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kathierif_ficTitle: I Kissed A Girl (And Maybe Liked It)
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, the usual.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer/Don Flack
Fandom: CSI:NY
Spoilers: Episode 5x07, "Dead Inside"
Word Count: 1,118
Warnings: slash, threesome
Summary: Don comes home after the kiss at the end of "Dead Inside".
Author's Notes: Whee, CSI:NY, I still love you!!!
***
"You want one, too?"
Mac lifted the almost empty bottle he was holding and tipped it slightly, offering it to his younger lover, but Don just shook his head without looking up.
He'd come home half an hour ago, not saying much, simply sitting down on the couch and staring into thin air. The top buttons of his white dress shirt had been undone, and it was hanging out of his pants, and that, more than anything else, told Mac that Don hadn't come straight home from work.
And the expression on Don's face had told him that something was absolutely not right.
He'd left him alone to his thoughts, sensing that Don needed the time for himself. He hadn't commented when Don had started to play this one song, again and again. He'd just given his lover a few careful glances every now and then, when he'd finished another page of his paperwork.
"Nah," Don finally said, his voice rough around the edges. "I'm good, Mac."
Mac nodded. His paperwork was about finished, and he was free to concentrate on other things now.
Funny, he thought while opening the fridge and peering inside. Five years ago, when he'd agreed cautiously to this thing, this social experiment, with Danny and Don, he'd never thought that they'd come to the point where he would come home on time, only to find their shared apartment empty and dark and both his lovers still gone.
Usually, it had been the other way around, and Don and Danny had to drag him away from the lab.
Things between them sure had changed in the past five years. They'd settled into a routine, and after a while, he'd stopped fearing that Danny and Don would leave him at the drop of a hat.
He started to pull vegetables and chicken out of the fridge and put them on the counter. "Any idea when Danny's planning on coming home?"
"No."
Not only was Don lost in thought, he thought, but also monosyllabic tonight.
He grabbed a sharp knife from the drawer and started to cut the vegetables in smaller pieces. "So...how was your day?"
There was no reply for the longest time, and Mac was almost ready to drop the knife and go to check for a pulse when Don finally stirred. "I don't know, Mac," he quietly replied.
This time, he put down the knife and went to sit next to the younger man. He didn't reach out to Don, afraid that he would pull away, but he allowed their shoulders to brush.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really, no." Don's voice was almost inaudible. He still wasn't looking up as he took a shaky breath. "I...I met with my sister today."
This time, Mac's hand came up and started to rub Don's back soothingly. He knew how much his sister meant to Don, even if Don never talked much about her. However, when he did, he did it with a small, wistful smile on his face - or fond exasperation.
"I take it, it didn't go so well," he slowly guessed. He didn't want to upset Don, but he wanted to make sure Don would be fine.
Don shrugged and sighed deeply. "Didn't go quite as expected...that's not all."
Mac silently waited for Don to continue.
Don finally looked up, but he couldn't quite meet Mac's eyes. "I..." His tongue flickered out nervously to lick over his lip.
Don dropped his head into his hands again. "I kissed Jess Angell."
His voice was muffled by his palms, but still, Mac understood every word loud and clear, and they sliced through his heart with an icy cold.
"I don't know why I did it," Don continued after a while. "It just...happened." He sighed once more. "I'm sorry, Mac."
Mac forced himself to take deep, calming breaths. He realized that his hand had stopped rubbing Don's back, and he consciously picked the soothing motion up again.
"You kissed her?" he repeated, proud of the fact that his voice was calm and controlled.
"Yeah," Don sighed. "Mac, I'm sorry."
"Just a kiss?"
It felt, he thought clinically, like pouring salt in a bleeding, open wound, but he needed to know. He needed to know what exactly his lover had done.
"Just a kiss." He could hear the twist of Don's lips in his words. "Not even with tongue."
Mac sighed. Salt and wounds aside, he was pretty sure what he was feeling toward the younger man.
It was the same feeling he had toward Danny, who was constantly flirting with Lindsay, and who was encouraging her to flirt back until Mac had thought of forcing them to stop - they were at the lab to work, after all, not to flirt.
His arm curled around Don's shoulders, to pull him in a one-armed hug. Don went willingly, his cheek coming to rest against Mac's shoulder. His body heat was seeping through Mac's t-shirt, and Mac smiled gently.
"Love you," he whispered into Don's ear. His free arm came up, and his fingertips brushed through Don's short hair. On any other day, he would've teased Don about the fact that, despite several years younger than himself, Don had more grey hair than Mac did, but this wasn't the time for it.
"Love you too," Don murmured. His hand settled, hesitantly, on Mac's thigh and brushed over the denim of his jeans. "I don't know how it happened. She offered me a ride and I ... I just wanted to say thanks, you know?"
Mac nodded. "Can't say I like it," he murmured, "but yeah, I understand."
Five years, he thought, were a long time. In all those years, Don had never given him reason to doubt that he loved him and Danny. The fact that he was feeling so bad about a simple kiss told Mac that they would be fine.
The rattling of a key heralded Danny's arrival, and Mac gave Don a tender smile before standing and returning to the kitchen, to continue to prepare their dinner. From the corner of his eye, he could see Danny bending down, his hand slipping over Don's neck, and pressing a soft kiss to Don's lips, and when Danny straightened again to take off his shoes and jacket, he could see the barest hint of a smile on Don's face. Danny gave Mac a quick wave before disappearing into the bathroom, presumably to take off his contacts.
It was a normal evening in the Flack-Messer-Taylor household.
Satisfied, Mac turned on the stove.
They would be fine.
Everything would be good, as long as both Danny and Don would always come back to him in the end.
~End.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, the usual.
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Danny Messer/Don Flack
Fandom: CSI:NY
Spoilers: Episode 5x07, "Dead Inside"
Word Count: 1,118
Warnings: slash, threesome
Summary: Don comes home after the kiss at the end of "Dead Inside".
Author's Notes: Whee, CSI:NY, I still love you!!!
***
"You want one, too?"
Mac lifted the almost empty bottle he was holding and tipped it slightly, offering it to his younger lover, but Don just shook his head without looking up.
He'd come home half an hour ago, not saying much, simply sitting down on the couch and staring into thin air. The top buttons of his white dress shirt had been undone, and it was hanging out of his pants, and that, more than anything else, told Mac that Don hadn't come straight home from work.
And the expression on Don's face had told him that something was absolutely not right.
He'd left him alone to his thoughts, sensing that Don needed the time for himself. He hadn't commented when Don had started to play this one song, again and again. He'd just given his lover a few careful glances every now and then, when he'd finished another page of his paperwork.
"Nah," Don finally said, his voice rough around the edges. "I'm good, Mac."
Mac nodded. His paperwork was about finished, and he was free to concentrate on other things now.
Funny, he thought while opening the fridge and peering inside. Five years ago, when he'd agreed cautiously to this thing, this social experiment, with Danny and Don, he'd never thought that they'd come to the point where he would come home on time, only to find their shared apartment empty and dark and both his lovers still gone.
Usually, it had been the other way around, and Don and Danny had to drag him away from the lab.
Things between them sure had changed in the past five years. They'd settled into a routine, and after a while, he'd stopped fearing that Danny and Don would leave him at the drop of a hat.
He started to pull vegetables and chicken out of the fridge and put them on the counter. "Any idea when Danny's planning on coming home?"
"No."
Not only was Don lost in thought, he thought, but also monosyllabic tonight.
He grabbed a sharp knife from the drawer and started to cut the vegetables in smaller pieces. "So...how was your day?"
There was no reply for the longest time, and Mac was almost ready to drop the knife and go to check for a pulse when Don finally stirred. "I don't know, Mac," he quietly replied.
This time, he put down the knife and went to sit next to the younger man. He didn't reach out to Don, afraid that he would pull away, but he allowed their shoulders to brush.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really, no." Don's voice was almost inaudible. He still wasn't looking up as he took a shaky breath. "I...I met with my sister today."
This time, Mac's hand came up and started to rub Don's back soothingly. He knew how much his sister meant to Don, even if Don never talked much about her. However, when he did, he did it with a small, wistful smile on his face - or fond exasperation.
"I take it, it didn't go so well," he slowly guessed. He didn't want to upset Don, but he wanted to make sure Don would be fine.
Don shrugged and sighed deeply. "Didn't go quite as expected...that's not all."
Mac silently waited for Don to continue.
Don finally looked up, but he couldn't quite meet Mac's eyes. "I..." His tongue flickered out nervously to lick over his lip.
Don dropped his head into his hands again. "I kissed Jess Angell."
His voice was muffled by his palms, but still, Mac understood every word loud and clear, and they sliced through his heart with an icy cold.
"I don't know why I did it," Don continued after a while. "It just...happened." He sighed once more. "I'm sorry, Mac."
Mac forced himself to take deep, calming breaths. He realized that his hand had stopped rubbing Don's back, and he consciously picked the soothing motion up again.
"You kissed her?" he repeated, proud of the fact that his voice was calm and controlled.
"Yeah," Don sighed. "Mac, I'm sorry."
"Just a kiss?"
It felt, he thought clinically, like pouring salt in a bleeding, open wound, but he needed to know. He needed to know what exactly his lover had done.
"Just a kiss." He could hear the twist of Don's lips in his words. "Not even with tongue."
Mac sighed. Salt and wounds aside, he was pretty sure what he was feeling toward the younger man.
It was the same feeling he had toward Danny, who was constantly flirting with Lindsay, and who was encouraging her to flirt back until Mac had thought of forcing them to stop - they were at the lab to work, after all, not to flirt.
His arm curled around Don's shoulders, to pull him in a one-armed hug. Don went willingly, his cheek coming to rest against Mac's shoulder. His body heat was seeping through Mac's t-shirt, and Mac smiled gently.
"Love you," he whispered into Don's ear. His free arm came up, and his fingertips brushed through Don's short hair. On any other day, he would've teased Don about the fact that, despite several years younger than himself, Don had more grey hair than Mac did, but this wasn't the time for it.
"Love you too," Don murmured. His hand settled, hesitantly, on Mac's thigh and brushed over the denim of his jeans. "I don't know how it happened. She offered me a ride and I ... I just wanted to say thanks, you know?"
Mac nodded. "Can't say I like it," he murmured, "but yeah, I understand."
Five years, he thought, were a long time. In all those years, Don had never given him reason to doubt that he loved him and Danny. The fact that he was feeling so bad about a simple kiss told Mac that they would be fine.
The rattling of a key heralded Danny's arrival, and Mac gave Don a tender smile before standing and returning to the kitchen, to continue to prepare their dinner. From the corner of his eye, he could see Danny bending down, his hand slipping over Don's neck, and pressing a soft kiss to Don's lips, and when Danny straightened again to take off his shoes and jacket, he could see the barest hint of a smile on Don's face. Danny gave Mac a quick wave before disappearing into the bathroom, presumably to take off his contacts.
It was a normal evening in the Flack-Messer-Taylor household.
Satisfied, Mac turned on the stove.
They would be fine.
Everything would be good, as long as both Danny and Don would always come back to him in the end.
~End.