Fic: Seminar, Chapter 36 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Warrick Brown / Don Flack)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 36
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY, CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
CSI Las Vegas Main List
CSI Miami Main List
CSI New York Main List
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 (NC-17) Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17) Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21
Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Interlude (NC-17) Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26
Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Interlude Chapter 32
Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35
Warrick`s apartment, Las Vegas
Warrick almost managed to convince himself to believe he was hallucinating. No matter how hard he tried to shut the annoying noise from his mind it kept going on. Finally he got out of bed and followed the tinning to the kitchen. Don’s cell phone was vibrating it’s way across the table.
He grabbed it and snapped the line open.
“Flack’s phone.”
“Who’s this?”
“Who are you?”
“You’re the toy boy, right? We met at the New York lab.”
“We did?”
“Yeah, Don introduced us when you were here playing with Stella’s Jell-O.”
“I remember. You’re the whipped one.”
“Thanks a lot for that description. Danny Messer.”
“You’re welcome, Messer."
"Is Don there?”
“No, I think he said he went to the store, I wasn’t totally awake….”
“Doesn’t matter, I just called to hear what he’s been up to. Is he still on schedule?”
“What schedule?”
“Is he still coming back two weeks from now?”
“I guess so…. We haven’t really talked about it.”
“Too busy to talk? I remember those days with Lindsay…. But that was preceded by a lot of talking.” Danny sighed deeply. “Well, not really talking, I was tying to get in her pants and she played hard top get. Nowadays I keep trying to get her hot and she throws a temper tantrum and then I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“Sorry to hear that.” Warrick stated awkwardly.
“Yeah, I mean I know she’s still going through that hormonal phase with the baby and all, but still! You wouldn’t believe all the poor-you looks I’ve been getting. I mean I`m a guy, I have needs!”
“Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“We`ve met few times. Just because I’m sleeping with your buddy, I don’t wanna hear about your marital problems or your lack of sex.”
“Oh…. Was that too much?”
“Yeah.”
“Well…. My buddy’s pounding you to the mattress so we do have a special rapport.”
“We?”
“We. Us guys gotta stick together and I’m trying to open up the lines of communications. I already know most stuff there’s to know about Don, so now I need to know about you. I have to make sure my Donnie’s getting a good guy.”
“He’s not getting a guy, this is a temporary thing. We don’t even know what we’re doing after he goes back to work.”
“He didn’t tell you-” Danny’s voice disappeared and it was replaced by a loud slap, which sounded suspiciously like he had just slapped himself on the head.
“About what?”
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Totally nothing. Less than nothing.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Thanks…. Okay, I’m better now. Let’s just change the topic. How’s your rear end?”
“What?”
“Sore? Stretched?”
“Why the hell are you asking me that?”
“I’ve seen Don in the showers, I just wanna make sure you take care of yourself. I mean, I’ve never tired it myself but if you try to shove something that big in there…. Ouch….. Why did I say that, now I got some pretty creepy mental images running in my head….”
“You always talk so much?”
“Just when I’m nervous, forget I said anything. When I get going I loose all limits between my mouth and my brain.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Honestly, I’m sorry, but when I was a kid my mom had this thermometer and that sight made me hide under my bed, and that thing was tiny compared to-”
“You’re doing it again.”
“I am? Sorry. Again. It’s a combo.”
“Combo?”
“Sex is running across my mind all the time, mainly because I don’t get any right now, so when my mouth gets going-”
“Don’t start.”
“Anyway, tell Don I called. And remember to take care of myself, my mom had this salve she used after the thermometer-”
“I’ll tell him you called.” Warrick hung up and dumped the phone on the table.
“Who was that?”
Warrick jumped up and twirled around. Don was standing in the kitchen doorway holding a bag of groceries.
“Your phone rang, it was that buddy of yours. Darryl.”
“Danny?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“What did he want?”
“I can honestly say I have no idea. He started from Jell-O, and then moved on to my ass, his mom’s thermometer, hormonal swings and buttsex damages.”
“Sounds like Danny…. He didn’t say anything about me?”
“No.” Warrick paused. “Wait. He started to say something and then he had a some kinda panic-babble attack. Should I what’s going on?”
“Nope.” Don placed the paper bag on the sink and started pulling things out.
“He panicked over nothing?”
“I’ll tell you when I got something to tell.”
“Like you told me you were coming to Vegas when we were at the airport?”
“You’re sounding like a hysterical girl.”
“I don’t!”
“Eggs.”
“Are you calling me a chicken?”
“No, I forgot the buy eggs.”
“But you’re hiding something, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“And Mr. PanicMouth knows what it is?”
“You’re not calling him.” Don grinned and pinned him against the cupboard.
“Maybe not. If you keep me otherwise occupied.” Warrick leered. “Do your best and we’ll see if I got enough strength to pick up the phone afterwards.”
Chapter 37