Fic: 1+2=3, Chapter 1/3 (CSI NY, Don Flack / Mac Taylor / Danny Messer)
Title: 1+2=3, Chapter 1/3
Fandom: CSI NY
Pair: Don Flack / Mac Taylor / Danny Messer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Summary: After a long day Don’s running out of patience, Mac doesn’t have much to say and Danny starts a chain of events he would have never imagined.
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“I don’t get it…” Danny took a long sip from his pint and stared down into the foamy depths. “I just don’t get it. The whole idea’s so wrong.”
“I’d say it’s the oldest thing there is.” Mac almost chuckled at the look on Danny’s face. “Voyeurism is as old as time and that’s basically why people keep watching porn. Good looking people doing the deed. Nothing new there.”
“Yeah, I get that! But what’s the point if you can’t join in or even touch yourself?”
“According to those three, the active couple took care of the regular hitchhiker. Their expression, not mine.”
“And what does the couple get out of it? Do they just like to be watched?”
Don had sneaked up behind him and made him jump when he talked. “They know it turns on the guy who’s watching, and that turns them on even more.” He placed his pint on the table and shimmied into the booth next to Mac. “I’ve seen your old porn stash, so I know you don’t mind getting more than two people together to play hide and seek.”
“Yeah, but… Seriously, two guys getting it on? Where’s the appeal? Two girls are one thing but-”
“So you like two girls doing it, but not guys?” Don’s usual tone had turned into a husky murmur. For someone who didn’t know him as well as Danny did it would have sound more than a bit scary.
“I didn’t mean anything personal.” Danny quickly backtracked. “I just mean it doesn’t do anything to me and… well, there’s something missing and too much of something. Four things missing and two things too much. I didn’t mean you two-” Danny snapped his mouth shut and glanced pass Don’s shoulder. The bar was almost empty and the few people, who were still sitting at the counter were too far away to hear him. “Sorry, guys. Didn’t mean to be so loud.”
“This isn’t exactly a cop hang-out.” Don stated and shared a lingering look with Mac. Danny had to wonder why his boss hadn’t said much about the topic, but Don’s hand had disappeared under the table around the same time Mac had pressed his lips together and forced a calm expression on his face.
“Anyway, I gotta get going-”
“Where?”
“Home.” Danny shrugged awkwardly. “I gotta… you know…”
“Watch the game on TV?” Don suggested.
“Exactly-”
“There’s no game on TV.” Don shoved his leg under the table, shoving his shoe against the edge of the padded bench, blocking Danny’s escape. “And you know that.”
“I meant…” Suddenly Danny understood what it must feel like for the deer in the headlights. Don was leaning over the table, closing the gap between them.
“You meant what?”
“I meant… I gotta get some sleep. Long day and all that.”
“You don’t look tired. You look…” Don’s eyes narrowed. Danny had seen the same look on his face in an interrogation room, but never directed at him. “… flushed. Timid.” The detective licked his lips. “Like you need a guiding hand.”
Danny risked a quick look at Mac. The man was squirming silently against the backrest, biting his lip to stay quiet. Danny’s mind filled the blanks.
“Don’t look at him when I’m talking to you.” Don snapped and his voice went down to a low hiss. “If you think your boss is gonna help you now, you’re wrong. You see…” A little move of his arm made it clear had switched his angle and Mac’s face contorted into a silent scream. “… my Mac’s a soldier through and through. He follows orders. He likes it that way.”
“I don’t wanna know-”
“Sure you do. You should see yourself at the lab. You perk up like a lapdog when Mac barks his orders.” Don chuckled and pulled his hand up from underneath the table. “You just haven’t realised it yet.”
“Listen, Don…” Danny groaned. His eyes were fixed on the sticky substance Don was wiping off his hand with a paper napkin. “I know you’ve had a few, but I really don’t like this side of you-” He tried to get up, but Don was faster. His foot landed accurately on Danny’s crotch and pushed him back on the bench. “And when the hell did your legs get so damn long?!”
“They’re good for a lot of purposes.” The heels of Don’s shoe rubbed lightly against Danny. “What did you say about watching two guys?”
“I didn’t mean anything personal.” Danny was hovering on the edge of fear. He looked at Mac, but the man’s eyes were glued to Don, eyeing him with a soft expression. “Let’s just go home and start fresh in the morning-”
“You want us to take you home?”
“No, I-”
“We don’t usually take in strays, but we know where to return you when we’re done.”
“Don-”
“Danny.” Don leaned closer, his voice a warning hiss. “You’re the one who challenged me.”
“I did?”
“What was it that you said? Four boobs short, and two dicks too much?”
“You can’t take me too seriously, this was my third pint-”
“Danny.” Don’s groan carried an unvoiced message. One more word and his patience was gone. “You know me well enough to know when you can and when you can’t mess with me. And you know I don’t turn down a challenge… especially when it’s this tempting.” He reached his hand over the table, grabbed Danny by his collar and pulled him halfway over the table, causing his foot to sink more snugly against Danny’s tender areas.
Danny held a breath. He could feel himself getting hard.
“You’ll go to Mac’s car, he’ll drive you to his place.”
Don waited, and Danny nodded before he even realised what he was doing.
“Good. I’ll go get some stuff on the way and meet you there. Mac will get you ready for us.”
This time Danny nodded automatically. The slow friction on his crotch was wreaking havoc on his mind.
“Since you’re our friend…” Don grinned at him like a predator, who has just caught his prey. “… you get to watch." He paused and grinned crookedly. "Watch and learn.”
Danny nodded again. Watching didn’t sound too bad. Don wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he didn’t want to risk having the blue-eye’s wrath on him, even if it meant that he wouldn’t be able to look his boss in the eye for weeks. Don’s eyes seemed to turn into a darker shade of blue.
“I promise we won’t touch you unless you beg for it.” He let go of Danny’s collar and leaned back against the backrest, lounging bonelessly like an oversized feline. “But trust me, Danny…”
Danny swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. The bulge in his jeans was throbbing almost painfully.
“… you will be begging.”
Chapter 2/3 (NC-17)