stagesoflove rounds three and four
:::porn ahoy:::
title: New Strategy
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: five rooms - bedroom
disclaim: me no own
Don’d talked his way out of the hospital as fast as he could. He had physical therapy every day and exercises to do at home and promises not to overexert himself. He also had Danny dropping by unannounced at all hours. When he was stuck in the hospital he’d given Danny a key, and he’d never gotten it back. He’d never asked for it back.
Of course, Danny sneaking into his bedroom wasn’t all that bad-though it did make not overexerting himself more difficult.
All of which explains why Don is stretched flat on his back, awed at the closed-eyed concentration on Danny’s face as he starts to lower onto Don’s cock.
Trembling, Don’s hands are trembling, rubbing Danny’s knee and thigh, twisting because the tight heat around only the head of his cock is both too little and too much.
Danny lifts up and shifts a little, then he shoves himself down all the way-hot and tight and pleasure so sharp Don can’t breathe. The concentration on Danny’s face breaks as he bites his lip, drawing air through his teeth, and Don knows it’s way too fast-knows that Danny will feel this all day tomorrow. Danny rolls his hips, rubbing Don’s balls with his ass.
It feels like Don has never been this far inside anybody, but he wishes he could get even closer to Danny, wishes his stomach muscles weren’t still shredded and he could sit up and wrap his arms around Danny.
Don whimpers when Danny tenses and raises himself up all the way before bringing himself down hard around Don again, and again, and then Danny whimpers, a helpless noise in the back of his throat, and ohfuck, he’s never heard Danny make that sound. Don arches and comes before he knows it’s happening-a knife through him and into Danny.
The first thought Don’s capable of involves trying to gauge which one of them is more surprised. The second is that Danny’s still hard.
Danny’s looking down at him, eyes wide and lips parted. His cock is flushed, arcing to his stomach. Don smooths his palms over the red welts he’s left on Danny’s legs, then tugs at Danny’s hips.
“C’mere.”
Danny crawls up the bed, kneeling over him, and Don guides him closer until he can get his mouth around Danny. After a moment he lets go of Danny’s cock to run his fingers between Danny’s cheeks and slip carefully inside. He leaves his other hand at the small of Danny’s back, balancing them both. His own cock twitches, and he never thought he’d be so turned on by this-lying prone while Danny fucks his mouth.
Danny’s clutching the headboard with white knuckles, whimpering with each short breath and shallow thrust-and he’s staring down at Don’s whole face-watching Don’s eyes and not just his cock sliding in and out of Don’s mouth. It’s too much. Don hollows his cheeks, sucking hard-and Danny comes with a startled thrust that almost makes Don choke, but he swallows and strokes the small of Danny’s back.
Danny lets out a breathless moan and collapses to the bed. Don works on catching his own breath and ignoring that he’s half-hard again.
Danny turns on his side, and as casual as he’s trying to look, his eyes are glazed over and dumb. “You, ah, didn’t strain anything right?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Don rests his hand on his stomach and takes a deep breath.
“Good.” Danny smirks. “Cause I’m pretty sure I did.”
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Written this afternoon upon seeing the second of June’s pic_fic prompts (not particularly worksafe)
:::massive schmoop warning:::
title: Shared Space
with: Flack/Danny
rated: PG
herein: five rooms - bathroom
disclaim: me no own
Don opens the bathroom door to let the steam out and wipes the fog from the mirror so he can shave. Four days back to work and their schedules are already shot to shit.
That’s not really fair. Danny’s schedule is shot to shit. But Danny’s been spending so much time over at Don’s it feels like it’s throwing off Don’s schedule too, and really that’s not something he wants to try to wrap his head around first thing in the morning.
Everyone’s going out of their way to make sure Don works impossibly normal hours, but Danny had to pull a triple yesterday and didn’t get to Don’s until four this morning. Then, between jaw-breaking yawns and a mind-numbing blow job, Danny somehow managed to bitch Don out for falling asleep on the couch.
So when the alarm went off at ten ‘til seven, Danny rolled over and Don let him be. Any given morning Danny’ll bite your hand off if you give him the slightest reason-best let him sleep.
Danny shuffles into the bathroom and takes a piss. On the way out of the bathroom he stops and leans against Don’s back, hands settling on Don’s hips. Don finishes shaving, trying not to move all that much since Danny’s plastered to him. He wipes his face dry and turns around in Danny’s arms.
Danny rocks back a little, eyes closed, then he moves forward and rests his head on Don’s shoulder.
“Over there,” Danny murmurs.
“What’s that, Dan?”
Danny turns his head up, wrinkling his forehead at Don.
“See s’down by the rail.”
“Danny, you’re dreaming,” Don whispers.
“Hafta.” His eyes slip half-open. “Get’n ID off it.”
“C’mon.” Don wraps his arms around Danny’s waist, steers him out of the bathroom, and lays him back down in bed.
Danny’s eyes slide open and closed again.
“Hafta get the hand ‘fore the rats eat it.”
“Go to sleep Dan,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to Danny’s forehead.
Danny frowns. “Not infronna everyone.”
“No one can see us right now.” Don draws a finger down the side of Danny’s face and brushes their lips together. “Go back to sleep.”
“Kay.” Danny licks his lips.
Don pulls the sheet up over Danny. Once clear of the bedroom, he takes a great shuddering breath and flattens a palm over the smile he’s going to be wearing all day.
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title: New Strategy
with: Flack/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: five rooms - bedroom
disclaim: me no own
Don’d talked his way out of the hospital as fast as he could. He had physical therapy every day and exercises to do at home and promises not to overexert himself. He also had Danny dropping by unannounced at all hours. When he was stuck in the hospital he’d given Danny a key, and he’d never gotten it back. He’d never asked for it back.
Of course, Danny sneaking into his bedroom wasn’t all that bad-though it did make not overexerting himself more difficult.
All of which explains why Don is stretched flat on his back, awed at the closed-eyed concentration on Danny’s face as he starts to lower onto Don’s cock.
Trembling, Don’s hands are trembling, rubbing Danny’s knee and thigh, twisting because the tight heat around only the head of his cock is both too little and too much.
Danny lifts up and shifts a little, then he shoves himself down all the way-hot and tight and pleasure so sharp Don can’t breathe. The concentration on Danny’s face breaks as he bites his lip, drawing air through his teeth, and Don knows it’s way too fast-knows that Danny will feel this all day tomorrow. Danny rolls his hips, rubbing Don’s balls with his ass.
It feels like Don has never been this far inside anybody, but he wishes he could get even closer to Danny, wishes his stomach muscles weren’t still shredded and he could sit up and wrap his arms around Danny.
Don whimpers when Danny tenses and raises himself up all the way before bringing himself down hard around Don again, and again, and then Danny whimpers, a helpless noise in the back of his throat, and ohfuck, he’s never heard Danny make that sound. Don arches and comes before he knows it’s happening-a knife through him and into Danny.
The first thought Don’s capable of involves trying to gauge which one of them is more surprised. The second is that Danny’s still hard.
Danny’s looking down at him, eyes wide and lips parted. His cock is flushed, arcing to his stomach. Don smooths his palms over the red welts he’s left on Danny’s legs, then tugs at Danny’s hips.
“C’mere.”
Danny crawls up the bed, kneeling over him, and Don guides him closer until he can get his mouth around Danny. After a moment he lets go of Danny’s cock to run his fingers between Danny’s cheeks and slip carefully inside. He leaves his other hand at the small of Danny’s back, balancing them both. His own cock twitches, and he never thought he’d be so turned on by this-lying prone while Danny fucks his mouth.
Danny’s clutching the headboard with white knuckles, whimpering with each short breath and shallow thrust-and he’s staring down at Don’s whole face-watching Don’s eyes and not just his cock sliding in and out of Don’s mouth. It’s too much. Don hollows his cheeks, sucking hard-and Danny comes with a startled thrust that almost makes Don choke, but he swallows and strokes the small of Danny’s back.
Danny lets out a breathless moan and collapses to the bed. Don works on catching his own breath and ignoring that he’s half-hard again.
Danny turns on his side, and as casual as he’s trying to look, his eyes are glazed over and dumb. “You, ah, didn’t strain anything right?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Don rests his hand on his stomach and takes a deep breath.
“Good.” Danny smirks. “Cause I’m pretty sure I did.”
…
Written this afternoon upon seeing the second of June’s pic_fic prompts (not particularly worksafe)
:::massive schmoop warning:::
title: Shared Space
with: Flack/Danny
rated: PG
herein: five rooms - bathroom
disclaim: me no own
Don opens the bathroom door to let the steam out and wipes the fog from the mirror so he can shave. Four days back to work and their schedules are already shot to shit.
That’s not really fair. Danny’s schedule is shot to shit. But Danny’s been spending so much time over at Don’s it feels like it’s throwing off Don’s schedule too, and really that’s not something he wants to try to wrap his head around first thing in the morning.
Everyone’s going out of their way to make sure Don works impossibly normal hours, but Danny had to pull a triple yesterday and didn’t get to Don’s until four this morning. Then, between jaw-breaking yawns and a mind-numbing blow job, Danny somehow managed to bitch Don out for falling asleep on the couch.
So when the alarm went off at ten ‘til seven, Danny rolled over and Don let him be. Any given morning Danny’ll bite your hand off if you give him the slightest reason-best let him sleep.
Danny shuffles into the bathroom and takes a piss. On the way out of the bathroom he stops and leans against Don’s back, hands settling on Don’s hips. Don finishes shaving, trying not to move all that much since Danny’s plastered to him. He wipes his face dry and turns around in Danny’s arms.
Danny rocks back a little, eyes closed, then he moves forward and rests his head on Don’s shoulder.
“Over there,” Danny murmurs.
“What’s that, Dan?”
Danny turns his head up, wrinkling his forehead at Don.
“See s’down by the rail.”
“Danny, you’re dreaming,” Don whispers.
“Hafta.” His eyes slip half-open. “Get’n ID off it.”
“C’mon.” Don wraps his arms around Danny’s waist, steers him out of the bathroom, and lays him back down in bed.
Danny’s eyes slide open and closed again.
“Hafta get the hand ‘fore the rats eat it.”
“Go to sleep Dan,” he murmurs and presses a kiss to Danny’s forehead.
Danny frowns. “Not infronna everyone.”
“No one can see us right now.” Don draws a finger down the side of Danny’s face and brushes their lips together. “Go back to sleep.”
“Kay.” Danny licks his lips.
Don pulls the sheet up over Danny. Once clear of the bedroom, he takes a great shuddering breath and flattens a palm over the smile he’s going to be wearing all day.
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