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kathierif_ficTitle: Best Part of Dinner
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don (CSI:NY)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Summary: The best part of dinner is dessert, especially when it’s served like this…
Authors Notes: Okay, I give up. I failed. Odysseus/Alex, Lockheed/DJ and Pippin/AJ wanted a food-fight and gave me chocolate…and I utterly and completely failed. This is what happened. Hope you like it nonetheless. Feedback, as always, greatly appreciated.
***
Mac is a wonderful lover, both Danny and Don have decided long ago. Tonight, he proves it to them again – he has invited them to dinner and spends almost the whole afternoon in the kitchen, while his two lovers lie on the couch, watch TV and fool a bit around, but as far as Mac knows, they don’t anything else but kissing and stroking each other gently. It is not a problem: He doesn’t mind them making out in his living room, but when they do, he wants to watch, at least.
The food is delicious, and when the dishes are cleared away, they go back to the couch to wrap around each other, and Danny stretches lazily. His shirt hangs open and reveals his chest, but Mac was quite insistent on his “no shirt – no food” rule, and Danny decided that if he had to pull it back on for dinner he could at least leave it unbuttoned.
“So – what’s for dessert?” he asks and smiles at Mac.
“Dessert?” Mac repeats in disbelief. “Are you still hungry?”
“Nah.” Danny shakes his head a bit and allows his shirt to slip off one shoulder. “But I like dessert.”
Don snorts. He, at least, has taken the effort to button his shirt, and Mac is at the same time both thankful and not so thankful for that – to look at Danny’s chest while eating is distracting, but he likes this kind of distraction. He wouldn’t mind a bit more distraction from Don, as well.
“I have ice cream,” Mac offers.
Danny’s grin magnifies. “That’s perfect!” he exclaims and rubs his hands. The gleam in his eyes makes Mac wonder if it is a good idea to get the ice cream, but Danny’s attention is focused on Don, and he, himself, likes ice cream as well, so he tries to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of his skull and gets up from his place, half under Don, to get it.
“What flavor?” Danny calls after him, and Mac grins over his shoulder. “Chocolate, of course.”
Mac can’t see Danny, but he hears Don saying: “Whatever it is you’re planning, Messer, no. Not this time,” and he can take an educated guess at the expression of glee and unholy joy that must have crossed Danny’s face.
When he comes back, he carries three bowls with chocolate ice cream. Danny is still grinning, and Don is glaring at him, but both are relaxed and still tangled up, which usually means that Danny is planning something they will all enjoy, eventually, and Don is just pretending to be against it, a role Mac usually plays. But today, Mac feels a bit like causing mischief himself, and since he prepared the food for the three of them, he thinks he is allowed to do so, besides, nobody will ever learn of it – Danny and Don won’t tell anyone, he’s sure, because they know how dangerous it can be. And if he’s guessing right, they won’t remember many details later anyways.
“There you go.” Mac hands one bowl to Danny and gives him a spoon. “Eat your ice cream.”
Danny only grins.
Mac gives Don his bowl and spoon and sits down again. Danny’s shirt is tangled somewhere around his elbows, but it’s not completely off yet, and he can still use his arms. Mac shrugs. He knows that Danny is a tease, and now that dinner is over he can admit to himself that he really enjoys the view.
For a while they eat in silence and savor the rich chocolaty taste, but suddenly Danny looks up from his bowl; and with a wicked grin he flicks some of the ice cream at Don.
“Danny!”
“Messer!”
Danny doesn’t even try to hide his triumph. He’s grinning from one ear to the other. When he notices the looks both his lovers give him, he lifts his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll clean it up!” he says hurriedly, before Don can wipe the melting ice cream off his face. He places his bowl on the small table, leans into Don and starts licking the ice cream off his nose.
Don turns his head slightly, and Danny kisses him softly before pulling back. “Satisfied now?” he asks, and Don swallows.
“I think you missed a spot,” he finally manages to say, and Mac has to grin despite himself. Don and Danny look so good together, so hot; he could spend the whole evening watching them and still he wouldn’t have enough.
Danny pushes Don into a half-sprawl and kisses him again, more thoroughly this time.
“Better?” he asks, and Don smiles softly and nods.
“You know, you’re one of my favorite flavors,” Danny says softly and dips his spoon into the bowl. He feeds the ice cream to Don and starts to unbutton his shirt with his free hand.
Mac leans back and enjoys the show. This is one of the best things he can imagine – Don lets his head fall back, exposing his throat, and Danny pushes his shirt out of the way and dribbles more of the melting ice cream over his chest – and it only gets better when Danny grins over Don’s body at him and asks: “You want to try some, too, Mac?”
It certainly looks tasty, and Mac takes the chance to join in the fun and licks slowly over Don’s chest and stomach, paying special attention to the nipples. The sweet taste of chocolate and Don mingle and explode on his tongue, and he can’t stop the moan from escaping his throat and vibrating against hot skin and cool dessert.
“You’re right…delicious,” he says roughly before his tongue sneaks back to warm skin and cold sweetness.
When every trace of ice cream has disappeared from Don’s body, Mac takes his own bowl and dribbles more of the melting food over his lover before licking it off again.
“Damn,” Don breathes when Mac’s tongue tickles one of his most sensitive spots, right under his ribs, “Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with your food?”
Danny chuckles throatily. “Apparently not,” he grins and leans down to swipe his own tongue over Don’s ribs. He can’t get enough of the taste – but then, neither can Mac, obviously, who is now dipping his tongue in Don’s navel.
Danny grabs his abandoned bowl from the table – the ice cream has started to melt by now – and dips his finger in. He smears it over Don’s lips and starts to kiss and lick it off.
He feeds Don another spoonful and then tries to retrieve the last traces of chocolate flavor from Don’s mouth with a deep probing kiss, but then he gets distracted by Don’s tongue, and he abandons his task in favor of tangling their tongues together.
Mac leans back and watches the kiss, but then his hands start to stroke and pet every body part he can reach, and when he presses his palm against the front of Don’s pants and Don pushes back against him, already half-hard, he starts to unbutton and unzip Don’s dark pants with one hand. The other one is occupied teasing Danny with soft touches that cause soft moans and goose bumps along Danny’s spine.
Don finally manages to drag his mouth away from Danny’s lips. He looks down his body and watches as Mac pulls his pants and underwear down while sinking to his knees in front of him and reaching for his ice cream. He shakes his head almost frantically. “No, Mac, no, don’t, shit, that’s cold…” and the rest of the sentence is forgotten when he gasps at the chill of cold ice cream, low on his stomach, quickly followed by Mac’s hot tongue.
Mac laughs gently against his skin. “You like that?”
Don can’t answer – he has Danny’s tongue and another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, besides, his brain just decided that talking is overrated and concentrates on other things: the feeling of Danny’s mouth, nibbling along his jaw, or Mac’s tongue.
Mac understands him even without words, and he uses his fingers and ice cream to draw patterns on Don’s cock before swallowing him down.
Danny’s socked foot rubs against his side in a gentle caress. He has stopped kissing Don in favor of watching Mac giving Don one of his famous blow-jobs – they both love these, and Mac doesn’t give them often; only as a special treat, and they both know it.
“You are overdressed, Mac.”
Mac slowly pulls off Don’s cock – the look Don gives Danny for stating this observation promises torture and murder and eternal pain for interrupting the blow-job – and Mac smiles at their antics before quickly getting rid of his shirt and pants. Then he returns his attention to Don.
All thoughts of ice cream are forgotten now, all that counts is in front of him, and Mac takes his sweet time licking and kissing and finally taking Don’s cock deep into his mouth.
Danny gives Don another kiss and slides to the floor next to Mac. He wraps his hand around Mac’s cock and starts stroking gently up and down in a well-practiced motion. Mac moans softly, and the vibrations send shivers through all three of them.
It doesn’t take long for Don and Mac to come, and when they do, they come almost simultaneously.
Mac presses a few soothing kisses against Don’s stomach to soothe the trembling of his muscles before pulling off completely and turning towards Danny. Danny is still watching them with wide, dilated eyes. He hasn’t moved, his hand is still wrapped around Mac’s cock. His lips are slightly parted, and Mac can’t resist and kisses him.
“Get up,” he orders, and then it’s him who is watching in helpless fascination as Danny wriggles out of his pants and almost collapses on the couch next to Don.
Mac kisses his way up one strong leg to his final goal, and Danny gives a strangled moan, a mixture of groan and whimper. From under his lashes he can see that Don scratches lightly over Danny’s chest, carding his fingers through the hair, and if he interprets the muffled sound correctly, they are kissing again.
He licks his way up and down Danny’s cock and wraps his tongue around it and sucks until Danny comes with a small, broken noise.
It takes some time for him to get off his knees – he’s shaking and trembling almost as much as Danny at the moment, and he suspects he isn’t the youngest anymore, his knees are getting stiff, but then he reclaims his position at Don’s side, one arm stretched out over the back of the couch to rest at Danny’s neck, playing with soft, now slightly damp strands of hair. They don’t bother with dressing or cleaning up right now – there’s always time for that later.
“I have to say,” Danny pulls a drowsy and very satisfied Don against his chest and waits for him to settle comfortably. He grabs the bowl with the melted chocolate ice cream and dips his spoon in it before licking the spoon in a very suggestive way. He finishes his sentence only after swallowing his mouthful, and with a huge grin on his face.
“Dessert really is the best part of dinner.”
End.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don (CSI:NY)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Summary: The best part of dinner is dessert, especially when it’s served like this…
Authors Notes: Okay, I give up. I failed. Odysseus/Alex, Lockheed/DJ and Pippin/AJ wanted a food-fight and gave me chocolate…and I utterly and completely failed. This is what happened. Hope you like it nonetheless. Feedback, as always, greatly appreciated.
***
Mac is a wonderful lover, both Danny and Don have decided long ago. Tonight, he proves it to them again – he has invited them to dinner and spends almost the whole afternoon in the kitchen, while his two lovers lie on the couch, watch TV and fool a bit around, but as far as Mac knows, they don’t anything else but kissing and stroking each other gently. It is not a problem: He doesn’t mind them making out in his living room, but when they do, he wants to watch, at least.
The food is delicious, and when the dishes are cleared away, they go back to the couch to wrap around each other, and Danny stretches lazily. His shirt hangs open and reveals his chest, but Mac was quite insistent on his “no shirt – no food” rule, and Danny decided that if he had to pull it back on for dinner he could at least leave it unbuttoned.
“So – what’s for dessert?” he asks and smiles at Mac.
“Dessert?” Mac repeats in disbelief. “Are you still hungry?”
“Nah.” Danny shakes his head a bit and allows his shirt to slip off one shoulder. “But I like dessert.”
Don snorts. He, at least, has taken the effort to button his shirt, and Mac is at the same time both thankful and not so thankful for that – to look at Danny’s chest while eating is distracting, but he likes this kind of distraction. He wouldn’t mind a bit more distraction from Don, as well.
“I have ice cream,” Mac offers.
Danny’s grin magnifies. “That’s perfect!” he exclaims and rubs his hands. The gleam in his eyes makes Mac wonder if it is a good idea to get the ice cream, but Danny’s attention is focused on Don, and he, himself, likes ice cream as well, so he tries to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of his skull and gets up from his place, half under Don, to get it.
“What flavor?” Danny calls after him, and Mac grins over his shoulder. “Chocolate, of course.”
Mac can’t see Danny, but he hears Don saying: “Whatever it is you’re planning, Messer, no. Not this time,” and he can take an educated guess at the expression of glee and unholy joy that must have crossed Danny’s face.
When he comes back, he carries three bowls with chocolate ice cream. Danny is still grinning, and Don is glaring at him, but both are relaxed and still tangled up, which usually means that Danny is planning something they will all enjoy, eventually, and Don is just pretending to be against it, a role Mac usually plays. But today, Mac feels a bit like causing mischief himself, and since he prepared the food for the three of them, he thinks he is allowed to do so, besides, nobody will ever learn of it – Danny and Don won’t tell anyone, he’s sure, because they know how dangerous it can be. And if he’s guessing right, they won’t remember many details later anyways.
“There you go.” Mac hands one bowl to Danny and gives him a spoon. “Eat your ice cream.”
Danny only grins.
Mac gives Don his bowl and spoon and sits down again. Danny’s shirt is tangled somewhere around his elbows, but it’s not completely off yet, and he can still use his arms. Mac shrugs. He knows that Danny is a tease, and now that dinner is over he can admit to himself that he really enjoys the view.
For a while they eat in silence and savor the rich chocolaty taste, but suddenly Danny looks up from his bowl; and with a wicked grin he flicks some of the ice cream at Don.
“Danny!”
“Messer!”
Danny doesn’t even try to hide his triumph. He’s grinning from one ear to the other. When he notices the looks both his lovers give him, he lifts his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll clean it up!” he says hurriedly, before Don can wipe the melting ice cream off his face. He places his bowl on the small table, leans into Don and starts licking the ice cream off his nose.
Don turns his head slightly, and Danny kisses him softly before pulling back. “Satisfied now?” he asks, and Don swallows.
“I think you missed a spot,” he finally manages to say, and Mac has to grin despite himself. Don and Danny look so good together, so hot; he could spend the whole evening watching them and still he wouldn’t have enough.
Danny pushes Don into a half-sprawl and kisses him again, more thoroughly this time.
“Better?” he asks, and Don smiles softly and nods.
“You know, you’re one of my favorite flavors,” Danny says softly and dips his spoon into the bowl. He feeds the ice cream to Don and starts to unbutton his shirt with his free hand.
Mac leans back and enjoys the show. This is one of the best things he can imagine – Don lets his head fall back, exposing his throat, and Danny pushes his shirt out of the way and dribbles more of the melting ice cream over his chest – and it only gets better when Danny grins over Don’s body at him and asks: “You want to try some, too, Mac?”
It certainly looks tasty, and Mac takes the chance to join in the fun and licks slowly over Don’s chest and stomach, paying special attention to the nipples. The sweet taste of chocolate and Don mingle and explode on his tongue, and he can’t stop the moan from escaping his throat and vibrating against hot skin and cool dessert.
“You’re right…delicious,” he says roughly before his tongue sneaks back to warm skin and cold sweetness.
When every trace of ice cream has disappeared from Don’s body, Mac takes his own bowl and dribbles more of the melting food over his lover before licking it off again.
“Damn,” Don breathes when Mac’s tongue tickles one of his most sensitive spots, right under his ribs, “Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with your food?”
Danny chuckles throatily. “Apparently not,” he grins and leans down to swipe his own tongue over Don’s ribs. He can’t get enough of the taste – but then, neither can Mac, obviously, who is now dipping his tongue in Don’s navel.
Danny grabs his abandoned bowl from the table – the ice cream has started to melt by now – and dips his finger in. He smears it over Don’s lips and starts to kiss and lick it off.
He feeds Don another spoonful and then tries to retrieve the last traces of chocolate flavor from Don’s mouth with a deep probing kiss, but then he gets distracted by Don’s tongue, and he abandons his task in favor of tangling their tongues together.
Mac leans back and watches the kiss, but then his hands start to stroke and pet every body part he can reach, and when he presses his palm against the front of Don’s pants and Don pushes back against him, already half-hard, he starts to unbutton and unzip Don’s dark pants with one hand. The other one is occupied teasing Danny with soft touches that cause soft moans and goose bumps along Danny’s spine.
Don finally manages to drag his mouth away from Danny’s lips. He looks down his body and watches as Mac pulls his pants and underwear down while sinking to his knees in front of him and reaching for his ice cream. He shakes his head almost frantically. “No, Mac, no, don’t, shit, that’s cold…” and the rest of the sentence is forgotten when he gasps at the chill of cold ice cream, low on his stomach, quickly followed by Mac’s hot tongue.
Mac laughs gently against his skin. “You like that?”
Don can’t answer – he has Danny’s tongue and another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, besides, his brain just decided that talking is overrated and concentrates on other things: the feeling of Danny’s mouth, nibbling along his jaw, or Mac’s tongue.
Mac understands him even without words, and he uses his fingers and ice cream to draw patterns on Don’s cock before swallowing him down.
Danny’s socked foot rubs against his side in a gentle caress. He has stopped kissing Don in favor of watching Mac giving Don one of his famous blow-jobs – they both love these, and Mac doesn’t give them often; only as a special treat, and they both know it.
“You are overdressed, Mac.”
Mac slowly pulls off Don’s cock – the look Don gives Danny for stating this observation promises torture and murder and eternal pain for interrupting the blow-job – and Mac smiles at their antics before quickly getting rid of his shirt and pants. Then he returns his attention to Don.
All thoughts of ice cream are forgotten now, all that counts is in front of him, and Mac takes his sweet time licking and kissing and finally taking Don’s cock deep into his mouth.
Danny gives Don another kiss and slides to the floor next to Mac. He wraps his hand around Mac’s cock and starts stroking gently up and down in a well-practiced motion. Mac moans softly, and the vibrations send shivers through all three of them.
It doesn’t take long for Don and Mac to come, and when they do, they come almost simultaneously.
Mac presses a few soothing kisses against Don’s stomach to soothe the trembling of his muscles before pulling off completely and turning towards Danny. Danny is still watching them with wide, dilated eyes. He hasn’t moved, his hand is still wrapped around Mac’s cock. His lips are slightly parted, and Mac can’t resist and kisses him.
“Get up,” he orders, and then it’s him who is watching in helpless fascination as Danny wriggles out of his pants and almost collapses on the couch next to Don.
Mac kisses his way up one strong leg to his final goal, and Danny gives a strangled moan, a mixture of groan and whimper. From under his lashes he can see that Don scratches lightly over Danny’s chest, carding his fingers through the hair, and if he interprets the muffled sound correctly, they are kissing again.
He licks his way up and down Danny’s cock and wraps his tongue around it and sucks until Danny comes with a small, broken noise.
It takes some time for him to get off his knees – he’s shaking and trembling almost as much as Danny at the moment, and he suspects he isn’t the youngest anymore, his knees are getting stiff, but then he reclaims his position at Don’s side, one arm stretched out over the back of the couch to rest at Danny’s neck, playing with soft, now slightly damp strands of hair. They don’t bother with dressing or cleaning up right now – there’s always time for that later.
“I have to say,” Danny pulls a drowsy and very satisfied Don against his chest and waits for him to settle comfortably. He grabs the bowl with the melted chocolate ice cream and dips his spoon in it before licking the spoon in a very suggestive way. He finishes his sentence only after swallowing his mouthful, and with a huge grin on his face.
“Dessert really is the best part of dinner.”
End.