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kathierif_ficTitle: The Sound Of Silence
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,248 words
Summary: Under normal circumstances, Sheldon thought, he wouldn’t hesitate to just do it, right here on the ratty couch, but he couldn’t, not while his mother was sleeping in the next room.
And Don always – always – made those little sounds.
Author’s Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: #2 Silence. Many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nerfgunqueen who is just awesome, in my opinion.
~*+*~
“I told you to be quiet!”
Sheldon’s voice was deceptively calm, and to someone who didn’t know the good doctor or didn’t know him very well, it probably sounded very friendly. It was the kind of voice that soothed people and made them trust him, and forgot a few of their feelings of doubt and anger. It was the voice Sheldon used when talking to victims and their family, and suspects he wanted to convince to give him fingerprints or a DNA sample.
To Don, that voice did other things.
It sent shivers down his spine and made sweat break out all over his body. His breathing sped up slightly, and his mouth went dry.
The main effect that tone had, however, was the sharp jolt of arousal running through his whole body before centering low in his stomach, from where tendons of lust curled out and made his cock stiffen slightly.
And Sheldon hadn’t even touched him.
Don bit his lip and let his head fall back against the couch. He wanted to get laid; he needed it so badly he could almost taste it at the back of his mouth, but something told him that it probably wouldn’t happen tonight, unless he managed to develop an air-tight plan.
Not while Sheldon was playing Samaritan and offering shelter to his mother, who already had given Don a suspicious look when he’d knocked on the door earlier.
Sheldon gave him a speculative glance. He knew perfectly well why Don was here, and if he was perfectly honest with himself, the thought of being able to push into the tight ass of his coworker and sometimes lover and just fuck him through the nearest surface, be it now the couch, the bed or the wall separating his kitchen from his living room, sent more than just a glimmer of interest through him.
The problem was, of course, that Don made all these little noises whenever Sheldon fucked him and buried his cock deep in the other man’s ass: all these wonderful moans, whimpers, grunts, sometimes a drawn-out hiss or a cheeky comment; not to mention the hitched breathing, the panting or the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh, the slap of his balls against Don’s ass, the wet glide of his hand – or his mouth – on Don’s stiff cock…
Sheldon swallowed.
The thought alone made his balls tighten with need. Imagining Don spread out over his bed, his pale skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, his dark hair tousled – his eyes an even more intense shade of blue than usual, his bottom lip full and slightly swollen where Don would bite it, bringing the rosy color of blood up into the thin skin –
“Doc?” Don whispered quietly and shifted slightly. His hand settled on Sheldon’s thigh, burning through the material of his slacks and making his cock jump and fill out even more.
“Sheldon? You okay?”
There was no way Don hadn’t noticed the bulge in Sheldon’s pants, only fractions of an inch away from his curious fingertips.
Under normal circumstances, Sheldon thought, he wouldn’t hesitate stripping the younger man down, spreading those long legs – his hands rasping over the coarse, dark hair that liberally covered Don’s legs, his chest, and the pubic area; Don writhing under his touch and quipping at him to speed up, to finally fuck him, dammit, Doc – and just do it, right here on the ratty couch.
But he couldn’t.
His mother was a very light sleeper.
And Don always – always – made those little sounds.
He couldn’t risk it.
In the meantime, Don’s fingers had wandered and now were grazing lightly over Sheldon’s by now throbbing dick.
He gave Sheldon a cocky smile. Don knew perfectly well what his touch did to the other man, and right now, he was pulling all registers and used every seductive trick he could think of.
He needed Sheldon to fuck him through the mattress. He craved it. His whole body and mind centered and focused on this one need, on this one thought.
“Come on, Doc,” he murmured – and there it was again, that little hitch in his voice, for a hint of a second, the little squeak that Sheldon only cold detect when Don was beyond exhausted, very angry or very aroused. “Come on, Doc.”
And then, with a teasing smile, “I’ll be silent.”
Sheldon couldn’t stop the sudden snort of laughter from escaping; and he ducked his head and pressed a hand to his mouth to muffle it.
“Can you even do that?” he teased as soon as he had himself under some sort of control again.
Don narrowed his eyes slightly. “I can,” he told Sheldon. “Not so sure about you, though.”
And, as quick as that, the glove was thrown and the challenge accepted. Sheldon raised his eyebrows as he stood, offering Don a hand up. He wasn’t surprised when Don didn’t take it, and it didn’t offend him, either.
It also wasn’t that he had forgotten his mother, sleeping peacefully in the guestroom, only a thin wall – basically, three layers of wallpaper and nothing more – away from where he was quickly and impatiently sliding his hands underneath Don’s washed-out t-shirt to reach the pale scarred skin underneath.
Don grabbed the hem of his own t-shirt and pulled it up, over his head, and Sheldon took the chance to settle his hands against Don’s chest, feeling the hardness of his nipples brush against his sensitive palms, before bringing his hands around, against the small of Don’s back, his fingers pushing past the waistband of his jeans, and he pulled the taller man into a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss that served to muffle the hitching of Don’s breath when Sheldon dug his fingers in his well-muscled ass and brought their groins together.
The friction was delicious and almost unbearable, even through the layers of clothing still separating them, and Sheldon gave Don an appreciating smile. He hoped that it said everything he’d usually whisper against Don’s skin, tasting its saltiness and feeling it quiver against his lips.
He pulled Don in the bedroom, their progress hindered by hands working on the fly of his pants and rubbing against his dick. Pushing Don down on his bed face down, with his face buried in a pillow to make sure to muffle every sound, and stretching out over him while reaching for lube and condoms was the work of seconds.
He quickly prepared Don, who was writhing under his hands just as he’d imagined and was biting Sheldon’s pillow to keep his promise of silence, and Sheldon pushed into him and set a quick pace, his thrusts speeding up almost immediately. He bit his lip to stop the delighted moan from escaping at the tightness surrounding his dick, massaging it and seemingly pulling him in even deeper.
It was perfection.
The forced silence apparently made the whole experience more intense, Sheldon thought randomly as he pushed into Don again, feeling the sweat run down his back and prickling the skin at the back of his knees. He pressed his face against Don’s back, his hand wrapped around him, and they rocked together, Don pushing back into his thrusts with an almost desperate tension trembling through his muscles.
Perfection.
It didn’t occur to him until he was too far gone to care that the springs of his bed were squeaking badly and loud enough to wake the death, not to mention his mother...
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,248 words
Summary: Under normal circumstances, Sheldon thought, he wouldn’t hesitate to just do it, right here on the ratty couch, but he couldn’t, not while his mother was sleeping in the next room.
And Don always – always – made those little sounds.
Author’s Notes: Written for the
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: #2 Silence. Many thanks to nerfgunqueen who is just awesome, in my opinion.~*+*~
“I told you to be quiet!”
Sheldon’s voice was deceptively calm, and to someone who didn’t know the good doctor or didn’t know him very well, it probably sounded very friendly. It was the kind of voice that soothed people and made them trust him, and forgot a few of their feelings of doubt and anger. It was the voice Sheldon used when talking to victims and their family, and suspects he wanted to convince to give him fingerprints or a DNA sample.
To Don, that voice did other things.
It sent shivers down his spine and made sweat break out all over his body. His breathing sped up slightly, and his mouth went dry.
The main effect that tone had, however, was the sharp jolt of arousal running through his whole body before centering low in his stomach, from where tendons of lust curled out and made his cock stiffen slightly.
And Sheldon hadn’t even touched him.
Don bit his lip and let his head fall back against the couch. He wanted to get laid; he needed it so badly he could almost taste it at the back of his mouth, but something told him that it probably wouldn’t happen tonight, unless he managed to develop an air-tight plan.
Not while Sheldon was playing Samaritan and offering shelter to his mother, who already had given Don a suspicious look when he’d knocked on the door earlier.
Sheldon gave him a speculative glance. He knew perfectly well why Don was here, and if he was perfectly honest with himself, the thought of being able to push into the tight ass of his coworker and sometimes lover and just fuck him through the nearest surface, be it now the couch, the bed or the wall separating his kitchen from his living room, sent more than just a glimmer of interest through him.
The problem was, of course, that Don made all these little noises whenever Sheldon fucked him and buried his cock deep in the other man’s ass: all these wonderful moans, whimpers, grunts, sometimes a drawn-out hiss or a cheeky comment; not to mention the hitched breathing, the panting or the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh, the slap of his balls against Don’s ass, the wet glide of his hand – or his mouth – on Don’s stiff cock…
Sheldon swallowed.
The thought alone made his balls tighten with need. Imagining Don spread out over his bed, his pale skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, his dark hair tousled – his eyes an even more intense shade of blue than usual, his bottom lip full and slightly swollen where Don would bite it, bringing the rosy color of blood up into the thin skin –
“Doc?” Don whispered quietly and shifted slightly. His hand settled on Sheldon’s thigh, burning through the material of his slacks and making his cock jump and fill out even more.
“Sheldon? You okay?”
There was no way Don hadn’t noticed the bulge in Sheldon’s pants, only fractions of an inch away from his curious fingertips.
Under normal circumstances, Sheldon thought, he wouldn’t hesitate stripping the younger man down, spreading those long legs – his hands rasping over the coarse, dark hair that liberally covered Don’s legs, his chest, and the pubic area; Don writhing under his touch and quipping at him to speed up, to finally fuck him, dammit, Doc – and just do it, right here on the ratty couch.
But he couldn’t.
His mother was a very light sleeper.
And Don always – always – made those little sounds.
He couldn’t risk it.
In the meantime, Don’s fingers had wandered and now were grazing lightly over Sheldon’s by now throbbing dick.
He gave Sheldon a cocky smile. Don knew perfectly well what his touch did to the other man, and right now, he was pulling all registers and used every seductive trick he could think of.
He needed Sheldon to fuck him through the mattress. He craved it. His whole body and mind centered and focused on this one need, on this one thought.
“Come on, Doc,” he murmured – and there it was again, that little hitch in his voice, for a hint of a second, the little squeak that Sheldon only cold detect when Don was beyond exhausted, very angry or very aroused. “Come on, Doc.”
And then, with a teasing smile, “I’ll be silent.”
Sheldon couldn’t stop the sudden snort of laughter from escaping; and he ducked his head and pressed a hand to his mouth to muffle it.
“Can you even do that?” he teased as soon as he had himself under some sort of control again.
Don narrowed his eyes slightly. “I can,” he told Sheldon. “Not so sure about you, though.”
And, as quick as that, the glove was thrown and the challenge accepted. Sheldon raised his eyebrows as he stood, offering Don a hand up. He wasn’t surprised when Don didn’t take it, and it didn’t offend him, either.
It also wasn’t that he had forgotten his mother, sleeping peacefully in the guestroom, only a thin wall – basically, three layers of wallpaper and nothing more – away from where he was quickly and impatiently sliding his hands underneath Don’s washed-out t-shirt to reach the pale scarred skin underneath.
Don grabbed the hem of his own t-shirt and pulled it up, over his head, and Sheldon took the chance to settle his hands against Don’s chest, feeling the hardness of his nipples brush against his sensitive palms, before bringing his hands around, against the small of Don’s back, his fingers pushing past the waistband of his jeans, and he pulled the taller man into a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss that served to muffle the hitching of Don’s breath when Sheldon dug his fingers in his well-muscled ass and brought their groins together.
The friction was delicious and almost unbearable, even through the layers of clothing still separating them, and Sheldon gave Don an appreciating smile. He hoped that it said everything he’d usually whisper against Don’s skin, tasting its saltiness and feeling it quiver against his lips.
He pulled Don in the bedroom, their progress hindered by hands working on the fly of his pants and rubbing against his dick. Pushing Don down on his bed face down, with his face buried in a pillow to make sure to muffle every sound, and stretching out over him while reaching for lube and condoms was the work of seconds.
He quickly prepared Don, who was writhing under his hands just as he’d imagined and was biting Sheldon’s pillow to keep his promise of silence, and Sheldon pushed into him and set a quick pace, his thrusts speeding up almost immediately. He bit his lip to stop the delighted moan from escaping at the tightness surrounding his dick, massaging it and seemingly pulling him in even deeper.
It was perfection.
The forced silence apparently made the whole experience more intense, Sheldon thought randomly as he pushed into Don again, feeling the sweat run down his back and prickling the skin at the back of his knees. He pressed his face against Don’s back, his hand wrapped around him, and they rocked together, Don pushing back into his thrusts with an almost desperate tension trembling through his muscles.
Perfection.
It didn’t occur to him until he was too far gone to care that the springs of his bed were squeaking badly and loud enough to wake the death, not to mention his mother...
~End.