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This was only going to be a nice little porny ficlet, a breath of fresh air while I was working on the novel. It got completely out of hand.
I suspect it's the start of a new, porny little series.
title: And Wake Up Brand New
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: Danny tastes like flesh and musk, like sin and sex.
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al.
Flack wakes up because he’s cold. The sheet is tangled down by his ankles and a draft of air from the open window raises gooseflesh across his bare skin.
Flack is cold because Danny has kicked the sheet down around their ankles.
Danny’s sound asleep, stretched out on his stomach with his head turned toward Flack. Early morning light creeps into the room. Danny’s face is relaxed, and it makes him look young. Flack props himself up on an elbow and puzzles over this new development. He’s used to seeing Danny wound up like a top, and this is different, this sleeping Danny. This makes Flack want to reach out and slide his palm along the graceful line of Danny’s back.
He and Danny have been screwing around for several months now; Danny’s even fucked him a few times. This is the first time Danny has spent the night.
Flack lets his eyes wander down the smooth expanse of Danny’s back and decides to take advantage of the situation. He shifts closer and brushes his lips against Danny’s shoulder. Danny doesn’t stir, and Flack moves down his body. Danny’s skin is sleepwarm. Flack presses his mouth more firmly to the small of Danny’s back, and Danny’s breath hitches. Flack shifts on the bed, getting himself into better position. He slides his hands down to Danny’s ass, squeezing gently.
Danny shifts his head and makes a sleepy noise.
Flack spreads Danny’s cheeks and licks a broad stripe across his hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Danny’s voice is low and raspy.
Flack grins and teases the delicate skin with the tip of his tongue. Danny tastes like flesh and musk, like sin and sex. He sounds like sex, too.
“Oh,” Danny says, and his hips twitch. “Oh,” he says with each breath, a rough and surprised sound. Flack teases some more, flicking his tongue against Danny in too-brief touches. “Please,” Danny says, voice breaking, and Flack wonders if no one’s bothered to rim Danny before or if Danny’s never been patient enough to let it happen. Flack licks more firmly, feeling Danny flex beneath his mouth. Danny grunts, pushing himself down against the bed then back onto Flack’s tongue. The needy sounds that Danny is making go straight to Flack’s dick, and Flack shifts just enough that he can grind against the mattress. Danny grunts again, shoving back for more, and Flack groans. He knew Danny would be like this.
Flack turns his head to bite Danny’s asscheek, and Danny gasps. Flack rubs his morning stubble against the mark, then sucks on the reddened flesh while he teases Danny with a fingertip, stroking around his hole.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Danny sounds broken now, and he’s clenching the pillow in his arms. Flack looks up at the play of muscles across Danny’s back. “Please,” Danny says.
Flack spreads Danny’s cheeks again, and this time he doesn’t tease. Danny gasps and bucks his hips, but Flack has him fairly well pinned to the bed. Flack pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and Danny groans, low and earth-shattering. It’s good, so good, the strung out sound of Danny voice. Flack’s cock is leaking, but he ignores it for the time being, steadily fucking Danny’s ass with his tongue.
Once Flack’s mouth starts to ache and his tongue starts to go numb, once Danny’s practically sobbing into the pillow, Flack slides a spit-slick finger into him. Danny starts pushing back after a minute, and Flack carefully adds another finger, going for Danny’s prostate. He presses it firmly, and Danny pushes back so hard, he lifts his hips off the bed.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Danny’s chanting, and he sounds scared. Flack pauses, gently moving his fingers inside of Danny, and he presses his mouth to the small of Danny’s back just to taste the sweat there.
“Danny?” he asks, grabbing the base of his own dick, trying to cool himself down.
Danny’s breath is ragged, shoulders heaving, and Flack’s about to pull his fingers out. He’s going to pull his fingers out, roll Danny over, and finish him off with a nice blow job, but Danny’s voice stops him.
“Oh, god,” Danny says, shuddering. “Do it, fuck me.”
Flack takes a deep breath, squeezing his own dick again. “Yeah,” he says and pulls his fingers out carefully so he can go for the lube. Slicking himself up gives him a chance to get it under control, then he’s pressing his cock to the cleft of Danny’s ass. The muscles of Danny’s back knot, and it hits Flack square in the chest-Danny hasn’t done this before.
Flack strokes his hands down Danny’s sides and tilts Danny’s hips to a better angle. Danny shudders, and Flack rubs the head of his cock against Danny’s hole.
“Danny?” Flack asks again, softly, and Danny shoves his hips back.
“Goddamn it, Flack,” Danny says. “Yes.”
Flack forces himself to breathe as he lines up and guides he head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Danny whines and tries to push back, but Flack holds him still until they’ve both had time to adjust. Slowly, Danny relaxes. The worst of the tension drains from his body, and Flack starts to slowly push in. Then he’s all the way there, balls snug against Danny’s body, and he stretches out so they’re skin to skin everywhere that Flack can reach. Flack bites the base of Danny’s neck, and Danny arches.
Flack starts to move slowly, in long thrusts that blend into one another, and Danny melts beneath him. Flack cants his hips; Danny’s breath hitches. It’s an incredible high, being able to play Danny’s body like this. Danny makes a startled little “oh” with each thrust. Flack lowers his head again and just breathes against the back of Danny’s neck.
The pleasure builds slowly, but after a while Flack pulls Danny up onto his hands and knees. Danny stays on his hands for only a moment before dropping back to his elbows and laying his forehead against the bed. Flack runs his hands across Danny’s broad, bowed back and sets a quicker pace. Danny rocks back into it, still making those beautiful broken sounds, and Flack reaches for him. Danny’s balls are heavy, and his cock is leaking. Flack rubs his thumb through the precome and starts jacking Danny in counterpoint to his own thrusts.
“Oh,” Danny says, even more breathless than before, then he groans deep in his chest. His body jerks and tightens, and he’s coming hard in Flack’s hand. Flack watches his whole upper body flush and continues to fuck him gently through it. Danny moans again and goes completely boneless. Flack slides in even deeper and holds tightly to Danny’s hips. He picks up his pace thrusting hard and erratic, then his own orgasm rushes up and over him.
After he’s come down, Flack carefully pulls out of Danny and rolls over onto his back. Danny turns his head. He looks flushed and a little shell shocked, his hair sweat-damp and sticking up. Flack pulls him closer, and Danny doesn’t resist.
“So,” Flack says and stops. His stomach bottoms out.
“Yeah.” Danny arches like a cat and slides a leg up over Flack’s hip.
Flack needs to hear it but doesn’t want to ask. Instead he slides a hand up to cup the back of Danny’s head, carding his fingers through Danny’s hair.
Danny clears his throat. “Never done that before,” he says, voice mock casual.
Flack hums. “Did you like it?” he asks. He’d rather know now if Danny’s going to freak out.
Danny sighs. His fingertips trace a pattern on Flack’s stomach. Flack can feel himself starting to tense, and he’s sure that Danny can feel it too. Danny’s hand stills.
“I did,” Danny says. He sounds speculative, like he hasn’t processed everything yet, but Flack relaxes a little. He knew Danny was fine with the basic concept of fuckbuddies, but getting fucked for the first time is a whole other ballpark. Danny sighs again. Flack can’t believe they’re almost talking about this.
“That’s good,” Flack says and feels kind of like a dick.
“No, it is good, it was good,” Danny says, and Flack can hear the tension in his voice. “Different, but good.”
“Yeah.” Flack clears his throat. “I certainly enjoy it. I mean, both sides of the experience.” Flack presses his mouth shut and really feels like a dick now.
They’re silent. Then Danny snickers and digs his fingers into Flack’s ribs.
“Hey,” Flack says and swats and Danny’s hand.
Danny just laughs harder. Flack tightens the arm he has around Danny’s shoulders and starts laughing too. Danny elbows Flack in the ribs, then climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Flack’s laughing helplessly now, and Danny pretty easily pins Flack’s arms above his head. The dogtags on Danny’s necklace fall forward and land in the hollow of Flack’s throat. Somehow, Danny stops laughing and tries to look serious, but this just makes Flack laugh even harder until Danny leans down to kiss him soundly.
“Okay,” Danny says against Flack’s lips. “You’re good, and I’m good. Can we never try to talk about things ever again?”
Flack snickers one last time but nods. He squirms beneath Danny, not really trying to break free, and he sighs when Danny kisses him again.
I suspect it's the start of a new, porny little series.
title: And Wake Up Brand New
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: Danny tastes like flesh and musk, like sin and sex.
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al.
Flack wakes up because he’s cold. The sheet is tangled down by his ankles and a draft of air from the open window raises gooseflesh across his bare skin.
Flack is cold because Danny has kicked the sheet down around their ankles.
Danny’s sound asleep, stretched out on his stomach with his head turned toward Flack. Early morning light creeps into the room. Danny’s face is relaxed, and it makes him look young. Flack props himself up on an elbow and puzzles over this new development. He’s used to seeing Danny wound up like a top, and this is different, this sleeping Danny. This makes Flack want to reach out and slide his palm along the graceful line of Danny’s back.
He and Danny have been screwing around for several months now; Danny’s even fucked him a few times. This is the first time Danny has spent the night.
Flack lets his eyes wander down the smooth expanse of Danny’s back and decides to take advantage of the situation. He shifts closer and brushes his lips against Danny’s shoulder. Danny doesn’t stir, and Flack moves down his body. Danny’s skin is sleepwarm. Flack presses his mouth more firmly to the small of Danny’s back, and Danny’s breath hitches. Flack shifts on the bed, getting himself into better position. He slides his hands down to Danny’s ass, squeezing gently.
Danny shifts his head and makes a sleepy noise.
Flack spreads Danny’s cheeks and licks a broad stripe across his hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Danny’s voice is low and raspy.
Flack grins and teases the delicate skin with the tip of his tongue. Danny tastes like flesh and musk, like sin and sex. He sounds like sex, too.
“Oh,” Danny says, and his hips twitch. “Oh,” he says with each breath, a rough and surprised sound. Flack teases some more, flicking his tongue against Danny in too-brief touches. “Please,” Danny says, voice breaking, and Flack wonders if no one’s bothered to rim Danny before or if Danny’s never been patient enough to let it happen. Flack licks more firmly, feeling Danny flex beneath his mouth. Danny grunts, pushing himself down against the bed then back onto Flack’s tongue. The needy sounds that Danny is making go straight to Flack’s dick, and Flack shifts just enough that he can grind against the mattress. Danny grunts again, shoving back for more, and Flack groans. He knew Danny would be like this.
Flack turns his head to bite Danny’s asscheek, and Danny gasps. Flack rubs his morning stubble against the mark, then sucks on the reddened flesh while he teases Danny with a fingertip, stroking around his hole.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Danny sounds broken now, and he’s clenching the pillow in his arms. Flack looks up at the play of muscles across Danny’s back. “Please,” Danny says.
Flack spreads Danny’s cheeks again, and this time he doesn’t tease. Danny gasps and bucks his hips, but Flack has him fairly well pinned to the bed. Flack pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and Danny groans, low and earth-shattering. It’s good, so good, the strung out sound of Danny voice. Flack’s cock is leaking, but he ignores it for the time being, steadily fucking Danny’s ass with his tongue.
Once Flack’s mouth starts to ache and his tongue starts to go numb, once Danny’s practically sobbing into the pillow, Flack slides a spit-slick finger into him. Danny starts pushing back after a minute, and Flack carefully adds another finger, going for Danny’s prostate. He presses it firmly, and Danny pushes back so hard, he lifts his hips off the bed.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Danny’s chanting, and he sounds scared. Flack pauses, gently moving his fingers inside of Danny, and he presses his mouth to the small of Danny’s back just to taste the sweat there.
“Danny?” he asks, grabbing the base of his own dick, trying to cool himself down.
Danny’s breath is ragged, shoulders heaving, and Flack’s about to pull his fingers out. He’s going to pull his fingers out, roll Danny over, and finish him off with a nice blow job, but Danny’s voice stops him.
“Oh, god,” Danny says, shuddering. “Do it, fuck me.”
Flack takes a deep breath, squeezing his own dick again. “Yeah,” he says and pulls his fingers out carefully so he can go for the lube. Slicking himself up gives him a chance to get it under control, then he’s pressing his cock to the cleft of Danny’s ass. The muscles of Danny’s back knot, and it hits Flack square in the chest-Danny hasn’t done this before.
Flack strokes his hands down Danny’s sides and tilts Danny’s hips to a better angle. Danny shudders, and Flack rubs the head of his cock against Danny’s hole.
“Danny?” Flack asks again, softly, and Danny shoves his hips back.
“Goddamn it, Flack,” Danny says. “Yes.”
Flack forces himself to breathe as he lines up and guides he head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Danny whines and tries to push back, but Flack holds him still until they’ve both had time to adjust. Slowly, Danny relaxes. The worst of the tension drains from his body, and Flack starts to slowly push in. Then he’s all the way there, balls snug against Danny’s body, and he stretches out so they’re skin to skin everywhere that Flack can reach. Flack bites the base of Danny’s neck, and Danny arches.
Flack starts to move slowly, in long thrusts that blend into one another, and Danny melts beneath him. Flack cants his hips; Danny’s breath hitches. It’s an incredible high, being able to play Danny’s body like this. Danny makes a startled little “oh” with each thrust. Flack lowers his head again and just breathes against the back of Danny’s neck.
The pleasure builds slowly, but after a while Flack pulls Danny up onto his hands and knees. Danny stays on his hands for only a moment before dropping back to his elbows and laying his forehead against the bed. Flack runs his hands across Danny’s broad, bowed back and sets a quicker pace. Danny rocks back into it, still making those beautiful broken sounds, and Flack reaches for him. Danny’s balls are heavy, and his cock is leaking. Flack rubs his thumb through the precome and starts jacking Danny in counterpoint to his own thrusts.
“Oh,” Danny says, even more breathless than before, then he groans deep in his chest. His body jerks and tightens, and he’s coming hard in Flack’s hand. Flack watches his whole upper body flush and continues to fuck him gently through it. Danny moans again and goes completely boneless. Flack slides in even deeper and holds tightly to Danny’s hips. He picks up his pace thrusting hard and erratic, then his own orgasm rushes up and over him.
After he’s come down, Flack carefully pulls out of Danny and rolls over onto his back. Danny turns his head. He looks flushed and a little shell shocked, his hair sweat-damp and sticking up. Flack pulls him closer, and Danny doesn’t resist.
“So,” Flack says and stops. His stomach bottoms out.
“Yeah.” Danny arches like a cat and slides a leg up over Flack’s hip.
Flack needs to hear it but doesn’t want to ask. Instead he slides a hand up to cup the back of Danny’s head, carding his fingers through Danny’s hair.
Danny clears his throat. “Never done that before,” he says, voice mock casual.
Flack hums. “Did you like it?” he asks. He’d rather know now if Danny’s going to freak out.
Danny sighs. His fingertips trace a pattern on Flack’s stomach. Flack can feel himself starting to tense, and he’s sure that Danny can feel it too. Danny’s hand stills.
“I did,” Danny says. He sounds speculative, like he hasn’t processed everything yet, but Flack relaxes a little. He knew Danny was fine with the basic concept of fuckbuddies, but getting fucked for the first time is a whole other ballpark. Danny sighs again. Flack can’t believe they’re almost talking about this.
“That’s good,” Flack says and feels kind of like a dick.
“No, it is good, it was good,” Danny says, and Flack can hear the tension in his voice. “Different, but good.”
“Yeah.” Flack clears his throat. “I certainly enjoy it. I mean, both sides of the experience.” Flack presses his mouth shut and really feels like a dick now.
They’re silent. Then Danny snickers and digs his fingers into Flack’s ribs.
“Hey,” Flack says and swats and Danny’s hand.
Danny just laughs harder. Flack tightens the arm he has around Danny’s shoulders and starts laughing too. Danny elbows Flack in the ribs, then climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Flack’s laughing helplessly now, and Danny pretty easily pins Flack’s arms above his head. The dogtags on Danny’s necklace fall forward and land in the hollow of Flack’s throat. Somehow, Danny stops laughing and tries to look serious, but this just makes Flack laugh even harder until Danny leans down to kiss him soundly.
“Okay,” Danny says against Flack’s lips. “You’re good, and I’m good. Can we never try to talk about things ever again?”
Flack snickers one last time but nods. He squirms beneath Danny, not really trying to break free, and he sighs when Danny kisses him again.