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kathierif_ficTitle: Clean and New
Fandom: CSINY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sheldon’s wet, cold and miserable. Don knows just what to do.
A/N: written for kink_bingo, prompt “wet, messy, dirty”. 1360 words.
There was a wet trickle down the back of his shirt, as if he was sweating excessively or the rain from the downpour had found its way underneath his jacket.
It probably was the second option, Sheldon thought as he knocked on the door. He had a key, but he was unwilling to try and find it now.
The door was pulled open.
“What happened to you, did you fall into the East River?” Don said by way of greeting.
“Feels like it,” Sheldon agreed. “It’s raining.”
“They invented umbrellas for that,” Don replied and pulled him into the bathroom. “Try not to get the mud everywhere.”
Sheldon grunted an answer. He was wet and dirty, and Don’s sense of humor tended to grate on his nerves in those situations.
Don raised both eyebrows. “Get in the shower, I’ll get you clean clothes,” he suggested, and Sheldon felt a wave of thankfulness fill him, pushing away the earlier foul mood.
“Thanks,” he muttered and started to peel off layers of wet fabric.
True to his word, Don was back a few moments later with an armful of clothes. Sheldon, now naked, started the water and, while waiting for it to warm up, he pulled Don close with cold fingers and kissed him.
“How did you manage to get mud under your clothes?” Don asked before stripping his shirt off and pressing himself against Sheldon’s chest. He was warm against his chilled skin, and Sheldon groaned quietly.
“I wish I knew,” he admitted and closed his teeth carefully around the lobe of Don’s ear.
Don brushed his hands over Sheldon’s shoulders, tracing heat and lust into his muscles. “Want me to wash your back?”
Sheldon nodded and brushed icy fingertips over a pebbled nipple. “I wouldn’t say no to that,” he said and fitted his fingers under the waistband of Don’s jeans, to pull him closer and kiss him again.
Together, they pushed down Don’s pants and underwear and stumbled under the spray of the water.
It was like little pinpricks of heat against Sheldon’s cold skin, even if the water was not all that warm in the first place. He could feel Don’s skin break out in goose bumps and wrapped himself against him to distract him with touches and kisses.
Gradually, he warmed up, both from the water they turned warmer and warmer and the slick slide of Don’s body against his own. When the bathroom was fogging up around them and Don’s skin had turned a delicious shade of soft pink, Sheldon rubbed his chin against Don’s shoulder and asked, “You want to wash my back now?”
Don grinned. His hair was slick with water, and he brushed it out of his eyes with an impatient gesture.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he said. “Turn around.”
Sheldon did and braced himself with his palms against the tiles. Moments later, he could feel Don’s hands, tracing down the length of his spine, fingers tripping over the ridges of his vertebrae and finally slipping between the cheeks of his ass.
Don’s lips closed around the sensitive patch of skin at the side of his neck. His fingers disappeared for a moment to return wetter and slicker. Coldness touched the inside of Sheldon’s thigh and slid down his leg, and then, a single finger was circling Sheldon’s hole and teasing the nerve endings there.
Sheldon focused on the finger, not wanting to miss a single second of it sliding into him, breaching him and stretching him a little, a teasing hint of what was to come.
Don exhaled shakily against the back of his neck. “Tight,” he murmured. “Let me get more lube.”
The finger disappeared, only to return moments later, cold again with more lubricant. It slipped more easily into Sheldon’s body, the middle finger teasing around the opening, but not pressing in just yet.
“Taking the scenic route, huh?” Sheldon asked and pressed slightly back, urging Don to move a little faster.
“I’m enjoying the view,” Don answered and twisted his finger slightly. “You look incredible, wet like this.”
“I’d look even better with more fingers in me,” Sheldon pointed out breathlessly. “Please, another one?”
Don sucked a kiss into his shoulder and pressed a second finger into him, along with more lube.
“That’s better,” Sheldon groaned and let his forehead rest against the cool tile. “Yeah, like that.”
“I know,” Don grinned. “You like this.” And with that, he crooked his fingers slightly while his free hand curved around Sheldon’s hip.
“Yeah,” Sheldon groaned. “Yeah…”
Water was running into his mouth, and he spluttered as Don twisted his fingers again.
“More,” he asked, bt he didn’t even have to wait for an answer before a third finger slipped easily into him.
It was almost enough of a stretch to satisfy him.
Almost.
“Come on, man,” he murmured almost inaudibly over the sound of water hitting the wall and the tub under his feet. “Please, now…”
“What happened to patience?” Don asked and slipped his fingers free.
“I don’t know what you’re talking…yeah.” He groaned when another layer of lube was applied to his ass and his hard dick twitched against his stomach.
“I’m sure you do,” Don murmured. His back shielded Sheldon from the water, but Sheldon realized it only now, in that split second when Don wasn’t really touching him, when he could feel the spray on his shoulders and the top of his head in a soft mist.
“You like it really slick, don’t you?” he asked and spread his legs slightly while rising to the tips of his toes.
“Yeah,” Don murmured and brushed a feathery soft kiss against Sheldon’s shoulder again. “You ready?”
“More than,” Sheldon promised. Seconds later, he could feel the slick head of Don’s dick sliding into him.
There was no friction at all due to the amount of lube between them. It was a smooth slide, and Sheldon was sure that the friction would come soon enough, but right now, all he could feel was the stretch and the perfect feeling of fullness.
“Move, okay.” He turned his head to the side for a brief, uncoordinated kiss, and Don complied with his request without teasing or arguing.
He set a fast, almost punishing rhythm. One of his hands sneaked around Sheldon’s hip and wrapped around his hardness, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Water and lube ran down Sheldon’s legs, enhancing the feeling of being taken apart by Don’s thrusts, his hand and his mouth. It was an exhilarating feeling, letting himself fall and trusting Don to catch him, to put him back together in a new, clean way.
It was freeing and arousing and perfect, and it didn’t take him long to come, his breath coming in gasps, the water washing the lube and semen away almost immediately. He felt weak-kneed and exhausted and perfect and new, Don’s hands wide and soothing on his body as he came, pulled out and started to wash Sheldon’s back without hesitating.
“You’re done,” Don announced after a moment and turned off the water. “Come on, buddy.”
Sheldon stumbled out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips.
“I feel better,” he admitted as he wiped moisture off the mirror and peered at his reflection. “Thanks, Don.”
Don hummed. “Not much of cuddling after having sex, I’m sorry,” he said, “but we can always snuggle up on the couch. We should do this more often.” He grabbed a towel and scrubbed it through his hair, making it stick up wildly. “Why don’t we do that more often?”
Sheldon laughed and reached out, to brush the pads of his fingers across a pink nipple and tweak it gently. “We don’t do that more often because you usually want to be the one getting fucked.”
Don laughed. “True.” He shrugged. “But you know what you’re missing.” He winked, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over. “Pizza for dinner?”
Sheldon groaned. “That seals it,” he declared loudly.
“Seals what?” Don asked, already half out of the door.
“I love you.”
Don’s laughter filled the bathroom like the fog from the shower long after he’d left.
~end.
Fandom: CSINY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sheldon’s wet, cold and miserable. Don knows just what to do.
A/N: written for kink_bingo, prompt “wet, messy, dirty”. 1360 words.
There was a wet trickle down the back of his shirt, as if he was sweating excessively or the rain from the downpour had found its way underneath his jacket.
It probably was the second option, Sheldon thought as he knocked on the door. He had a key, but he was unwilling to try and find it now.
The door was pulled open.
“What happened to you, did you fall into the East River?” Don said by way of greeting.
“Feels like it,” Sheldon agreed. “It’s raining.”
“They invented umbrellas for that,” Don replied and pulled him into the bathroom. “Try not to get the mud everywhere.”
Sheldon grunted an answer. He was wet and dirty, and Don’s sense of humor tended to grate on his nerves in those situations.
Don raised both eyebrows. “Get in the shower, I’ll get you clean clothes,” he suggested, and Sheldon felt a wave of thankfulness fill him, pushing away the earlier foul mood.
“Thanks,” he muttered and started to peel off layers of wet fabric.
True to his word, Don was back a few moments later with an armful of clothes. Sheldon, now naked, started the water and, while waiting for it to warm up, he pulled Don close with cold fingers and kissed him.
“How did you manage to get mud under your clothes?” Don asked before stripping his shirt off and pressing himself against Sheldon’s chest. He was warm against his chilled skin, and Sheldon groaned quietly.
“I wish I knew,” he admitted and closed his teeth carefully around the lobe of Don’s ear.
Don brushed his hands over Sheldon’s shoulders, tracing heat and lust into his muscles. “Want me to wash your back?”
Sheldon nodded and brushed icy fingertips over a pebbled nipple. “I wouldn’t say no to that,” he said and fitted his fingers under the waistband of Don’s jeans, to pull him closer and kiss him again.
Together, they pushed down Don’s pants and underwear and stumbled under the spray of the water.
It was like little pinpricks of heat against Sheldon’s cold skin, even if the water was not all that warm in the first place. He could feel Don’s skin break out in goose bumps and wrapped himself against him to distract him with touches and kisses.
Gradually, he warmed up, both from the water they turned warmer and warmer and the slick slide of Don’s body against his own. When the bathroom was fogging up around them and Don’s skin had turned a delicious shade of soft pink, Sheldon rubbed his chin against Don’s shoulder and asked, “You want to wash my back now?”
Don grinned. His hair was slick with water, and he brushed it out of his eyes with an impatient gesture.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he said. “Turn around.”
Sheldon did and braced himself with his palms against the tiles. Moments later, he could feel Don’s hands, tracing down the length of his spine, fingers tripping over the ridges of his vertebrae and finally slipping between the cheeks of his ass.
Don’s lips closed around the sensitive patch of skin at the side of his neck. His fingers disappeared for a moment to return wetter and slicker. Coldness touched the inside of Sheldon’s thigh and slid down his leg, and then, a single finger was circling Sheldon’s hole and teasing the nerve endings there.
Sheldon focused on the finger, not wanting to miss a single second of it sliding into him, breaching him and stretching him a little, a teasing hint of what was to come.
Don exhaled shakily against the back of his neck. “Tight,” he murmured. “Let me get more lube.”
The finger disappeared, only to return moments later, cold again with more lubricant. It slipped more easily into Sheldon’s body, the middle finger teasing around the opening, but not pressing in just yet.
“Taking the scenic route, huh?” Sheldon asked and pressed slightly back, urging Don to move a little faster.
“I’m enjoying the view,” Don answered and twisted his finger slightly. “You look incredible, wet like this.”
“I’d look even better with more fingers in me,” Sheldon pointed out breathlessly. “Please, another one?”
Don sucked a kiss into his shoulder and pressed a second finger into him, along with more lube.
“That’s better,” Sheldon groaned and let his forehead rest against the cool tile. “Yeah, like that.”
“I know,” Don grinned. “You like this.” And with that, he crooked his fingers slightly while his free hand curved around Sheldon’s hip.
“Yeah,” Sheldon groaned. “Yeah…”
Water was running into his mouth, and he spluttered as Don twisted his fingers again.
“More,” he asked, bt he didn’t even have to wait for an answer before a third finger slipped easily into him.
It was almost enough of a stretch to satisfy him.
Almost.
“Come on, man,” he murmured almost inaudibly over the sound of water hitting the wall and the tub under his feet. “Please, now…”
“What happened to patience?” Don asked and slipped his fingers free.
“I don’t know what you’re talking…yeah.” He groaned when another layer of lube was applied to his ass and his hard dick twitched against his stomach.
“I’m sure you do,” Don murmured. His back shielded Sheldon from the water, but Sheldon realized it only now, in that split second when Don wasn’t really touching him, when he could feel the spray on his shoulders and the top of his head in a soft mist.
“You like it really slick, don’t you?” he asked and spread his legs slightly while rising to the tips of his toes.
“Yeah,” Don murmured and brushed a feathery soft kiss against Sheldon’s shoulder again. “You ready?”
“More than,” Sheldon promised. Seconds later, he could feel the slick head of Don’s dick sliding into him.
There was no friction at all due to the amount of lube between them. It was a smooth slide, and Sheldon was sure that the friction would come soon enough, but right now, all he could feel was the stretch and the perfect feeling of fullness.
“Move, okay.” He turned his head to the side for a brief, uncoordinated kiss, and Don complied with his request without teasing or arguing.
He set a fast, almost punishing rhythm. One of his hands sneaked around Sheldon’s hip and wrapped around his hardness, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Water and lube ran down Sheldon’s legs, enhancing the feeling of being taken apart by Don’s thrusts, his hand and his mouth. It was an exhilarating feeling, letting himself fall and trusting Don to catch him, to put him back together in a new, clean way.
It was freeing and arousing and perfect, and it didn’t take him long to come, his breath coming in gasps, the water washing the lube and semen away almost immediately. He felt weak-kneed and exhausted and perfect and new, Don’s hands wide and soothing on his body as he came, pulled out and started to wash Sheldon’s back without hesitating.
“You’re done,” Don announced after a moment and turned off the water. “Come on, buddy.”
Sheldon stumbled out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips.
“I feel better,” he admitted as he wiped moisture off the mirror and peered at his reflection. “Thanks, Don.”
Don hummed. “Not much of cuddling after having sex, I’m sorry,” he said, “but we can always snuggle up on the couch. We should do this more often.” He grabbed a towel and scrubbed it through his hair, making it stick up wildly. “Why don’t we do that more often?”
Sheldon laughed and reached out, to brush the pads of his fingers across a pink nipple and tweak it gently. “We don’t do that more often because you usually want to be the one getting fucked.”
Don laughed. “True.” He shrugged. “But you know what you’re missing.” He winked, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over. “Pizza for dinner?”
Sheldon groaned. “That seals it,” he declared loudly.
“Seals what?” Don asked, already half out of the door.
“I love you.”
Don’s laughter filled the bathroom like the fog from the shower long after he’d left.
~end.
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