and smoothed his hands over Don's
chest. "As usual."
"Thank you. I aim to please," Don grinned and slid off the table. "Can I
take a shower?"
"Sure." Mac stepped back and let him gather his clothes and then go into the
bathroom. Only moments later, the sound of running water was heard. Mac
slowly, leisurely, got finally undressed himself, crawled on the bed and
blanketed Danny with his body. The kiss they shared was soft and filled with
love.
Ten minutes later, Mac had managed to wrap the blankets around both of them,
and the sound of running water had stopped. Another two minutes, and Don
reappeared, dressed in his clothes.
He smiled at them, and Mac lazily grinned back. "Your money's on the table,"
he said. Don nodded, grabbed the bills and stuffed them into his pocket
without counting them first. "It was a pleasure," he said. "See you next
time."
"Yeah, next time, Don," Danny murmured sleepily. "Take care of yourself."
Don nodded. "You too," he said, and left.
He had to get back - to work the streets.
Besides, Mac and Danny would be back.
They always came back.
Somehow, he looked forwards to the next time...
VERSION C: THE REAL DEAL *smile*
The door of the room closed behind them, and the driver shook his head. "We
should have picked something better."
Danny bounced on his feet and let the keys drop on the table. "Don't worry,
Mac. We won't be here for long. And I doubt that you'll spend much of the
time thinking about the décor."
"Right," Mac said, but he still sounded unsure.
"Don't worry," the hooker said with a seductive smile and pressed against
him. "You have picked the best."
Mac had to smile at these words. "But not the best room," he said. His hands
came up and settled on the hooker's hips, pulling him even closer. "Now what
do you want us to do to you?"
The hooker grinned back. "I don't know. What do you feel like doing? Do you
want me to suck you until you're nice and hard, and then let you fuck me? Do
you want to come in my mouth? Do you want to watch as he takes me? It's your
decision."
Danny groaned and, with a few quick steps, pressed against the hooker's
back, rubbing his already half-hard cock against his ass.
Mac smiled. "Sounds good. Get on your knees."
The hooker smiled lazily and slid down Mac's body until he was on his knees.
He pressed his face against Mac's crotch, breathing deep in, nuzzling
against the fabric of his pants, before reaching up and undoing them.
Mac moaned and tangled a hand in his dark hair, holding him, but not guiding
him. He didn't need to. This man knew what he was doing.
Danny widened his stance slightly and leaned against them to kiss Mac, a
deep, tongue-tangling kiss that stole both their breaths.
Finally Mac pulled back from him and they both looked down.
"He's pretty like that, with your cock in his mouth," Danny whispered
huskily. "We made a good choice."
"We did," Mac agreed and tightened his grip on the hooker's hair for a
fraction. He reacted immediately and pulled back, looking up at Mac through
long lashes.
"I want to come in your mouth," Mac stated and smoothed his hand through the
hooker's hair. "Is that okay?"
The hooker shrugged. "Sure." He smiled lazily and leaned back forwards,
kissing the tip of Mac's erection teasingly, before swallowing back down.
Mac moaned and tightened his grip on his hair. The hooker hummed softly and
pulled back. "I know you want to," he said.
"Hands behind your back," Mac ordered hoarsely. His second hand joined his
first in the dark hair, angling him just the way he wanted him before
thrusting in.
The hooker hummed softly around his flesh, pressing his tongue against it,
encouraging Mac with every sound and touch he made.
Mac didn't last long. He came down the man's throat with a hoarse grunt, and
slowly unclenched his fists. He shakily smoothed them through the man's hair
and pulled back.
"You okay?" he asked and sat down on one of the chairs, not trusting his
trembling legs to hold him upright any longer.
"Sure," the hooker smiled and sat back on his heels. "Now what?"
"Now I want to watch him fuck you," Mac said. "Is that a problem?"
The hooker shrugged and got back to his feet. "It wasn't the last few times,
why should it be this time?" he asked calmly and took off his jacket and
shirt, throwing them haphazardly over the back of the second chair. "How do
you want me?"
Mac had to smile at those words. "Danny?"
Danny pulled his sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew in the
process, and grinned wolfishly at the prostitute. "I want you on your back,
on the bed," he ordered and undid the buttons on his pants, toeing off his
shoes.
"Sure," the hooker agreed easily and bent down to take off his boots and
step out of his pants. He walked over to the bed and arranged himself on top
of the rough bedspread.
"Hot," Danny grinned and crawled on the bed after him. All he was wearing
was his left sock and his glasses. Mac had to smile at the sight.
Danny settled between the hooker's legs and fumbled with the lube and the
condom for a moment.
"Here, let me," the other man said, sat back up and grabbed the condom. He
put it on Danny and grabbed the lube. He coated the condom and his fingers
liberally with it and settled back on his back, stretching himself briefly.
Danny swallowed at the sight, and as soon as he pulled his fingers out and
hooked a leg over Danny's shoulder, Danny moved forwards and pushed deep
inside his body.
"God, Don…" he gasped and stilled.
The prostitute tightened his muscles around him slightly and lifted his
second leg over Danny's other shoulder, allowing Danny to lean forwards,
bending him almost in half and pushing even deeper into him, moving in an
almost frenzied rhythm.
He lifted his hand to Don's chest, stroking softly, and feeling Don's hands
on his own body, blunt nails raking over his chest, rubbing his nipples,
pulling him even closer to orgasm, arousing him even more until finally the
pleasure spiralled out of control and Danny came and collapsed on top of
Don.
"Don…" he murmured and pressed his lips against the sweaty shoulder under
him. "Don?"
"Yeah?" came the breathless answer, and Danny chuckled weakly and pulled
back. "Wow."
Don slid his legs down and stretched his arms over his head. "You okay?" Mac
asked from his spot at the table.
"Yeah," Don answered. "I'm taking a shower, if you don't mind."
"Feel free," Mac grinned. "I'll be joining you."
"Looking forward to it." Don sat up and ran his fingers through Danny's
hair. "Although I thought we agreed that you don't use my name."
Danny smiled lazily up at him. "Just because you were too paranoid to tell
us your name for the first five months," he teased and moved his hand to
Don's thigh to squeeze gently.
"It was a risk to take both of you," Don defended himself. "So stop
complaining."
Mac chuckled. "We love you too, Angel." He stood and offered Don a hand up.
"So, how did it feel to be back - working the streets?"
Don shrugged and allowed Mac to pull him against his body. "Strange," he
admitted. "Maybe I'm getting too old for it."
"You're off the street," Mac reminded him gently. "You don't need to do this
anymore."
Don smirked. "Speaking of 'do this anymore'," he began, "You still have to
pay for the services of a whore."
"You're not a whore," Danny answered. "Not anymore."
"I still want to get paid," Don insisted.
Mac kissed him gently. "We got you off the street, Angel. You have a job,
you have us. What else do you want?"
Don grinned. "You know my rates. If you want to pretend, for the sake of the
good old times, to pick up a prostitute, then do it right and pay me."
Mac and Danny shared a brief look.
They had met Don when they had worked a case, and they both had,
immediately, fallen for the lanky man. They didn't care that he was earning
his money by selling his own body; instead they had met with him and finally
convinced him that they loved him. It had taken months, but finally Don had
agreed to live with them and find another job. He hadn't looked back ever
since, until this little fantasy had showed up.
"Alright," Mac finally sighed.
"Once we get home, you'll get your cookies."
The End.
Now? Which Version do you prefer? I'd love to know...