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kathierif_ficTitle: Nothing Else
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/character: Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Danny trusts Don but it takes a few attempts to get used to the blindfold, prompted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scripps
Kink: Blindfold
Notes/Warnings: slash, maybe hints of trust issues
Word Count: 2185 words
There was no doubt that Danny trusted Don implicitly and with every fiber o his being, but still, there were things happening between them that he wasn’t so sure about.
This, he thought while shifting his shoulders uncomfortably, was one of them.
“Relax,” Don murmured, his voice quiet and warm, his breath tickling the shell of Danny’s ear, “I know you can do this.”
Danny exhaled shakily. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah.”
He didn’t know if he wanted to convince Don or himself.
~*~
The first time they tried this, with dark, cool silk brushing softly against Danny’s overheated skin, sealing off the light and trapping him inside his own head, all Danny could think of was a case they had worked years and years ago, a man buried alive and suffocating. His thoughts had strayed away from the feeling of Don’s fingers and mouth trailing down his body and had started to circle around the case, and he hadn’t even realized that his breath was coming in short, uncontrolled gasps, bordering on hyperventilating, until Don’s fingers tugged the blindfold up to Danny’s forehead and he could hear Don murmuring softly and soothingly into his ear. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t hard anymore, and he turned an embarrassed grimace toward Don. Before he could say a single word, Don pulled him into a soft kiss, his thumbs brushing, unexpectedly gentle, over Danny’s face.
“Next time,” he muttered, “say something before you start freaking out, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Danny replied, blinking into the soft light of the bedside lamp, but in the privacy of his mind, where he was still reeling from what just happened, he swore to himself that there wouldn’t be a next time for freaking out.
~*~
“You still with me?” Don asked and moved, to suck a wet kiss into Danny’s shoulder. “Come on, Mess, talk to me.”
Danny snorted and blindly reached out, the side of his hand colliding with Don’s body before he managed to curve his palm around an elbow and skirting it up Don’s arm, over the back of his neck and into his short hair. “I thought we agreed that you don’t call me Mess and I don’t call you Flack when we do this?” he asked amusedly before lifting his hand up and off Don’s head. Habit had him reach for the bridge of his nose with the back of a finger, to push up glasses he wasn’t wearing at the moment, but instead of cold frames, he felt soft, warm silk and huffed a laugh.
“Danny,” Don corrected himself, the smile audible in his voice. “You still with me?”
“I am.” Danny shifted slightly against the sheets and allowed his legs to splay out slightly. He was rewarded almost immediately when Don’s fingers brushed against the inside of his knee and up, toward his balls.
“Will you freak out again if I try to give you a blowjob now?” Don asked and ran teasing fingertips up the length of Danny’s half-hard dick.
Danny laughed and nudged his own legs a fraction wider apart. “We won’t know until you try it,” he replied.
Don hesitated for a few heartbeats, but then he crawled down between Danny’s legs and got comfortable there.
~*~
The next time Don pulled out the silk scarf, Danny frowned at first, but he didn’t protest when Don asked him, “Wanna try this again?”
His thoughts inevitably went back to their first attempt at this, and how it had ended, and he had to swallow against the sudden trepidation that was lodged in his throat.
“It has to go better than the last attempt, right?” he tried to joke, but the expression in Don’s eyes told him the other man wasn’t fooled by the front Danny tried to put up.
“You can say no, you know that, right?” Don murmured, but Danny took a deep breath and shook his head.
“Let’s do this,” he said firmly, determined not to think about crime scenes this time.
He concentrated so hard on not thinking about being buried alive that he frowned in confusion when Don pulled the blindfold off of him again and kissed him gently.
“What?” he asked, confusion making him frown.
Don sighed. “You’re stiff like a corpse,” he said and kissed Danny again. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m not a corpse, Don,” Danny pointed out, irritated at how close to what he was thinking about Don’s guess really was, and rolled around, to sit up.
“I’m sorry,” Don said behind him, but Danny wasn’t in the mood to listen to him. He stood and went to the bathroom.
He’d tried, but still, it seemed that it didn’t matter. No matter what he did, he did it wrong.
They didn’t speak to each other outside of work for almost two days before Don finally apologized again for calling Danny a corpse and Danny apologized for leaving like that, and after that, things went back to normal.
~*~
Don knew exactly how to drive Danny insane – he knew where to touch, he knew how to scrape his teeth gently against the sensitive underside of Danny’s erection, and he knew just how much to suck to get Danny right to the edge.
He also knew how to hold him there for a long time, teasing him until Danny was almost ready to sob and beg for his release.
However, there was something, a niggling feeling of not-right-ness at the back of Danny’s mind that prevented him from enjoying the attention as much as he usually would.
“Don,” he murmured softly. “Donnie…”
~*~
“You’re not freaking when you’re just closing your eyes,” Don mused, his arm wrapped around Danny’s shoulders and keeping him tucked against his side.
“I’m not freaking,” Danny mumbled, his face hot and sweaty and pressed tightly against Don’s ribs, so he didn’t have to look at his lover.
“No?” Don asked, disbelief dripping from the one syllable. “Then what is it that you are doing every time I put this on you?” He lifted his other hand. The blindfold was wrapped loosely around it.
Danny had no answer. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just relax and stay in the moment whenever he felt the silk brush against his face. He knew that taking away the sense of sight was supposed to heighten every other sense he had, multiplying every sensation – like the soft brush of fingertips against the back of his knee – and not made him flash back to cases he’d worked.
“You know you can trust me, right?” Don said softly, his arm around Danny’s shoulders tightening momentarily, as if he had to physically back up his words.
“Yeah, I know,” Danny murmured. He clumsily reached out and ran his flat palm down Don’s chest and stomach. “I trust you.” His fingertips brushed against short, coarse hair and against the base of Don’s dick.
“I wish you’d trust me enough to tell me what’s going on in that thick head of yours,” Don sighed, but he didn’t protest when Danny ran his hand over his dick and started to stroke and coax it back into hardness again.
~*~
Don immediately crawled up his body and kissed him gently. “Want to stop?” he asked, his fingertips running over Danny’s shoulders and his chin and his cheeks.
Danny shook his head slightly. “No, don’t stop,” he protested. “Please…” He bit his lip briefly, unsure of what he was feeling and if he should try to talk to Don about it.
He didn’t like being helpless, he told himself firmly, and that was all. It had nothing to do with Don and if he trusted the other man. There was no need to bring it up now and ruin what was turning out to be a really good make-out session.
“Please what?” Don murmured, his voice surprisingly close by. “What do you want?” He swallowed, and it sounded obscenely loud in Danny’s ear. “What do you need?”
That question, Danny decided, was easily answered. “You,” he said without hesitating. “I want you.”
Don stilled next to him. “Okay,” he finally said, his voice oddly high and breathless. “Roll over. On your side.”
Danny hurried to do as he had been told, and within moments, he was on his side, facing away from Don, one leg pulled forward and up, to give Don room to play with Danny’s ass.
Sheets rustled, a drawer was pulled open, and the mattress moved underneath them when Don shifted around. Danny could hear the sound of the bottle of lube being opened, loud like the crack of a whip to his hypersensitive ears, and he almost jumped out of his skin when Don’s fingers touched him without warning.
“Shhh,” Don murmured and pressed himself against Danny’s back. “Just me.”
“I know!” Danny snapped and took a deep breath. That much sharpness had been uncalled for, he knew it the second the words left his mouth, and he took another deep breath. “You have cold hands!”
Don kissed Danny’s shoulder with a snort and brushed slick, wet fingers against the opening to his body. “You need to learn how to relax,” he murmured and nipped slightly on Danny’s shoulder.
“I am relaxed,” Danny grumbled while trying to ignore the growing tension in his shoulders. He was hot, sweat prickling his skin, and the inability to see started to really get to him. “You’re just taking too long!”
~*~
“You’re obsessed,” Danny muttered, the words almost lost in between his panting for air and muffled by the fact that he was letting his head hang low. His hands were braced against the wall above the bed, the wallpaper rough against his palms, his knees were pressing into pillows and sheets, his thighs aching from being spread widely. Don was plastered against his back, licking, sucking and kissing the sensitive spot at the back of Danny’s neck, his left hand was wrapped firmly around Danny’s erection and stroking in time with his thrusts.
Don’s answering hum was neither a yes nor a no, but then, Danny hadn’t really expected the other man to come up with scintillating conversation right now. He knew Don well enough to realize how close he really was.
However, when Don’s right hand came up and was pressed over his eyes, Danny had to admit that he was confused – confused enough to get pulled out of the rhythm Don had established. Don murmured breathless words against his shoulder and tugged Danny’s head back, his fingers warm and comfortable over Danny’s closed eyes.
“You know it’s only me,” Don murmured and licked along the shell of Danny’s ear. “And you know that you can peek through my fingers there.”
Danny opened his eyes – his lashes brushing against Don’s palm, and he inhaled deeply through his nose. Don was right, he could see thin lines of brightness between his fingers, and even if it wasn’t much, it was enough to help him relax again.
“There you go,” Don whispered in his ear, “that’s it…”
Danny groaned and pushed back, pressing himself back and taking Don deep into his body, and Don quickly caught the hint and continued to fuck him hard.
~*~
“I’m not taking too long, and you know it,” Don replied with a chuckle and pressed a kiss against the back of Danny’s head, right above where the knot of the blindfold was digging into his scalp.
“Yes, you are,” Danny argued, even if he knew he wouldn’t win this. Don was right, they both knew it, but Danny needed to focus on something right now, and he had settled on this.
Two fingers pushed gently against his ass and into his body, and Danny pushed back impatiently – not because he was that desperate already, but to convince Don that he really was okay and that he wouldn’t freak out this time.
Because he wouldn’t.
Don licked the side of his face, his tongue catching on the material of the blindfold, and a warm, comfortable and familiar weight settled over his eyes.
A hand.
More fingers teased him, opening him up and preparing him, and Danny was caught between pushing into the contact, really craving it now, and concentrating on feeling Don’s hand splayed across his face.
He didn’t think about the blindfold anymore.
Don pushed into him with steady pressure, filling him completely, turning him inside out and making his knees shake and his breath catch in his throat, and this time, Danny could concentrate fully on the sensations of being spread wide, Don plastered to his back, heat radiating off of his skin, without getting distracted. The pressure of Don’s dick against his prostate almost made him shout, and for a second, he thought that fireworks were going off under his closed lids.
Forgotten was the blindfold over his eyes, forgotten were the open cases on his desk. Forgotten was everything but the feeling of Don surrounding him, holding him tight, touching him unexpectedly.
For once, nothing else mattered.
It was the most intense orgasm he’d had in quite a while.
~end
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/character: Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Danny trusts Don but it takes a few attempts to get used to the blindfold, prompted by
scrippsKink: Blindfold
Notes/Warnings: slash, maybe hints of trust issues
Word Count: 2185 words
There was no doubt that Danny trusted Don implicitly and with every fiber o his being, but still, there were things happening between them that he wasn’t so sure about.
This, he thought while shifting his shoulders uncomfortably, was one of them.
“Relax,” Don murmured, his voice quiet and warm, his breath tickling the shell of Danny’s ear, “I know you can do this.”
Danny exhaled shakily. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah.”
He didn’t know if he wanted to convince Don or himself.
The first time they tried this, with dark, cool silk brushing softly against Danny’s overheated skin, sealing off the light and trapping him inside his own head, all Danny could think of was a case they had worked years and years ago, a man buried alive and suffocating. His thoughts had strayed away from the feeling of Don’s fingers and mouth trailing down his body and had started to circle around the case, and he hadn’t even realized that his breath was coming in short, uncontrolled gasps, bordering on hyperventilating, until Don’s fingers tugged the blindfold up to Danny’s forehead and he could hear Don murmuring softly and soothingly into his ear. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t hard anymore, and he turned an embarrassed grimace toward Don. Before he could say a single word, Don pulled him into a soft kiss, his thumbs brushing, unexpectedly gentle, over Danny’s face.
“Next time,” he muttered, “say something before you start freaking out, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Danny replied, blinking into the soft light of the bedside lamp, but in the privacy of his mind, where he was still reeling from what just happened, he swore to himself that there wouldn’t be a next time for freaking out.
“You still with me?” Don asked and moved, to suck a wet kiss into Danny’s shoulder. “Come on, Mess, talk to me.”
Danny snorted and blindly reached out, the side of his hand colliding with Don’s body before he managed to curve his palm around an elbow and skirting it up Don’s arm, over the back of his neck and into his short hair. “I thought we agreed that you don’t call me Mess and I don’t call you Flack when we do this?” he asked amusedly before lifting his hand up and off Don’s head. Habit had him reach for the bridge of his nose with the back of a finger, to push up glasses he wasn’t wearing at the moment, but instead of cold frames, he felt soft, warm silk and huffed a laugh.
“Danny,” Don corrected himself, the smile audible in his voice. “You still with me?”
“I am.” Danny shifted slightly against the sheets and allowed his legs to splay out slightly. He was rewarded almost immediately when Don’s fingers brushed against the inside of his knee and up, toward his balls.
“Will you freak out again if I try to give you a blowjob now?” Don asked and ran teasing fingertips up the length of Danny’s half-hard dick.
Danny laughed and nudged his own legs a fraction wider apart. “We won’t know until you try it,” he replied.
Don hesitated for a few heartbeats, but then he crawled down between Danny’s legs and got comfortable there.
The next time Don pulled out the silk scarf, Danny frowned at first, but he didn’t protest when Don asked him, “Wanna try this again?”
His thoughts inevitably went back to their first attempt at this, and how it had ended, and he had to swallow against the sudden trepidation that was lodged in his throat.
“It has to go better than the last attempt, right?” he tried to joke, but the expression in Don’s eyes told him the other man wasn’t fooled by the front Danny tried to put up.
“You can say no, you know that, right?” Don murmured, but Danny took a deep breath and shook his head.
“Let’s do this,” he said firmly, determined not to think about crime scenes this time.
He concentrated so hard on not thinking about being buried alive that he frowned in confusion when Don pulled the blindfold off of him again and kissed him gently.
“What?” he asked, confusion making him frown.
Don sighed. “You’re stiff like a corpse,” he said and kissed Danny again. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m not a corpse, Don,” Danny pointed out, irritated at how close to what he was thinking about Don’s guess really was, and rolled around, to sit up.
“I’m sorry,” Don said behind him, but Danny wasn’t in the mood to listen to him. He stood and went to the bathroom.
He’d tried, but still, it seemed that it didn’t matter. No matter what he did, he did it wrong.
They didn’t speak to each other outside of work for almost two days before Don finally apologized again for calling Danny a corpse and Danny apologized for leaving like that, and after that, things went back to normal.
Don knew exactly how to drive Danny insane – he knew where to touch, he knew how to scrape his teeth gently against the sensitive underside of Danny’s erection, and he knew just how much to suck to get Danny right to the edge.
He also knew how to hold him there for a long time, teasing him until Danny was almost ready to sob and beg for his release.
However, there was something, a niggling feeling of not-right-ness at the back of Danny’s mind that prevented him from enjoying the attention as much as he usually would.
“Don,” he murmured softly. “Donnie…”
“You’re not freaking when you’re just closing your eyes,” Don mused, his arm wrapped around Danny’s shoulders and keeping him tucked against his side.
“I’m not freaking,” Danny mumbled, his face hot and sweaty and pressed tightly against Don’s ribs, so he didn’t have to look at his lover.
“No?” Don asked, disbelief dripping from the one syllable. “Then what is it that you are doing every time I put this on you?” He lifted his other hand. The blindfold was wrapped loosely around it.
Danny had no answer. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just relax and stay in the moment whenever he felt the silk brush against his face. He knew that taking away the sense of sight was supposed to heighten every other sense he had, multiplying every sensation – like the soft brush of fingertips against the back of his knee – and not made him flash back to cases he’d worked.
“You know you can trust me, right?” Don said softly, his arm around Danny’s shoulders tightening momentarily, as if he had to physically back up his words.
“Yeah, I know,” Danny murmured. He clumsily reached out and ran his flat palm down Don’s chest and stomach. “I trust you.” His fingertips brushed against short, coarse hair and against the base of Don’s dick.
“I wish you’d trust me enough to tell me what’s going on in that thick head of yours,” Don sighed, but he didn’t protest when Danny ran his hand over his dick and started to stroke and coax it back into hardness again.
Don immediately crawled up his body and kissed him gently. “Want to stop?” he asked, his fingertips running over Danny’s shoulders and his chin and his cheeks.
Danny shook his head slightly. “No, don’t stop,” he protested. “Please…” He bit his lip briefly, unsure of what he was feeling and if he should try to talk to Don about it.
He didn’t like being helpless, he told himself firmly, and that was all. It had nothing to do with Don and if he trusted the other man. There was no need to bring it up now and ruin what was turning out to be a really good make-out session.
“Please what?” Don murmured, his voice surprisingly close by. “What do you want?” He swallowed, and it sounded obscenely loud in Danny’s ear. “What do you need?”
That question, Danny decided, was easily answered. “You,” he said without hesitating. “I want you.”
Don stilled next to him. “Okay,” he finally said, his voice oddly high and breathless. “Roll over. On your side.”
Danny hurried to do as he had been told, and within moments, he was on his side, facing away from Don, one leg pulled forward and up, to give Don room to play with Danny’s ass.
Sheets rustled, a drawer was pulled open, and the mattress moved underneath them when Don shifted around. Danny could hear the sound of the bottle of lube being opened, loud like the crack of a whip to his hypersensitive ears, and he almost jumped out of his skin when Don’s fingers touched him without warning.
“Shhh,” Don murmured and pressed himself against Danny’s back. “Just me.”
“I know!” Danny snapped and took a deep breath. That much sharpness had been uncalled for, he knew it the second the words left his mouth, and he took another deep breath. “You have cold hands!”
Don kissed Danny’s shoulder with a snort and brushed slick, wet fingers against the opening to his body. “You need to learn how to relax,” he murmured and nipped slightly on Danny’s shoulder.
“I am relaxed,” Danny grumbled while trying to ignore the growing tension in his shoulders. He was hot, sweat prickling his skin, and the inability to see started to really get to him. “You’re just taking too long!”
“You’re obsessed,” Danny muttered, the words almost lost in between his panting for air and muffled by the fact that he was letting his head hang low. His hands were braced against the wall above the bed, the wallpaper rough against his palms, his knees were pressing into pillows and sheets, his thighs aching from being spread widely. Don was plastered against his back, licking, sucking and kissing the sensitive spot at the back of Danny’s neck, his left hand was wrapped firmly around Danny’s erection and stroking in time with his thrusts.
Don’s answering hum was neither a yes nor a no, but then, Danny hadn’t really expected the other man to come up with scintillating conversation right now. He knew Don well enough to realize how close he really was.
However, when Don’s right hand came up and was pressed over his eyes, Danny had to admit that he was confused – confused enough to get pulled out of the rhythm Don had established. Don murmured breathless words against his shoulder and tugged Danny’s head back, his fingers warm and comfortable over Danny’s closed eyes.
“You know it’s only me,” Don murmured and licked along the shell of Danny’s ear. “And you know that you can peek through my fingers there.”
Danny opened his eyes – his lashes brushing against Don’s palm, and he inhaled deeply through his nose. Don was right, he could see thin lines of brightness between his fingers, and even if it wasn’t much, it was enough to help him relax again.
“There you go,” Don whispered in his ear, “that’s it…”
Danny groaned and pushed back, pressing himself back and taking Don deep into his body, and Don quickly caught the hint and continued to fuck him hard.
“I’m not taking too long, and you know it,” Don replied with a chuckle and pressed a kiss against the back of Danny’s head, right above where the knot of the blindfold was digging into his scalp.
“Yes, you are,” Danny argued, even if he knew he wouldn’t win this. Don was right, they both knew it, but Danny needed to focus on something right now, and he had settled on this.
Two fingers pushed gently against his ass and into his body, and Danny pushed back impatiently – not because he was that desperate already, but to convince Don that he really was okay and that he wouldn’t freak out this time.
Because he wouldn’t.
Don licked the side of his face, his tongue catching on the material of the blindfold, and a warm, comfortable and familiar weight settled over his eyes.
A hand.
More fingers teased him, opening him up and preparing him, and Danny was caught between pushing into the contact, really craving it now, and concentrating on feeling Don’s hand splayed across his face.
He didn’t think about the blindfold anymore.
Don pushed into him with steady pressure, filling him completely, turning him inside out and making his knees shake and his breath catch in his throat, and this time, Danny could concentrate fully on the sensations of being spread wide, Don plastered to his back, heat radiating off of his skin, without getting distracted. The pressure of Don’s dick against his prostate almost made him shout, and for a second, he thought that fireworks were going off under his closed lids.
Forgotten was the blindfold over his eyes, forgotten were the open cases on his desk. Forgotten was everything but the feeling of Don surrounding him, holding him tight, touching him unexpectedly.
For once, nothing else mattered.
It was the most intense orgasm he’d had in quite a while.
~end