To DD or Not to DD

Fandom: CSI:NY

Author: Kimmychu

Rating: FRAO (YES, RLY.)

Pairing: Danny/Flack, Danny/Mac

Content Warning: Cracktasticness, odd body changes, language. Did I mention cracktasticness?

Spoilers: Set after 'Necrophilia Americana', so spoilers for any episode previous to that

Summary: After a freak laboratory accident at CSI headquarters, Danny is cursed (or blessed, depending on how you see things) with very unusual ... add-ons. Inspired by a forum comment: "Danny is the show's DD breasts."

Disclaimer: Nope, none of the characters belong to me. What a shame. I would treat them oh so well. They have no idea what they're missing.

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Author's Notes: Aww, man. The story … is COMPLETE! - sniff - Man, it feels like my first baby has grown up and left for college, bwahahahah! Well, okay, according to my original storyline, the previous chapter was meant to be the final one, but … let's just say there're a lot of fangirl horndogs out there who really, really, really wanted to read about Danny and Flack's first time in this story. So, here it is. An insane, 15-page smutfest to conclude my very first fan fiction story. I shall run away now lest my ears be damaged by screaming from enraged fans. - grin - Believe it or not, the entire story adds up to a grand total of ... 100,679 words! That's ... a novel! Wowzas, I sure never expected it to get so long. By the way, the entire story is still completely unbetaed, so if there're any mistakes anywhere, guess I'll have to fish them out at a later time. And, really, thank you for all your kind reviews. I appreciate them! You guys are the best.

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Chapter 30

It was the heavy sound of the shopping bags hitting the floor that made Flack halt in his tracks.

Then the slick sound of a moist tongue running over lips.

The homicide detective swallowed the final bite of his brownie and slowly craned his head to the back.

"Danny, whoa, wait! Lemme put these brownies down fir -"

The plate of sweet brownies flew from Flack's hand onto Danny's living room floor with a loud rattle. Three chocolate pieces tumbled off the plate and onto the smooth surface, only to be squished under one of Flack's shoes a second later.

Flack staggered backwards under the sudden weight of the CSI flinging himself on top of the taller man. Whoa, Danny was no lightweight. Flack barely avoided stepping on the rest of the brownies. He held on tight to Danny's waist and thigh as Danny wrapped his arms and legs around Flack's neck and hips, stealing his lungful of air away with one open-mouthed kiss after another. Danny's hands were almost frantically running through his shorn hair and down his shoulder blades, like he wanted to crawl inside Flack.

The back of Flack's legs banged into the armrest of Danny's couch, and both men tumbled onto the brown sofa. Danny never once released his hold, merely shifting his legs so he ended up straddling the homicide detective's hips. Flack couldn't emit a single sound with Danny's lips crushed over his. The CSI was making enough noise for both of them.

"Mmmm, fuck, I need ya so bad …" The tip of Danny's tongue ran across Flack's lower lip and the corners of his mouth, licking away the chocolate specks. "Ya gonna make me scream tonight, Don, hahn?"

Flack licked his own lips, blue eyes wide as they drank in the sight of a flushed, aroused Danny staring back at him with intense hunger. He grinned, running his hands down Danny's flanks to squeeze the man's pert bottom.

"If that's all ya think you're gonna do tonight … you dunno what the hell you're goin' into, Messer." Flack slipped his hands under the waistband of Danny's jeans. Oh yeah, Danny skin was much better.

The CSI snickered, eyes heavy-lidded. "Heh, and here I was thinkin' it was you who was gonna … go into things, instead."

Flack's grin turned wicked. "Careful what ya wish for," he said huskily. "Ya might just get it."

Danny fluidly moved to a sitting position, palms snaking down Flack's chest and abdomen. The semi-transparent top Flack wore did nothing to stop those hands from leaving blazing trails of heat in their wake. Danny's blue eyes were huge with the dark eyeliner around them and the mascara thickening his eyelashes. They remained locked with Flack's eyes, closing only when Danny languorously pulled his long-sleeved top over his head and left his upper body exposed to the taller man's perusal.

Flack's hands tightened reflexively on the other man's buttocks. Fuck, Danny sure hadn't been joking about going to the Y and keeping himself fit and trim. There was no way in hell Flack was going to let the guy go to the gym alone anymore.

Danny hurled his shirt onto the new coffee table he recently bought. Stretched his arms upwards, crossed his forearms, turned his head aside and curved his upper body backwards. It threw his muscles into stark relief under the ambient lighting of the living area.

Flack groaned loudly.

"Ya rat bastard, are ya tryin' ta kill me?" Flack sounded like he was dying.

Danny smirked. He knew how much this particular pose turned Flack on. He glanced at his lover with sultry eyes. His tongue flicked out.

"Wait till ya see the cock rings I got." Danny laughed at the astounded but thrilled expression on Flack's handsome visage. He could tell Flack was going to use them for all they were worth, alright.

He got off the couch, still maintaining eye contact with his lover as he unzipped his jeans and let them slide down his lean legs. He hadn't bothered wearing any underwear since that afternoon at Mac's other apartment. It was pointless given that Flack stripped him naked every chance the horny guy had. And for some strange reason, Flack was no fan of BVDs. The homicide detective preferred his Danny commando, or at most, in thongs.

Danny could feel Flack's eyes tracing their way down his body, lingering on his groin. He looked down at Flack's crotch. Oh yeah, he certainly wasn't the only guy who was rock hard and dripping right now. Smiling broadly, he toed off his socks too and stepped out of the rumpled jeans on the floor. Languidly promenaded to his bedroom door, even slightly swaying his hips as he did so.

Flack's breath hitched. He scrambled upright on the couch to see Danny leaning with his chest, arm and cheek on one side of the open doorway. His face was turned towards Flack, so the rest of his body was in profile. Flack's eyes inevitably fell on the round contours of the CSI's bottom. Thrust out the way it was, it was the most fucking beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Danny stroked a hand down the wood beneath his hand and pouted. "Ya just gonna sit there all night, or are ya gonna join me in here?"

The taller detective was already halfway across the living area to the bedroom before the last word came out of Danny's mouth, his heavy steps resounding in the apartment. He even managed to yank off his shoes before rushing into the room, slamming the door close behind him. He barreled into a cackling Danny, causing them both to fall and bounce hard on the bed. Danny was still laughing while he nibbled at the smaller man's neck and shoulders, and he slithered down and nibbled on Danny's nipples instead. Danny's cackles abruptly changed into groans.

Flack grinned and swiped his hot tongue over one dark nipple. "Don'tcha know it's bad to fire up somebody who knows all yer sensitive spots, Danny?"

The shorter man simply countered with a low moan. Then, in a surprise move, Danny shoved at Flack's shoulders. Flack glanced at Danny's face and saw that the CSI was mock glaring at him and trying not to smile.

"Strip."

Flack sniggered, but he hurriedly stripped off his top and clambered off Danny and the bed to take off his pants and socks. That was when he noticed the unlit candles scattered all over the bedroom table and shelves. And the bottles of lubricant and stack of condoms on one bedside table.

As well as the full-length mirror facing the bed.

Wait. Make that two full-length mirrors on both sides of the bed.

"Whoa." A huge grin spread across Flack's mien. "Babe, so this was what ya meant by preparation, huh?"

Danny's face was red. "You laugh and I'll kick ya between yer legs. I mean it."

Flack climbed back onto the bed on top of the other man, looming over Danny on his hands and knees. "What the heck are ya talkin' 'bout? I think it's fuckin' awesome ya got all this stuff here."

The homicide detective peered sideways at one of the mirrors. He stared at their reflection, noticing for the first time how flushed his skin was and how his pink lips were now swollen from all the kissing. How tousled his hair was. And most of all, how hot it was to see Danny staring at their reflection too.

Flack kept his gaze on the mirror as he carefully laid down on top of Danny, nestling his head under the CSI's chin. Danny's hands instinctively raised to ruffle Flack's hair and caress his shoulders.

"Man, it's like watchin' some kinda realtime porn of ourselves or somethin'," Flack said in a hushed tone.

"That's the whole point, Don," Danny replied, voice equally hushed. He was still blushing.

Flack smirked mischievously at his lover's reflection. "You are one kinky man, Daniel Messer."

Danny let his arms fall to his sides, and he rubbed his body sinuously against the taller man's. "Yeah, well … it takes one to know one, hmm?"

Flack answered Danny by getting up onto his elbows to kiss the man, grinding their hips and groins together until Danny was moaning non-stop and begging Flack to stop torturing him. Danny's erection was hot and hard next to his between their flat bellies, dark red and leaking white liquid.

"Fuck, please … Don … please …" Danny threw back his head and moaned audibly at Flack corkscrewing his hips hard. The friction was unbearable. Every jostling movement against his cock made pleasure pulse throughout his entire body.

"Please what, Danny?" Flack corkscrewed his hips again, holding down Danny's wrists.

The smaller man's eyelids fluttered. He had to catch his breath before he could respond.

"Please." The CSI's blue eyes were enormous, gleaming under the bedroom lights. "I want you to fuck me hard."

A shudder shook Flack's whole body. His aching cock literally jumped. His brain immediately committed that proclamation to memory, remembering everything from the warmth of Danny's bare body under him to the glistening wetness of the man's lips to the way those cerulean eyes gazed at him so openly. With such rare trust it made Flack's heart hurt.

But that wasn't what he was waiting to hear.

"Nope, wrong answer."

Danny's brows lowered in confusion. "Wha?"

"Please what, Danny?" Flack repeated softly. He touched their foreheads together.

Danny continued to appear puzzled for a few more seconds, then realized what Flack wanted.

"Please." The smaller man licked his lips, touching one of Flack's cheeks. "I want you to make love to me."

The homicide detective sucked in a wavering breath, blinking hard. He'd only ever heard Danny say that to him in his fantasies for so long, it was almost impossible for his mind to comprehend that, this time, it was real.

"I want ya to make love to me, Don." Danny was blinking too, eyes glossy. "Make me feel ya all over me, all around me, everywhere." Danny turned his head at an angle so he could whisper against his lover's parted lips. "Feel ya deep inside me, so big and deep and hard I can't think or feel anythin' else except you. Make love to me. Make me scream your name."

Whatever self-control Flack possessed vanished like a puff of smoke.

Danny's wrists were still gripped in Flack's large hands, and the taller man took the opportunity to tug Danny's arms downwards to his sides, effectively pinning Danny in his reclined position. Flack slid down until he was facing the CSI's groin, then enveloped the head of Danny's cock in his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue.

Danny was yelling incoherently by the time Flack's nose was tickled by curly hair. The shorter man was giving all he had to break out of Flack's clutches, but Flack was stronger. Resting his upper body on Danny's thighs ensured Flack the other man wouldn't be able to move his legs or hips either. The homicide detective tightened his grip on the thrashing arms, bobbing his head faster and swiveling his tongue on the underside of the hot appendage. Oh fuck, Danny tasted so damn good.

It took Flack's lust-addled brain a little while to figure out something wasn't quite right. Danny wasn't trying to buck his hips in the direction of Flack's mouth. He was trying to move away.

"Nonono, wait … Don, no …"

What the?

Flack quickly lifted his head, and the throbbing cock popped out of his mouth. It curved up onto Danny's smooth stomach, still hard and dripping. Flack let go of Danny's wrists and clambered back up, suddenly anxious.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, buddy?" Flack was bemused. Danny hardly looked like he was in any pain whatsoever, unless half-closed eyes glazed over with desire and soft moans of pleasure were included symptoms.

Danny had one hand wrapped around the base of his erection. "I - I didn't wanna come yet." His eyelids flickered for a moment. "Wanna come when you come inside me."

Flack swore he was going to keel over from a heart attack before the night was done.

That was it. Fooling time was over.

"Where're the cock rings, Danny?" Flack clasped the other man's lower jaw in one hand, making sure Danny looked into his eyes and understood the foreplay session was up.

Danny's blue eyes widened, and his wiry body jerked hard once. Oh yeah, Danny got the point.

"They - they're in the top drawer." The CSI motioned with his head towards the bedside table where the lube and condoms were.

Flack crawled to the side of the bed and got to his feet, bending down to open the bedside table's drawer. He smirked at the two black adjustable, leather cock rings, taking them out and testing them to see how wide they could stretch. Danny must have gotten them lately. Somebody of Flack's girth was going to need one way bigger than the regular size.

"Niiiice." Flack aimed his smirk at Danny, who turned crimson at the apparent amusement in Flack's voice.

It was ironic how people assumed Danny was some sort of pervy horndog simply because he had a whole string of girlfriends in the past. Having had multiple, short-term girlfriends was one thing. Having a boyfriend with whom he was fucking crazy about enough to start buying all sorts of sex toys was something else. Especially when the guy was also one of his closest and most trusted co-workers he wouldn't think twice about laying his life down for.

Danny got up onto his elbows as Flack picked up a lighter next to one of the red candles on the bedroom table.

"Our first time, Danny," Flack said, big blue eyes scorching hot. "I made a promise this afternoon to ya, and I intend to keep it."

One by one, all the candles in the room were set alight. Danny had placed them in appropriate, cleared sites on the table and shelves where they wouldn't make anything else catch fire. They had a rather pleasant scent when lit too. When Flack switched off the bedroom lights, the difference in the atmosphere was vast.

The whole room unexpectedly appeared as if a constellation of yellow, bright stars was floating all around them. The two full-length mirrors reflected the lighted candles, making it seem as if there were twice as many candles lighted. And whatever the scent drifting from the burning candles was, it was doing something good to Flack's senses. Was it even possible for him to feel even more turned on than before?

Twirling the cock rings around his fingers, the homicide detective walked back to the bed, a roguish smile curving up his lips.

"Move up the bed, Danny."

Danny swiftly did so, scrambling backwards until his head was on the pillows. His moist tongue flicked out once more, wetting his lips. His huge, blue eyes stared at the leather bindings in the taller detective's hand.

Flack's smile widened. Oh, someone was really looking forward to experimenting with the cock rings. He onto the bed and sat astride Danny's thighs.

"I'm gonna tie one around ya now, 'kay? Tell me if it's too tight."

Danny nodded.

Flack slipped one loosened cock ring down to the base of Danny's erection, and gently tautened it until it was snug around the engorged appendage. The sounds coming from Danny's open mouth reassured Flack it wasn't hurting his lover. He slid the other one around his own cock and did the same, letting out a low groan at the new pressure. It felt good. They were both rock hard, but they sure weren't going to come anytime soon thanks to the bindings.

Danny had already taken a pillow and pushed it under his hips, feet flat on the bed and legs drawn up and bent at the knees. Flack planted a kiss on the side of one knee, then leaned over between Danny's legs to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table. His cock was aching so badly he figured it was going to virtually explode if he didn't get himself deep inside Danny in the next minute or two. He uncapped the bottle and poured a whole lot of lube onto one hand, slathering it all over his fingers.

"Danny. If you've got any second thoughts, now's a good time to tell me 'bout it." He reached down between Danny's legs, seeking the entrance into Danny's body. "'Cos once I start, I ain't turnin' back."

"Don, if ya stop, I'll fuckin' strangle ya to death myself."

Flack snickered. Now that was his Danny right there. He caressed one of Danny's thighs with the hand that had been holding the bottle, now lying on the bed near them.

Without warning, he plunged in two lubricated fingers to the knuckles. Danny was still slick and not too tight due to their afternoon activities. However, the CSI let out a hoarse shout anyway.

"Ooohh, fuck!" The muscles in Danny's abdomen rippled visibly as the man contorted his body on the bed sheets, eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open. "Ohoohhfuck, more …"

Flack twisted his fingers and rubbed at the gland inside. It was amazing how such a tiny organ was capable of reducing a full-grown man to a whimpering, moaning mass of supple muscle and flesh. Flack couldn't wait until it was his turn to find out just how pleasurable the sensation was. Tonight though, it was Danny's gratification that was top priority to him.

The taller man inhaled deeply, inwardly nervous. Danny may have tested out a whole variety of dildos and such, but they weren't very big to begin with. The biggest one was just a bit smaller than Flack's three fingers combined. Flack recalled it had taken a lot of relaxation on Danny's part and a great deal of lubricant to get that one in. And as for the Jackhammer … boy, Flack's cock was way bigger than three of his fingers.

Fuck. Flack frowned. Danny was going to feel some pain no matter how much Flack prepared him. He hated seeing Danny in pain.

The smaller man seemed to know exactly what Flack was thinking.

"Don."

Flack raised his head to gaze at Danny. The CSI was gorgeous under the illumination of the candles surrounding them. His eyes and blonde tints in his hair seemed to glow.

"It's okay. I can take more." Danny sent him a small but tender smile. "Just keep goin'."

Flack inhaled again, then cautiously pushed in a third finger, intently watching Danny's visage. As much as Danny tried to conceal it, Flack still detected the slight wince. The thigh under Flack's other hand tensed for a second, then relaxed. The pressure around his fingers inside Danny also eased. As the third finger sunk in all the way to the knuckle like the other two, it dawned on Flack that Danny was forcing himself to relax.

"Danny, am I hurtin' ya?" Flack carefully shifted his fingers to rub at the prostate gland once more. "Tell me."

Danny slowly shook his head from side to side. The man's wince had noticeably lessened. "N-no, it just … feels really full."

Flack stroked harder on the nub inside Danny, grinning in satisfaction at the returning pleasure to Danny's features. "That feel good?"

The CSI could merely nod his head erratically. He was biting the edge of one of his palms, face flushed and sweaty.

After a few minutes, Flack slowly pulled out his fingers. Danny let out an involuntary whine at the loss.

"Don't worry, babe," Flack said hoarsely. "The real thing's comin'."

The taller detective took out the condom from its wrapper, the ripping sound as the wrapper was opened loud in the bedroom. The only other sounds in the room were Danny's soft pants and throaty noises. Flack rolled the condom over his throbbing erection, now even darker in color after he'd tied on the leather cock ring.

Danny managed a rasping cackle at Flack dumping half the bottle of lube onto his cock. "Don'tcha think that's a bit too much?"

Flack stroked his condom-covered cock, covering it all in the slick substance. "I don't wanna hurt ya, Danny. But, seein' how big I am, there's still gonna be some burn."

Danny gulped. Flack wasn't boasting about his size. Even without his spectacles on, Danny could see just how big Flack was down there. But he'd rather die than ask Flack to stop now. He was going to know inside out how Flack felt like deep inside him even if it killed him.

"I'm scared shitless, Don. I mean, you're fuckin' huge, but I don't want ya to stop, okay? I want ya to keep goin' even if I'm hurtin'."

Flack scowled, and started to say something in reply. Danny's fingers on his lips quietened him.

"Please. I really want you. I think I'm gonna die if I don't feel ya inside me and up to my throat in the next thirty seconds."

Flack huffed, eyes lustrous with passion for the man lying beneath him. Damnit, he simply couldn't describe how much he loved Danny. At least, right now in this moment, he could show his other half how much.

"Lift up yer legs," Flack said softly.

Danny raised his legs and Flack helped him place them on his shoulders, knees on each side of Flack's long neck. Flack rearranged the pillow under Danny's hips to make him more comfortable, then leaned forward, resting one hand beside Danny's head. The homicide detective's lubed cock slid between Danny's buttocks, making the CSI's legs quake. Flack gazed into Danny's blue eyes as he used his other hand to guide himself into the other man.

"Ready?"

Danny stroked a hand down the side of Flack's handsome visage. He swallowed visibly, then gave Flack a brave smile and said, "Fill me up, Don."

Flack took a deep breath. And thrust in past the tight rings of muscle, pushing the head and the first three inches inside. Flack's breath caught in his throat at the intense, inner heat and the constriction around his erection. If it wasn't for the cock ring, he would have orgasmed right then and there.

Danny's high-pitched moan rapidly dragged him back from the brink. It was not one of the good kinds of moans. The shorter man's upper body was arching off the bed as much as it could, his head thrown back, tendons in his neck distended. His hands curled forcefully in the pillow under his head and the bed sheet. His eyes were squeezed shut, face knotted into an agonized grimace, mouth agape as another moan escaped. When Danny's eyes opened into slits, two tears streamed down his face, the thin rivulets glinting in the candlelights.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry …" Flack gently wiped away one tear, hating himself for every harsh pant that came out from Danny's lips. He began to pull out.

"NO!" Danny's panicked yell and hands frenetically clutching his head immobilized Flack. "No, please, don't pull out …" The CSI gulped hard, panted some more. "Just - just gimme some time, 'kay? Don't pull out."

Flack nodded, arms trembling wildly, teeth gritted. He was that close to losing whatever remnants of restraint he had left. He wasn't even halfway inside Danny yet, but the feeling was already incredible. He was right after all. He was going to explode into a million pieces before the night was over.

Danny's panting gradually slowed down. The powerful constriction around Flack's cock also slowly eased. Danny's attractive facial features started to slacken as the pain diminished. He blinked twice at Flack, moist, blue eyes wide with something akin to amazement.

"I'm okay." Danny licked his dry lips. "I'm a'right, Don."

The taller detective released a shuddering sigh. He resumed pushing inwards again, not stopping until he felt the round globes of Danny's bottom touching his groin and thighs. Flack couldn't help groaning audibly, and he bit his lower lip so hard it nearly bled. Fuck, he could feel his orgasm threatening to overwhelm him, and he hadn't even begun thrusting yet.

Danny let out yet another high moan, eyes so wide Flack could see the whites around the blue irises. Danny's hands were coiled tautly under his lower jaw and ears.

"Are ya hurtin'? Danny?" That moan wasn't like the first one, but Flack wasn't going to presume things.

Danny looked dazed. "No, it … feels so … full." The CSI blinked some more. "Gee, I shoulda … been more careful 'bout askin' to feel ya … all the way up to my throat, huh?" A small smirk curved one side of Danny's lips.

Flack was elated at seeing his lover's patented smirk. He sniggered.

And Danny threw his head back again and whined loudly.

"Ow, oh fuck, stop laughin'! I can feel every bit of it inside me! You're like … a fuckin' telephone pole!" The smaller man punched Flack in the arm. Danny's last comment only served to make Flack laugh harder. Danny began to laugh himself, and it seemed to magnify whatever sensations he was feeling within.

"Stop it! Owww .." Danny smacked Flack across the head, involuntarily alternating between moaning and laughing. "Ya feel fuckin' huge …"

Flack was seriously attempting to not laugh for Danny's sake. "Ya know … when I start gettin' phone calls via my dick … then we'll call it a frickin' telephone pole, 'kay?"

Danny's laughter and moans increased in proportion, as well as his smacks to Flack's head. "Stooooooop iiittttt -"

"And … and maybe - maybe, it only works like a telephone pole … when I'm inside ya." Flack giggled, eyes squinted and head bowed so the smaller man's harmless slaps bounced off the top of his head. "Like … you're some kinda receiver … or somethin'."

The homicide detective reached around to fondle Danny's cock, which had somewhat softened due to the pain. He closed his hand into a fist around it, then angled it towards his head and spoke to it. "Hello? This is Detective Flack here, I gotta report a 288 and a 314 occurrin' at -"

The rest of Flack's comment was drowned out by Danny kissing him and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Flack supported Danny's head with one hand behind the shorter man's neck, his eyes partially closed and his own tongue dueling with his lover's. The CSI was nearly bent double by their current position, his knees not quite touching his own shoulders. Flack could only imagine how uncomfortable the other man might be at the moment. It was a damn fine thing Danny was one flexible guy.

"Ya know, I kinda remember sex … involvin' a lot more movin' than talkin', Don." Danny gazed at him from beneath lowered eyelids. The eyeliner under those baby blues were a little smudged because of the tears before.

"Talkin' … is 'bout the only thing keepin' me from givin' the atomic bomb a run for its money … if ya know what I mean," Flack rasped, smiling.

Danny tentatively shifted his hips, moaning at the sensation of the hardened shaft inside him going deeper. "C'mon, move, damnit! Or am I gonna hafta do all the work here?"

Flack had closed his eyes when Danny moved his hips forward, body and limbs quavering anew. His higher brain functions were shutting down one by one, leaving merely a voice in his head that repeated one word over and over. Movemovemovemovemovemove …

The taller detective's blue eyes snapped open.

"Babe, ya asked fer it. Ya got it."

Flack pulled out until only the head remained inside, and in one smooth motion, shoved back in to the hilt. Again. And again. And again. Flack ground his teeth together every time he rammed his hips forward, a low groan escaping through his clenched jaws. Danny was deliberately tightening his muscles with each thrust, and fuck, it was mind-blowing.

"Uuuhhhh … ohoohhhohfuck, fuck, Don … uuggh …" Danny's body was flushed and shiny with sweat. He was biting at the pillow beneath his head in an effort to curb his cries and moans, head turned to one side, hands curled into fists into the pillow.

Flack batted the pillow away from his lover's mouth, forcing Danny to face him. He was hardly worried about the smaller man making too much noise. However, he did hope Danny's neighbors had lousy hearing. The bed headstand's constant banging against the wall didn't leave much doubt to what they were doing.

"I love hearin' the sounds ya make … don'tcha know that?" Flack accentuated each word with a grind of his hips.

Danny screamed at a particular deep thrust, intense pleasure zigzagging from his groin, up his back and through his whole body when Flack's engorged cock raked firmly across his prostate. He convulsed, torso stiffening, but the binding around his erection kept him from coming. Only a bead of come seeped from the tip, trickling down the shaft.

Flack had to stop moving. Danny had constricted so hard around him, it was very nearly painful. That, and Flack was remembering the full-length mirrors on both sides of the bed. He grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Oh no, the fun was just beginning.

The panting CSI let out an upset whimper at Flack slowly pulling out completely, eyes half-lidded and lower lip chewed.

"Turn over, Danny."

Danny struggled upright and rolled over. Now, with the pillow cushioning his lower belly and groin, his bottom was sticking out into the air. Just the way Flack wanted it.

The homicide detective scuttled backwards on his knees and hauled on Danny's hips to position the man lower down on the bed. Spread open Danny's legs and hurried back between them, tilting down to whisper in the other man's ear.

"Look in the mirror, babe. Look at us." Flack felt the smaller man shiver under his hands. Danny was staring at their reflection with large, stunned eyes, watching him direct his cock between those round globes.

Flack was shivering himself. He was probably going to remember the sight of his erection being swallowed up by Danny's body until the day he died. It felt just as good as it did the first time that night.

"Ohh man, ya feel so good, Danny …"

Immediately, his raw urges took over and his hips instinctively pistoned back and forth, burying himself up to the hilt repetitively then changing his rhythm to keep them both on edge. He was going in very deep, and the CSI under him felt it to the core.

"Aaahhh! OhGodohGod … uuhhh -"

Danny's upper body lay flat on the bed, his hips held up solely by the pillow underneath and Flack's strong hands. His face was turned towards the mirror, eyes glossy, moist lips parted. Flack was so hard and deep and good inside him he could barely breathe. The only sounds emitting from his mouth were high-pitched, rapid pants, bursting into a piercing groan whenever the solid shaft went especially deep.

The taller detective's eyes were humongous as he glanced at the mirror. He'd never seen himself in the mirror while he had sex before, much less seen a reflection of himself having sex with one of his best friends in the world who also happened to be a man.

"I can't sta … I-I … need to … please-"

His hands on the CSI's hips unconsciously clenched until Danny yelped. Staring at the mirror's reflection of Danny, Flack's movements faltered at the plea in those blue eyes. Oh yeah, Danny wanted to come as desperately as he did.

Panting harshly, the taller man enfolded one arm around Danny's midriff and heaved him to an upright position. It was scarcely fair Flack was the only one who got to behold their physical joining firsthand, and the homicide detective wholly intended to share the view with his lover. With Danny on his lap, he rotated them until they were facing one of the full-length mirrors beside the bed. Flack maneuvered his legs so that he sat cross-legged on the bed, Danny's legs spread wide apart over his thighs.

Sitting on Flack's hard cock the way he was, Danny couldn't help whimpering, winding his fingers into the other man's shorn, dark hair and biting his lower lip. The burn was so much more deep and intense. And with even the most subtle motions, Danny felt every inch of his lover within him. It was the most unbelievable sensation he had ever experienced. He avoided looking in the mirror, averting his face by nuzzling it into Flack's face and neck. His face was searing.

"Do ya know how fuckin' hot ya are, Danny?" Flack said huskily into Danny's ear. "Look at yerself in the mirror." Flack chuckled softly. "C'mon, babe, you're not goin' all shy on me now, are ya?"

The brown-haired CSI raised his head to look Flack in the eye. Flack could see the mortification on Danny's flushed visage, and it made him smile tenderly. Geez, after all this time, Danny still couldn't get it through his thick skull how good-looking he was. That was okay. The homicide detective had no plan of letting Danny go anytime soon. Flack was a selfish bastard who wanted Danny all to himself, and himself alone.

Flack placed one hand over Danny's sensitive genitals and the other down between their legs, tracing the slippery, hot region where they were joined together with his fingers. Heh, half a bottle of lube turned out to be just the right amount. Flack smirked, burying his face into Danny's exposed neck and nibbling the smooth flesh. He felt Danny shift his head. Then the smaller man gasped loudly, body jerking hard in Flack's arms.

"See what I mean?"

Flack used his hand and drew up his lover's genitals to better see in the reflection where his hardened cock was entering Danny's sinewy body. Danny jerked again, moaning low in his throat. The fingers in Flack's hair curled into a fist.

"Guess I'd be askin' fer too much if there was a camera tapin' all this, hahn?" Flack asked gutturally.

Danny released a tremulous cackle. "D-didn't think … of that."

Flack kissed the other man on the temple. "S'okay, babe. This is meant for our eyes only anyway."

After one last caress of the stretched, snug rim around his erection, Flack ran his hands across the lean muscles of Danny's inner thighs, savoring the silken vitality under his touch.

"If I recall right, somebody was complainin' 'bout doin' all the work here." Flack nibbled on Danny's nearest earlobe. "Well, babe, time to show me what these legs of yers can do."

The homicide detective watched Danny lithely shift his legs until they were bent at the knees and his feet were flat on the bed. Ah, he got what Danny was going for. He felt the other man lean backwards onto his sturdy chest, and he stretched his forearms forwards. Danny linked their arms, intertwining their fingers together for leverage.

"I'll show ya what these legs can do," Danny rasped, licking his lips.

The CSI pushed with his feet, raising his hips till Flack's cock was nearly out. Then slammed downwards, taking all of Flack. Both men cried out at the intense feeling. Flack's knuckles over Danny's were white as Danny commenced a fierce rhythm, using all the strength in his legs and arms to pump up and down. Flack wanted to scream so bad he bit the inside of his cheek and simply held on for dear life while his body was shaken by overpowering pleasure.

Danny no longer had such inhibitions. Strident, wordless cries poured out from the brown-haired man's agape mouth. His eyelids fluttered wildly, the muscles in his arms and legs going rigid and stark with the exertion. Sweat trickled down his face and torso. He couldn't stop rocking and seesawing even if he wanted to. It was as if he had lost total control of his body.

"Yeah, oh yeah …" Flack choked when Danny squeezed his muscles hard on his next thrust downwards. He was so close to the edge, all he had to do to come was remove the constraint of the cock ring around his swollen erection.

"Ohh, ooohhh … Don … help me … aahhhh …"

Through hazy eyes, Flack saw how red and engorged Danny's cock was. It continuously dripped pre-come, the fluid smearing on Danny's belly whenever the hard appendage slapped against it. Danny looked like he was going to blow up like a volcano.

"H-hold on to my legs," Flack murmured, carefully straightening his lanky legs..

Danny panted rapidly. His seesawing movements wavered and slowed. He moved his trembling hands down to hold onto Flack's thighs instead, freeing Flack's hands. His full weight was on the homicide detective's lap now.

"Don … I don't think … I can move." Danny collapsed onto Flack's chest, arching his head back onto the other man's shoulder.

He nuzzled the CSI's warm cheek. "S'okay, gorgeous, you did good, real good."

The taller detective slid one hand under Danny's arm and around Danny's throbbing cock, fingering the leather cock ring at the base. The other went below Danny's buttocks, to the cock ring around his own erection.

"Stairway to heaven, babe … just one more step."

Flack loosened both bindings, removing them and throwing them aside. Instantly, he grabbed the shorter man's hips, lifted Danny up, then pulled him downwards as he thrust upwards as hard and deep as he could.

Danny's reaction was instantaneous.

"Aaaahhhhh, DOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!"

Danny's body arched fiercely, one hand clamped tight over Flack's thigh and the other flying up to seize a handful of the taller man's thick hair. White, pearly seed erupted from Danny's cock, splattering all over the undulating swells of his abdomen.

The sudden, massive pressure around Flack's engorged cock, combined with the mind-shattering reflection of Danny rapt in his powerful orgasm, wrenched out his own so swiftly he had no idea what hit him. Flack howled helplessly while his whole body quaked and was wracked by wave after wave of extreme pleasure.

He must have blacked out for a while. When he regained consciousness once more, he was flat on his back on the bed, arms spread on the bed and head half hanging off the side of the bed. He got to his elbows and then sat up, pulling the wet condom off and tossing it towards the wastebasket that was always next to the bedside table.

And someone was sobbing.

"Danny?" Flack's body was still shuddering intermittently from the mind-blowing orgasm he just experienced.

Danny lay beside him, covering his face with his hands. The man's shoulder shook in a way Flack was familiar with.

"Danny, whassamatter, buddy?" He gently dragged away the hands covering his lover's face. Danny was openly weeping, breath hitched, two clear droplets rolling down his cheeks. His eyeliner and mascara work were certainly smudged now.

"I-I'm okay." Danny wiped his face with the back of his hand then sent Flack a wobbly but tender smile. "It was just … t-too much, ya know?"

Flack lay down on top of Danny, staying on his elbows to keep most of his weight off the smaller man. He smiled in return, his big blue eyes warm and affectionate and not a little moist. "I know, I know."

"I love you."

There was no pretension or bravado in Danny's eyes as he calmly said those words.

Flack's eyesight blurred. Maybe Danny wouldn't mind if he joined in the bawling fun.

"I'm not just sayin' that." Danny stroked Flack's cheek.

Flack blinked hard a couple of times. "I know," he whispered hoarsely.

Danny smiled at him again, then tugged his head down to kiss him. They snuggled together and simply basked in the afterglow for some time, Flack reclining on his back while Danny rested his head on one of his shoulders.

About ten minutes later, Flack reluctantly got up to search for a towel or tissue paper to clean both of them.

"Top drawer," Danny said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bedside table.

Flack opened it, and sure enough, there was a blue, medium-sized towel in there.

"Man, we oughta change yer nickname to Boy Scout," Flack said drolly. "Prepared for everythin'."

Danny stuck his tongue out and snickered.

The homicide detective deftly wiped Danny clean, making sure he didn't chafe the other man too much between the legs. Obviously, Danny's body thought it was too little.

Flack laughed, face crinkled. "Wha, ya still wanna have another go? I'm 'bout to drop here."

Danny also laughed, wrapping his arms around Flack's shoulders. "Nah … but I'd be a liar if I said that didn't feel good," he murmured into Flack's mouth.

Flack pecked him lovingly on the lips, then used the towel to wipe himself too. Danny drowsily crawled up the bed to lounge on the pillows, watching his lover with an amused expression.

"Geez, I can't believe all of that fit inside me."

The taller detective finished up, threw the towel where the other bottle of lubricant and condoms were, and went to blow out all the candles. Nope, they didn't need a fire flaring up in Danny's apartment. Flack's foot struck something on the floor, and he picked it up. Huh, it was the near-empty bottle of lube they used. He left it on the bedroom table and climbed back into bed.

"Yeah, well, maybe ya got some kinda black hole in there -" Flack sniggered at Danny's rough smack to his chest. "Where's the blanket?"

The CSI was already half-asleep, curled up on his side with his hands under his chin. "In the closet." He yawned. "Figured we'd be messin' 'round too much on the bed."

Flack grinned. He sure wasn't going to argue with that. He got off the bed again and went to the bedroom wardrobe to retrieve the dark blue blanket Danny favored. Flapped it open over Danny and the bed, then crawled under it, settling himself on one of the four pillows. The fifth one, which had been heartily used during their lovemaking, was now at the foot of the bed.

Danny immediately nestled himself on top of Flack, burrowing his face into Flack's neck and wrapping himself around the homicide detective like a boa snake. After five minutes of silence passed, he assumed Flack had fallen asleep. He sighed contentedly. His eyelids began fluttering close.

"In the mornin' … it's your turn."

Danny's eyes opened wide. "Huh?"

The robust chest under him shook with quiet laughter. "Wha, ya think I'm gonna let ya have all the fun, Messer?"

Danny nipped at Flack's neck, which only made the guy chuckle more. Danny couldn't stop the smile curving his lips either.

Another ten minutes of peaceful silence went by. Danny's eyelids gradually flickered shut. Then, Flack whispered again.

"Hey, Danny."

The CSI opened his cerulean eyes to slits. "Hmm?"

There was a little bit of cheekiness, some passion and a whole lot of fondness in Flack's low timbre.

"I love you too."

The happy smile on Danny's face remained until the dawn, and long after.

Fin.