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kathierif_fic) wrote2009-05-26 08:56 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2009-05-26 08:56 pm
Fic: Surrender (CSI:NY, Don Flack/?, FRT-13)
Title: Surrender
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: FRT-13
Word Count: 1,196 words
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: He didn’t want to have company, and he didn’t want to be flirted with.
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rounds_of_kink,
Prompt: you don't have to be alone to be lonely, you might as well give in
Pairing: Don Flack/Anyone (surprise)
kink: Flirting
Prompted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandersyager
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Don Flack was sitting at the bar, a half-empty glass in front of him. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up, and to the casual observer, he looked very much at ease and comfortable with himself.
He was turning the glass in between his fingers, briefly wondering if it was half-empty or half-full and then deciding that it didn’t matter. He was past the point where he would care tonight.
The thing was, he was alone. He’d planned on meeting Danny tonight, have some drinks and fun, maybe play some pool, but Danny had, at virtually the last second, blown him off and had promised Don “another time” – just like he’d done so often lately.
“It’s Lindsay,” Danny had said on the phone, his voice strangely apologetic and at the same time not. “I forgot that we had plans tonight, Flack, sorry.”
Don had shrugged it off at first. He didn’t need Danny. He could go out and have fun without the other man, even if his fellow officers thought he was strange for sticking around the geeks so much and only met him with extreme cautiousness.
He didn’t need Danny.
He sighed and took another sip of his drink. The alcohol burned his tongue and throat when he swallowed, but he welcomed the sensation and the way it brought the world around him strangely into focus while smoothening out the edges.
He didn’t mind being alone. Never had. And if Danny preferred to hang out with Lindsay, so be it.
It wasn’t as if he missed Danny.
No.
“Hey there.”
At first, he was able to ignore the voice, ignore the person slipping on the chair next to him and ordering a drink with a quick wave of a well-manicured hand. He was comfortable with himself, lost within his own head, thinking about Danny, and how he definitely didn’t need him at all, but he’d underestimated the stubbornness of his companion, the way his elbow rubbed, innocently enough, against Don’s as he took a sip of his drink.
Finally, Don looked up with an annoyed expression on his face. He hoped it was enough to make the other man realize that Don would prefer to be left alone, but the man seemed oblivious about it.
“All alone tonight?”
Don raised his eyebrows and lifted the glass to his lips again. He didn’t want to get involved in this conversation, but something in him couldn’t resist.
“They train you CSIs well to figure that out,” he said with biting sarcasm, but the only reply he got was a chuckle.
“You don’t have to be alone, you know.”
Finally, he looked over. The other man was dressed in comfortable slacks and a t-shirt, and he seemed to be strangely comfortable in the situation he was in. Don would have never suspected him to be the type; but then, if there was one thing he’d learned during his years as a cop, it was not to judge a book by its cover.
“Maybe I want to be alone,” he mumbled and signalled the barkeeper to bring him another drink.
“I don’t think so.”
“I don’t care what you think. I’m off the clock.” Don took a sip of his fresh drink and rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
“You’re lonely.”
“Pot – kettle,” he mumbled. “Where’s the difference? Lonely, alone, isn’t it all the same?”
“You don’t have to be alone to be lonely.”
Again, their elbows brushed against each other, their shoulders, their knees.
Don chuckled, low in his throat and quiet. “Are you flirting with me?” he wanted to know. It was question he wouldn’t even consider under normal circumstances, but this was everything but normal, and yes, he missed being with Danny, and he’d pointed it out himself, he was off the clock.
He could do what he wanted to.
“Maybe I am.”
The answer was quiet, levelled, exactly the tone of voice he’d expected, but the words weren’t. They were like a bucket of icy water that was slowly poured down his shirt, running over his back and making him shiver.
He gasped quietly when hot fingers brushed along his leg, down the outside and up on the inside, stopping before they could reach his groin.
“Do you mind?”
“Yes,” he hissed, but he didn’t mean it, and they both knew it.
“You want to go somewhere else?”
“No.”
Don shook his head and took another sip of his drink. He didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay right here, where he’d told Danny he would be, in the ridiculous hope that the other man would show up eventually, to join him, to have some fun.
Even if he knew that Danny wouldn’t come, and even if he knew that, should Danny come, he wouldn’t be able – or willing? Or both? – to give Don what he wanted, what he needed.
What he craved.
There was no use in waiting for Danny.
There never had been one.
The thought was vaguely depressing, he thought while emptying his glass, the way realizations usually were. He was alone, he was lonely, and there was still a hand on his thigh, squeezing and massaging the muscles gently.
He leaned back in his chair and gave the other man a smirk.
“That’s pretty forward,” he remarked, even if he couldn’t deny that his body was tingling with the first stirs of arousal and the effects of the alcohol.
“Are you objecting to anything I’m doing?” came the quiet question back, and Don bowed his head slightly in admitting that he wasn’t.
“Just surprised,” he said after a moment. “This is you, after all.”
A chuckle. “I’m not allowed to have fun?”
“I didn’t think you even knew how to have fun,” Don said honestly. The situation was slightly surreal, it occurred to him that he’d never expected to end up like this, but he wasn’t exactly complaining.
“I know how to have a lot of fun.” The hand squeezed his thigh one last time and pulled back. “So what do you say?”
“To what?” Don raised both eyebrows in inquiring amusement.
“You don’t have to be alone to be lonely, you might as well give in.”
“Give in? Go home with you?”
“Yes.”
He thought for a moment. It wasn’t his style, to go home with other men – unless it was Danny, but Danny wasn’t here. But he knew this one, knew that he was safe and that there would be no negative repercussions from this adventure. And maybe this was exactly what he needed, to get rid of the Danny-centric thoughts in his mind.
“What do you say?”
He smiled and pulled a few bills out of his pocket, to pay for both their drinks. “I say it sounds like a good idea,” he grinned. “And, Mac?”
He slid an arm around the older man’s shoulder as they slowly made their way out of the bar. Mac’s arm wrapped around his waist, warm and comfortable, and Don took a deep breath.
“Hm?”
“You have to work on your flirting techniques.”
Mac chuckled again.
“I don’t know,” he said, “They worked. I got what I wanted.”
The End.
In case you don't like surprises:
Pairing: Don/Mac.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: FRT-13
Word Count: 1,196 words
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: He didn’t want to have company, and he didn’t want to be flirted with.
For
rounds_of_kink, Prompt: you don't have to be alone to be lonely, you might as well give in
Pairing: Don Flack/Anyone (surprise)
kink: Flirting
Prompted by
sandersyager*~~*~~*
Don Flack was sitting at the bar, a half-empty glass in front of him. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up, and to the casual observer, he looked very much at ease and comfortable with himself.
He was turning the glass in between his fingers, briefly wondering if it was half-empty or half-full and then deciding that it didn’t matter. He was past the point where he would care tonight.
The thing was, he was alone. He’d planned on meeting Danny tonight, have some drinks and fun, maybe play some pool, but Danny had, at virtually the last second, blown him off and had promised Don “another time” – just like he’d done so often lately.
“It’s Lindsay,” Danny had said on the phone, his voice strangely apologetic and at the same time not. “I forgot that we had plans tonight, Flack, sorry.”
Don had shrugged it off at first. He didn’t need Danny. He could go out and have fun without the other man, even if his fellow officers thought he was strange for sticking around the geeks so much and only met him with extreme cautiousness.
He didn’t need Danny.
He sighed and took another sip of his drink. The alcohol burned his tongue and throat when he swallowed, but he welcomed the sensation and the way it brought the world around him strangely into focus while smoothening out the edges.
He didn’t mind being alone. Never had. And if Danny preferred to hang out with Lindsay, so be it.
It wasn’t as if he missed Danny.
No.
“Hey there.”
At first, he was able to ignore the voice, ignore the person slipping on the chair next to him and ordering a drink with a quick wave of a well-manicured hand. He was comfortable with himself, lost within his own head, thinking about Danny, and how he definitely didn’t need him at all, but he’d underestimated the stubbornness of his companion, the way his elbow rubbed, innocently enough, against Don’s as he took a sip of his drink.
Finally, Don looked up with an annoyed expression on his face. He hoped it was enough to make the other man realize that Don would prefer to be left alone, but the man seemed oblivious about it.
“All alone tonight?”
Don raised his eyebrows and lifted the glass to his lips again. He didn’t want to get involved in this conversation, but something in him couldn’t resist.
“They train you CSIs well to figure that out,” he said with biting sarcasm, but the only reply he got was a chuckle.
“You don’t have to be alone, you know.”
Finally, he looked over. The other man was dressed in comfortable slacks and a t-shirt, and he seemed to be strangely comfortable in the situation he was in. Don would have never suspected him to be the type; but then, if there was one thing he’d learned during his years as a cop, it was not to judge a book by its cover.
“Maybe I want to be alone,” he mumbled and signalled the barkeeper to bring him another drink.
“I don’t think so.”
“I don’t care what you think. I’m off the clock.” Don took a sip of his fresh drink and rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
“You’re lonely.”
“Pot – kettle,” he mumbled. “Where’s the difference? Lonely, alone, isn’t it all the same?”
“You don’t have to be alone to be lonely.”
Again, their elbows brushed against each other, their shoulders, their knees.
Don chuckled, low in his throat and quiet. “Are you flirting with me?” he wanted to know. It was question he wouldn’t even consider under normal circumstances, but this was everything but normal, and yes, he missed being with Danny, and he’d pointed it out himself, he was off the clock.
He could do what he wanted to.
“Maybe I am.”
The answer was quiet, levelled, exactly the tone of voice he’d expected, but the words weren’t. They were like a bucket of icy water that was slowly poured down his shirt, running over his back and making him shiver.
He gasped quietly when hot fingers brushed along his leg, down the outside and up on the inside, stopping before they could reach his groin.
“Do you mind?”
“Yes,” he hissed, but he didn’t mean it, and they both knew it.
“You want to go somewhere else?”
“No.”
Don shook his head and took another sip of his drink. He didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay right here, where he’d told Danny he would be, in the ridiculous hope that the other man would show up eventually, to join him, to have some fun.
Even if he knew that Danny wouldn’t come, and even if he knew that, should Danny come, he wouldn’t be able – or willing? Or both? – to give Don what he wanted, what he needed.
What he craved.
There was no use in waiting for Danny.
There never had been one.
The thought was vaguely depressing, he thought while emptying his glass, the way realizations usually were. He was alone, he was lonely, and there was still a hand on his thigh, squeezing and massaging the muscles gently.
He leaned back in his chair and gave the other man a smirk.
“That’s pretty forward,” he remarked, even if he couldn’t deny that his body was tingling with the first stirs of arousal and the effects of the alcohol.
“Are you objecting to anything I’m doing?” came the quiet question back, and Don bowed his head slightly in admitting that he wasn’t.
“Just surprised,” he said after a moment. “This is you, after all.”
A chuckle. “I’m not allowed to have fun?”
“I didn’t think you even knew how to have fun,” Don said honestly. The situation was slightly surreal, it occurred to him that he’d never expected to end up like this, but he wasn’t exactly complaining.
“I know how to have a lot of fun.” The hand squeezed his thigh one last time and pulled back. “So what do you say?”
“To what?” Don raised both eyebrows in inquiring amusement.
“You don’t have to be alone to be lonely, you might as well give in.”
“Give in? Go home with you?”
“Yes.”
He thought for a moment. It wasn’t his style, to go home with other men – unless it was Danny, but Danny wasn’t here. But he knew this one, knew that he was safe and that there would be no negative repercussions from this adventure. And maybe this was exactly what he needed, to get rid of the Danny-centric thoughts in his mind.
“What do you say?”
He smiled and pulled a few bills out of his pocket, to pay for both their drinks. “I say it sounds like a good idea,” he grinned. “And, Mac?”
He slid an arm around the older man’s shoulder as they slowly made their way out of the bar. Mac’s arm wrapped around his waist, warm and comfortable, and Don took a deep breath.
“Hm?”
“You have to work on your flirting techniques.”
Mac chuckled again.
“I don’t know,” he said, “They worked. I got what I wanted.”
The End.
In case you don't like surprises:
Pairing: Don/Mac.