early Monday morning, Lindsay and Danny's place
Danny couldn't sleep, again. This was really starting to get on his nerves. And it wasn't like he wasn't completely exhausted, because he was. Sleep just wasn't coming.
He leaned over to brush a kiss over Lindsay's lips before tugging the covers up around her and sliding out of bed. He snagged a pair of boxers from the dresser, trying to be as quiet as possible as he padded out of the bedroom and towards the patio. Manged to be almost entirely successful too, at least until he smashed right into a hard body in the middle of the living room. "Flack?" he asked warily, his hands automatically going up in defense.
"Yeah. It's me."
Danny dropped his hands, letting out a sigh. "Take it you couldn't sleep, either?"
Flack let out a hollow laugh in reply and motioned to the patio door. "Figured I'd get some air, a smoke. Usually works."
"Usually, huh?" Danny reached over to mess with Don's hair before pausing and cupping the back of his neck, pulling him into a slow kiss.
Flack made a soft sound against Danny's lips, closing his eyes as he tasted the other man before pulling back. "You get me worked up, I'm definitely not getting any sleep."
"Hey, I'm the one who has to sleep to thoughts of you and Lindsay kissing," Danny muttered jealously as he grabbed a blanket. He wrapped it around his shoulders and let Don outside, closing the door behind them.
Flack swallowed and pulled out his pack of smokes, lighting one. "What, now you're jealous?"
"No.."
"Liar." He sat down in a chair, sucking lightly on his cigarette before blowing out the smoke. Reaching out, he grabbed one of the other chairs and pulled it up next to his. "Sit."
"Tellin' me what to do, Donny?" Danny asked with a sarcastic lilt to his voice. He sat down obediently and tugged the blanket over both of them, his head resting on Don's shoulder. "Montana's teasing me about getting a hammock. I think she just wants to see me fallin' on my ass."
Flack snorted. "Always fun. Wouldn't mind watching the two of you getting in and out of it. While I sit over here and just laugh."
"Like she would be doing." Danny grinned, reaching over to take Flack's hand and taking a drag of the smoke.
Flack laughed softly and pressed a kiss to the top of Danny's head. "Yeah? She and I aren't so different then. That what's making you jealous?"
"Not jealous, dammit."
"Is it because she can do whatever she wants with me and you can't? Because I'm letting her do it, but not letting you do anymore than what we've been doing when she's not around?"
"Don."
"That's it. That's what it is." Flack said softly, incredulously. "Fuck, Messer, all you gotta do is ask her."
Danny frowned, grabbing the collar of Don's collar and tugging him into a hungry, frustrated kiss, his fingers flexing and clinging. He heard the moan rip from Don's throat, Don's hands dragging over his arms, his shoulders before cupping Danny's face.
Finally, they broke apart, both of them panting slightly. Danny was the first one to speak, his voice rough. "I know. I have to. Just.. fuck, Don, how the hell do I tell her she needs to give me permission?"
"You'll figure it out," Don murmured, giving Danny a much softer kiss this time. "Before she goes to work. Before you're alone with me again, because if you get to jealous, you're going to ruin this thing. And you know it. And that sc- worries you."
Danny swallowed, his hand drawing a jittery pattern along Don's thigh. "Know me too damn well."
"So does she. So do it. You'll feel better."
"Peer pressure, Donny. Isn't that what you called it the last time I pounced you and you were all awkward about it?"
Flack smirked and pulled Danny close, his arms tight around the smaller man. "Doesn't count, when it's me sayin' it."
He leaned over to brush a kiss over Lindsay's lips before tugging the covers up around her and sliding out of bed. He snagged a pair of boxers from the dresser, trying to be as quiet as possible as he padded out of the bedroom and towards the patio. Manged to be almost entirely successful too, at least until he smashed right into a hard body in the middle of the living room. "Flack?" he asked warily, his hands automatically going up in defense.
"Yeah. It's me."
Danny dropped his hands, letting out a sigh. "Take it you couldn't sleep, either?"
Flack let out a hollow laugh in reply and motioned to the patio door. "Figured I'd get some air, a smoke. Usually works."
"Usually, huh?" Danny reached over to mess with Don's hair before pausing and cupping the back of his neck, pulling him into a slow kiss.
Flack made a soft sound against Danny's lips, closing his eyes as he tasted the other man before pulling back. "You get me worked up, I'm definitely not getting any sleep."
"Hey, I'm the one who has to sleep to thoughts of you and Lindsay kissing," Danny muttered jealously as he grabbed a blanket. He wrapped it around his shoulders and let Don outside, closing the door behind them.
Flack swallowed and pulled out his pack of smokes, lighting one. "What, now you're jealous?"
"No.."
"Liar." He sat down in a chair, sucking lightly on his cigarette before blowing out the smoke. Reaching out, he grabbed one of the other chairs and pulled it up next to his. "Sit."
"Tellin' me what to do, Donny?" Danny asked with a sarcastic lilt to his voice. He sat down obediently and tugged the blanket over both of them, his head resting on Don's shoulder. "Montana's teasing me about getting a hammock. I think she just wants to see me fallin' on my ass."
Flack snorted. "Always fun. Wouldn't mind watching the two of you getting in and out of it. While I sit over here and just laugh."
"Like she would be doing." Danny grinned, reaching over to take Flack's hand and taking a drag of the smoke.
Flack laughed softly and pressed a kiss to the top of Danny's head. "Yeah? She and I aren't so different then. That what's making you jealous?"
"Not jealous, dammit."
"Is it because she can do whatever she wants with me and you can't? Because I'm letting her do it, but not letting you do anymore than what we've been doing when she's not around?"
"Don."
"That's it. That's what it is." Flack said softly, incredulously. "Fuck, Messer, all you gotta do is ask her."
Danny frowned, grabbing the collar of Don's collar and tugging him into a hungry, frustrated kiss, his fingers flexing and clinging. He heard the moan rip from Don's throat, Don's hands dragging over his arms, his shoulders before cupping Danny's face.
Finally, they broke apart, both of them panting slightly. Danny was the first one to speak, his voice rough. "I know. I have to. Just.. fuck, Don, how the hell do I tell her she needs to give me permission?"
"You'll figure it out," Don murmured, giving Danny a much softer kiss this time. "Before she goes to work. Before you're alone with me again, because if you get to jealous, you're going to ruin this thing. And you know it. And that sc- worries you."
Danny swallowed, his hand drawing a jittery pattern along Don's thigh. "Know me too damn well."
"So does she. So do it. You'll feel better."
"Peer pressure, Donny. Isn't that what you called it the last time I pounced you and you were all awkward about it?"
Flack smirked and pulled Danny close, his arms tight around the smaller man. "Doesn't count, when it's me sayin' it."