Title: Short Fic Request
Author: stellaluna_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Danny/Don
Summary: Written for hannahrorlove.
Disclaimer: None of these are mine. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.

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Danny hasn't said much of anything all evening, leaning back in the booth in a half-doze with a half-drunk beer in front of him, but once they leave, he's quick enough to push Flack back into the wall and then sink to his knees in front of him. "Danny, c'mon, not here -- " he starts to say, but Danny's hands are on his belt buckle and then inside his pants, and he's already half-hard by the time Danny's mouth closes around his cock.

"Do we always have to do this kinda thing in public?" He has to swallow hard to bite back his moan, pressing his knuckles against the brick to give himself something to focus on other than the slick heat of Danny's mouth all around him and the way the calluses at the tips of his fingers rub against him as Danny wraps one fist around the base of his shift and squeezes hard, working one hand deeper and deeper between his legs. The other hand is braced against Flack's hip for balance, stroking him clumsily as he keeps on working him over good with his tongue.

Flack lets his eyes slide shut and gives in to the inevitable. "You are so gonna pay for this later, motherfucker," he says, and Danny laughs, not missing a beat as he moves his mouth up and down. Flack threads his fingers through Danny's hair, and he can't help smiling himself as he arches. Danny may think he has control of this situation, but they've got the entire night ahead of them, and this is only the beginning, at least if Flack has anything to say about it.

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