tactile
title: Tactile
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: A little while back, Flack discovered the key to having sex with Danny Messer.
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al
Flack keeps a close watch on Danny these days. Flack keeps a close watch on everybody as a general rule, but he’s more focused on Danny than usual because Danny has a huge gay freakout resting just beneath his skin and Flack’s not looking forward to taking the brunt of it.
Right now, they’ve got pizza and beer and the Giants game, and they’re sitting on the couch in Flack’s apartment-but not too close. Flack will only admit this in certain company, but he thinks that football is overrated. All the stopping and starting turns it into a slow game. Give him hockey any day. But football gives Flack plenty of time to track Danny’s body language as he slowly relaxes.
“Hey,” Flack says when the game is over. Danny’s slumped down into the couch, and he rolls his head toward Flack.
“Hey.”
Flack hesitates because as much as he wants to touch, he knows there will be a split-second where Danny flinches away. Flack reaches. His hand barely skims the side of Danny’s face. And there it is-Danny sits up more, brushing Flack’s hand away. Flack moves his hand forward again, deliberately. He runs the pad of his thumb across Danny’s lips, and Danny opens his mouth, sucking Flack’s thumb inside, swirling his tongue around it. Flack shudders, and teeth press lightly against his knuckle. Danny pulls back, leaves a whisper kiss at the heel of Flack’s hand, then takes Flack’s first two fingers into his mouth.
God damn Danny’s oral fixation.
Flack groans and slides his fingers in and out of Danny’s mouth. Danny’s eyes close. It’s not actually the gay thing or the guy thing, Flack thinks, because Danny sucks cock like a pro. It’s how badly Flack wants to kiss Danny right now, and how much Danny’s found he likes getting kissed, touched, fucked like this.
Flack slides his fingers all the way out of Danny’s mouth and cups the back of his neck. Danny keeps his eyes closed and stiffens just a little, but he kisses back when Flack’s mouth closes over his. He goes with it when Flack shifts them closer together.
Flack makes a happy noise when Danny’s tongue slips into his mouth, when the kiss melts into a long slide of heat. Flack likes kissing. So sue him. He sneaks a hand down to the hem of Danny’s shirt, then beneath to the small of Danny’s back. He strokes the stretch of skin there, and Danny’s hands come up, cupping Flack’s face as they kiss. Fingers curl restlessly around the back of Flack’s neck.
A little while back, Flack discovered the key to having sex with Danny Messer. Danny is incredibly touch-starved but won’t let himself do anything about it. If you can distract him enough to get around that…
Flack shifts the hand he has at the small of Danny’s back and ends up with a lapful of very horny Danny. As planned. Flack relaxes, happy to let Danny push him down and control the kiss, which gets more and more intense until Flack is gasping against Danny’s mouth.
Danny smiles; his teeth graze Flack’s jawline. His fingers thread into Flack’s hair, and he pulls Flack’s head back. Flack spreads his hands on Danny’s waist and goes with it, exposing his neck further. Danny’s lips tease over his pulsepoint before he starts to nibble and suck, and Flack writhes beneath him.
“Fuck,” Flack says, digging his fingers into Danny’s back.
“You like that?” Danny asks, then rubs his stubble against Flack’s neck.
Flack whines, and thankfully Danny takes it for a yes. He’s never shown any interest in marking Flack before, but this-Flack is really good with this.
When it’s almost too much, Danny backs off and pulls Flack’s shirt up and over his head. He rakes his nail down Flack’s chest and yanks Flack’s pants open. Flack’s a little dazed still, and he starts to protest when Danny sinks to the floor. He gets Danny’s shirt off, but then Danny manages to pull Flack’s pants down to mid-thigh and mouth Flack’s cock through his underwear.
“Okay,” Flack says, and his eyes roll back. The wet and heat of Danny’s mouth is blunted by the cotton, perfect and frustrating. He can go with this.
Danny sucks and licks, wetting the cotton, and Flack fists his hands against the couch cushion. He wants more, but he has to wait. It’ll be better if he waits. Danny’s tongue presses through the cotton against the head of Flack’s cock.
Slowly, Danny peels down the waistband of Flack’s underwear until the head of his cock is free. The shock of Danny’s tongue makes Flack gasp and his hips twist. He’s trapped where he is by his pants, though. Danny slowly frees the rest of Flack’s cock, licking as he does so, then Flack’s balls, mouthing them as well, taking his time. Flack’s knuckles ache with the urge to touch. Danny licks a broad stripe up the underside of Flack’s cock, and again. Flack watches him with half-lidded eyes. Finally Danny fists the base of Flack’s cock and begins to suck in earnest.
Finally, finally.
Danny bobs his head, getting into it, and Flack lets his hand card through Danny’s hair. Danny pauses, tongue still, then starts to suck again. Flack strokes Danny’s neck and shoulders, cups Danny’s head. Before long Danny’s arching into the touch. He hums when Flack rubs the nape of his neck.
Flack tightens his fingers in Danny’s hair-partly because he’s getting close and partly because it’s easier for Danny to rationalize this kind of touch. Danny takes him deeper, and Flack adjusts the pace with a slight bit of pressure on Danny’s head.
Flack comes in a white hot rush, one hand clenched in Danny’s hair, the other on Danny’s shoulder. Danny gentles him through it, then rests his head on Flack’s thigh. Flack’s fingers trace over the side of Danny’s face.
When Flack has caught his breath, he moves, pulling his pants back up and sinking to the floor, stretching Danny out in the narrow space between the couch and the coffee table. He lies on his side next to Danny, unfastens Danny’s jeans and starts stroking him slowly. Danny’s cock is hard and flushed and fits nicely in Flack’s hand. Danny sighs and arches. Flack watches his eyes drift closed, watches him bite his lip, then kisses him deeply. Danny moans into Flack’s mouth and hooks a hand behind his neck. He relaxes completely and lets Flack fuck him with his tongue.
Danny comes silently, body suddenly tight, hand in Flack’s hair. Flack holds him.
After, Flack relaxes and drops half on top of Danny, not caring that he’s getting come on himself. Danny’s huff of laughter is warm on Flack’s neck.
“Don, there’s barely enough room here for both of us.” Danny squirms a little, but one arm comes around Flack’s waist.
“And?” Flack asks, turning his face into Danny’s neck.
“And? And I think now would be a good time for you to get off me.” Danny’s fingers are counting their way up Flack’s vertebrae, though, and it’s nice. Flack isn’t going anywhere while Danny’s doing something nice.
Flack hums. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” He wraps himself a little more tightly around Danny for emphasis.
“Are you part octopus by any chance?” Danny asks. His fingers tickle the back of Flack’s neck.
“Yep,” Flack says. Danny laughs. They’re quiet for a minute. Then Danny squirms again, and Flack thinks he’ll have to get up now because it isn’t very comfortable here on the floor.
“Do you still think I’m going to freak out?” Danny asks quietly.
Flack hides his face more tightly against Danny’s neck. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, I don’t know either.” Danny’s voice is a little strange. Flack finds the courage to draw back just far enough that they can look at each other. Danny’s frowning but thoughtful. “I haven’t really, not yet. So I might not.”
“Yeah,” Flack says. They’re so close their lips are almost touching.
Danny blinks a few times, his frown deepening.
“What?” Flack asks.
“Nothing.”
Flack smiles and nips at Danny’s lower lip. “What?”
Danny sighs. “Why do you touch me so much?”
“Because I like to.” Flack skims his hand down Danny’s side. Danny tries to look annoyed but does a bad job of it.
“I’m not used to it,” Danny says.
“I noticed.”
“I don’t do this.”
“Except for when you kind of do.” Flack nuzzles back against Danny’s neck, and Danny’s hand automatically strokes up Flack’s back. “See?”
Danny laughs but it sounds a little exasperated. Flack moves up onto his elbows and looks down at Danny. “Anyone ever tell you that you think too much?” He gives Danny a short kiss then hauls himself up to his feet.
“Yeah.” Danny sits up and runs a hand through his hair. “Seems like you’re telling me that one all the time.”
“Well, you do,” Flack says and gives Danny a hand up. Danny wavers for a minute, like he can’t decide if he wants to give up that skin to skin contact after all. He sits on the couch and pulls Flack down with him, down to lean against his chest.
“Want to see if there’s a movie on?” Danny reaches for the remote. His hand is trembling slightly. “See, this is me not freaking out?”
“Yeah,” Flack says and threads their fingers together. “Yeah.”
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: A little while back, Flack discovered the key to having sex with Danny Messer.
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al
Flack keeps a close watch on Danny these days. Flack keeps a close watch on everybody as a general rule, but he’s more focused on Danny than usual because Danny has a huge gay freakout resting just beneath his skin and Flack’s not looking forward to taking the brunt of it.
Right now, they’ve got pizza and beer and the Giants game, and they’re sitting on the couch in Flack’s apartment-but not too close. Flack will only admit this in certain company, but he thinks that football is overrated. All the stopping and starting turns it into a slow game. Give him hockey any day. But football gives Flack plenty of time to track Danny’s body language as he slowly relaxes.
“Hey,” Flack says when the game is over. Danny’s slumped down into the couch, and he rolls his head toward Flack.
“Hey.”
Flack hesitates because as much as he wants to touch, he knows there will be a split-second where Danny flinches away. Flack reaches. His hand barely skims the side of Danny’s face. And there it is-Danny sits up more, brushing Flack’s hand away. Flack moves his hand forward again, deliberately. He runs the pad of his thumb across Danny’s lips, and Danny opens his mouth, sucking Flack’s thumb inside, swirling his tongue around it. Flack shudders, and teeth press lightly against his knuckle. Danny pulls back, leaves a whisper kiss at the heel of Flack’s hand, then takes Flack’s first two fingers into his mouth.
God damn Danny’s oral fixation.
Flack groans and slides his fingers in and out of Danny’s mouth. Danny’s eyes close. It’s not actually the gay thing or the guy thing, Flack thinks, because Danny sucks cock like a pro. It’s how badly Flack wants to kiss Danny right now, and how much Danny’s found he likes getting kissed, touched, fucked like this.
Flack slides his fingers all the way out of Danny’s mouth and cups the back of his neck. Danny keeps his eyes closed and stiffens just a little, but he kisses back when Flack’s mouth closes over his. He goes with it when Flack shifts them closer together.
Flack makes a happy noise when Danny’s tongue slips into his mouth, when the kiss melts into a long slide of heat. Flack likes kissing. So sue him. He sneaks a hand down to the hem of Danny’s shirt, then beneath to the small of Danny’s back. He strokes the stretch of skin there, and Danny’s hands come up, cupping Flack’s face as they kiss. Fingers curl restlessly around the back of Flack’s neck.
A little while back, Flack discovered the key to having sex with Danny Messer. Danny is incredibly touch-starved but won’t let himself do anything about it. If you can distract him enough to get around that…
Flack shifts the hand he has at the small of Danny’s back and ends up with a lapful of very horny Danny. As planned. Flack relaxes, happy to let Danny push him down and control the kiss, which gets more and more intense until Flack is gasping against Danny’s mouth.
Danny smiles; his teeth graze Flack’s jawline. His fingers thread into Flack’s hair, and he pulls Flack’s head back. Flack spreads his hands on Danny’s waist and goes with it, exposing his neck further. Danny’s lips tease over his pulsepoint before he starts to nibble and suck, and Flack writhes beneath him.
“Fuck,” Flack says, digging his fingers into Danny’s back.
“You like that?” Danny asks, then rubs his stubble against Flack’s neck.
Flack whines, and thankfully Danny takes it for a yes. He’s never shown any interest in marking Flack before, but this-Flack is really good with this.
When it’s almost too much, Danny backs off and pulls Flack’s shirt up and over his head. He rakes his nail down Flack’s chest and yanks Flack’s pants open. Flack’s a little dazed still, and he starts to protest when Danny sinks to the floor. He gets Danny’s shirt off, but then Danny manages to pull Flack’s pants down to mid-thigh and mouth Flack’s cock through his underwear.
“Okay,” Flack says, and his eyes roll back. The wet and heat of Danny’s mouth is blunted by the cotton, perfect and frustrating. He can go with this.
Danny sucks and licks, wetting the cotton, and Flack fists his hands against the couch cushion. He wants more, but he has to wait. It’ll be better if he waits. Danny’s tongue presses through the cotton against the head of Flack’s cock.
Slowly, Danny peels down the waistband of Flack’s underwear until the head of his cock is free. The shock of Danny’s tongue makes Flack gasp and his hips twist. He’s trapped where he is by his pants, though. Danny slowly frees the rest of Flack’s cock, licking as he does so, then Flack’s balls, mouthing them as well, taking his time. Flack’s knuckles ache with the urge to touch. Danny licks a broad stripe up the underside of Flack’s cock, and again. Flack watches him with half-lidded eyes. Finally Danny fists the base of Flack’s cock and begins to suck in earnest.
Finally, finally.
Danny bobs his head, getting into it, and Flack lets his hand card through Danny’s hair. Danny pauses, tongue still, then starts to suck again. Flack strokes Danny’s neck and shoulders, cups Danny’s head. Before long Danny’s arching into the touch. He hums when Flack rubs the nape of his neck.
Flack tightens his fingers in Danny’s hair-partly because he’s getting close and partly because it’s easier for Danny to rationalize this kind of touch. Danny takes him deeper, and Flack adjusts the pace with a slight bit of pressure on Danny’s head.
Flack comes in a white hot rush, one hand clenched in Danny’s hair, the other on Danny’s shoulder. Danny gentles him through it, then rests his head on Flack’s thigh. Flack’s fingers trace over the side of Danny’s face.
When Flack has caught his breath, he moves, pulling his pants back up and sinking to the floor, stretching Danny out in the narrow space between the couch and the coffee table. He lies on his side next to Danny, unfastens Danny’s jeans and starts stroking him slowly. Danny’s cock is hard and flushed and fits nicely in Flack’s hand. Danny sighs and arches. Flack watches his eyes drift closed, watches him bite his lip, then kisses him deeply. Danny moans into Flack’s mouth and hooks a hand behind his neck. He relaxes completely and lets Flack fuck him with his tongue.
Danny comes silently, body suddenly tight, hand in Flack’s hair. Flack holds him.
After, Flack relaxes and drops half on top of Danny, not caring that he’s getting come on himself. Danny’s huff of laughter is warm on Flack’s neck.
“Don, there’s barely enough room here for both of us.” Danny squirms a little, but one arm comes around Flack’s waist.
“And?” Flack asks, turning his face into Danny’s neck.
“And? And I think now would be a good time for you to get off me.” Danny’s fingers are counting their way up Flack’s vertebrae, though, and it’s nice. Flack isn’t going anywhere while Danny’s doing something nice.
Flack hums. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” He wraps himself a little more tightly around Danny for emphasis.
“Are you part octopus by any chance?” Danny asks. His fingers tickle the back of Flack’s neck.
“Yep,” Flack says. Danny laughs. They’re quiet for a minute. Then Danny squirms again, and Flack thinks he’ll have to get up now because it isn’t very comfortable here on the floor.
“Do you still think I’m going to freak out?” Danny asks quietly.
Flack hides his face more tightly against Danny’s neck. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, I don’t know either.” Danny’s voice is a little strange. Flack finds the courage to draw back just far enough that they can look at each other. Danny’s frowning but thoughtful. “I haven’t really, not yet. So I might not.”
“Yeah,” Flack says. They’re so close their lips are almost touching.
Danny blinks a few times, his frown deepening.
“What?” Flack asks.
“Nothing.”
Flack smiles and nips at Danny’s lower lip. “What?”
Danny sighs. “Why do you touch me so much?”
“Because I like to.” Flack skims his hand down Danny’s side. Danny tries to look annoyed but does a bad job of it.
“I’m not used to it,” Danny says.
“I noticed.”
“I don’t do this.”
“Except for when you kind of do.” Flack nuzzles back against Danny’s neck, and Danny’s hand automatically strokes up Flack’s back. “See?”
Danny laughs but it sounds a little exasperated. Flack moves up onto his elbows and looks down at Danny. “Anyone ever tell you that you think too much?” He gives Danny a short kiss then hauls himself up to his feet.
“Yeah.” Danny sits up and runs a hand through his hair. “Seems like you’re telling me that one all the time.”
“Well, you do,” Flack says and gives Danny a hand up. Danny wavers for a minute, like he can’t decide if he wants to give up that skin to skin contact after all. He sits on the couch and pulls Flack down with him, down to lean against his chest.
“Want to see if there’s a movie on?” Danny reaches for the remote. His hand is trembling slightly. “See, this is me not freaking out?”
“Yeah,” Flack says and threads their fingers together. “Yeah.”