All That Really Matters - NC17 - Lindsay/Don - OneShot
Title: All That Really Matters
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Lindsay/Don, Danny
Word Count: 981
Summary: Danny gets the surprise of his life when he pops over to his buddy Flack's place for a visit.
All That Really Matters
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Finally, a day off. Danny's got an extra large pepperoni in one hand a sack of beer in the other. He uses his extra key, the just in case emergency one that Flack gave him a couple years back to get in and lays the food on the counter, the beer making a clink as they met the marble top. His brow furrows as he looks around, searching for his buddy and finding an empty apartment. He knows Flack didn't have anything to do today; when he called earlier, he just said he was taking a day to himself to relax. They'd had a long, hard case that they finally wrapped up and Danny figured hell, why not celebrate a little? There was a game on and the pizza was still hot, so he walked over to Don's without calling first. Now he's thinking it mighta been a little dumb on his part. But then he heard a noise and he figured, hey, maybe Don's just in the john, so he goes on back to see the bedroom door wide open and nearly passed right by it to rap on the bathroom door. But then he realized that noise was coming from inside and Don isn't alone, not in the least.
From his vantage point, Danny can see Flack laid out in his bed, nothing but a plain sheet and a beautiful brunette covering his lower half. He doesn't mean to watch but he's taken off guard and his eyes are glued to the beauty riding him like she's his own little mechanical bull. She was arched over him, her arms on either side of his head, bracing herself as her hips rock up and down, back and forth, around and around, giving it to him for all she's worth, her back flexing with exertion.
Don's face is twisted with pleasure, his eyes closed, his neck strained, his torso taut as he lays beneath her. His arm is between them, obviously playing with her clit or finger buried deep inside next to his cock, his bicep flexing as he twisted his wrist around. Their moaning mixed in the air, her whimpering and crying his name out hoarsely. And Flack leaned up abruptly, capturing her breast with his mouth, suckling it tenderly while his hand cups the other one, stroking her rosy center. She leans into his mouth, her hips losing their rhythm for just a moment as she whimpers before she finds it again and she's right back to enveloping him deep inside of her. Don bites her nipple lightly before trailing his tongue upward and kissing her neck, burying his face against her hair.
"Fuck, baby, yeah," he mumbles against her throat, groaning and gripping her tighter.
His hands ran down her back, cup her ass beneath the sheet and draw her closer against him, filling her harder and deeper than before. She doesn't mind, instead letting her hips speed up, wrapping her arms around him as she kisses down his face, teeth clamping around his earlobe as she cries, "Yes, yes, yes..."
Flack's hand ran up her sides, wrapping around the back of her shoulders before he was leaning back once more, falling to the bed. His mystery woman bent forward, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss that had their hips slowing down, their lips becoming the focus of their attention. Don's hand ran up and down her spine a few strokes before wrapping around the back of her neck, fingers burying in her chestnut curls. Their mouths part, panting. "Come for me, cowboy," she murmurs against his lips.
And something clicks in Danny's head in that second, his brows raising and his head tipping to one side. He stares a little harder at the woman on top of his friend; at the hair and the shape of her. He forces himself to be professional about it rather than taking in her pert breasts and round butt. And he realizes quickly just who it is, as her head falls to one side, hair falling with it, exposing the side of her face. Even with flushed cheeks and puffy lips, glazed eyes and a smirk that's far too mischievous for the country girl he knows, he sees Montana right then.
Don's arm snakes between them once more, does something to her heat to make her mouth fall open and a guttural whimper escape her.
"You're gonna be comin' for me first, Linds," Don replies, kissing her with ease that's obvious he's done this with her more than once. That's he fluent in all things Lindsay; he knows her body and her thoughts and what's going on in that beautiful heart of hers.
And Danny turns away abruptly, shakes his head, wonders why he never saw it before. Why he ignored it all this time. He nearly runs out of the apartment, but turns back to grab the pizza and beer because he doesn't want them to know he saw, he doesn't want them to know he knows. Cause hell, he doesn't want himself to know he knows. He locks the door, makes his way back to his empty apartment and sighs as he falls into an armchair, running his hand over his face. He can't get the vision of her out of his head, of her beautiful, curvy body writhing above Don, taking him inside of her, loving his body with her own. He cracks a beer and downs it in one go. He's gonna get wasted and then he's gonna call up his buddy Flack, ask him if he wants to hang out, and then he's gonna find out if there's any special woman in his life. If the answer comes up no, he's gonna clock him, but if the answers yes, he's gonna know that his Montana has a good guy and that's all that really matters.
Author's Note: I'm still writing the third part to my other Lindsay/Monroe story - "Not Ever," so stay tuned for that. Hope you enjoyed this! Luv yas - Fina!