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kathierif_ficTitle: Shift
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: It reminded him of last night, and it made him anticipate the evening.
Word count: 776 words
Challenge:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt: sex toy (worn under clothing)
Author’s Notes: Unbetaed.
Sheldon Hawkes slowly straightened after staring into a microscope all morning long and sighed quietly as his spine slowly and almost reluctantly realigned. Pressing a hand against protesting muscles, he felt something else shift deep inside him, and he couldn’t quite stifle the small gasp as rounded silicone pressed unrelentingly deep into his body and caused a spark of arousal to run along his nerve endings, like an electrical shock.
It wasn’t enough to send him over the edge and into the bliss of orgasm, or even to hardness, but it was a nice reminder of what he’d done the night before, and hopefully, if there was no unexpected crime getting in their way, it was a little something that made his anticipation for the following evening even sharper and made his fingertips tingle slightly when he allowed himself the distraction of thinking about it.
Almost against his will, his thoughts drifted off, toward the memory of bright blue eyes, sparkling with amusement or darkening in arousal; to thin skin around those eyes crinkling slightly with the blinding smile that Sheldon had fallen so much in love with.
That infuriating smile that held the promise of what could or would happen, if the owner of the smile was stuck by a particularly playful mood, just like it had happened this morning.
Sheldon deliberately shifted again, to feel the toy in him press more firmly against his inner walls, and shuddered slightly.
He’d woken up that morning to blue eyes looking at him curiously, a lanky hot body pressed tightly against his side and fingers playing along his ass, and before he’d really realized what was happening, the plug had been pressed against his flesh and into him. Sheldon had bitten the inside of his cheek and hadn’t protested, especially when Don had leaned over him and had taken him into his mouth, sucking him off sloppily before rolling out of bed, to get them coffee for breakfast, while Sheldon had still been lying in bed, panting for breath and trying to bring his brain back from the haziness it was floating in.
A hand was clapped onto his shoulder, and Sheldon jerked slightly as he was so abruptly pulled out of his daydreaming. The move caused the plug to press against his prostate, and he had to bite his lip to suppress the moan that threatened to spill out.
Danny gave him a look that held both curiosity and worry before crossing his arms over his chest and bouncing on the balls of his feet. The thought of what such a move would do to him, how it would move the plug in him, made Sheldon flush slightly.
“What’s up, doc?” Danny drawled. “Suspect yesterday got you worse than you expected, huh?”
A small smile curved Sheldon’s lips upwards. He hardly could tell Danny that his best friend had spent a good part of the last night pressed against Sheldon’s back, whispering filthy words into his ear until Sheldon had moaned and had reversed their positions, his kisses muffling the sharp tongue that was able to lash out so sharply until all that Don had been able to do was murmur softly and move his hips faster, pressing himself against the same spot the toy had been rubbing against all morning.
He couldn’t tell Danny that he was flinching because of the sweet torture Don had inflicted on him, couldn’t tell the other man that he couldn’t wait to go home, to remove the toy Don had put into him this morning while kissing his shoulders. He couldn’t tell him that he couldn’t wait for the next day off Don had, to return the favor – they had rules about this, after all, and Sheldon didn’t want Don to be distracted while dealing with potential murderers, just as Don didn’t want Sheldon to be distracted when dealing with crime scenes. If he was called to a crime scene now, he would duck into the next restroom and remove the toy, but since he had been busy at the lab all morning long, he didn’t see any reason to do so.
Instead he shifted again, enjoying the stretch of muscles around the toy that was colored the same bright blue color as Don’s eyes, and said, “Something like that, yeah.”
Danny grimaced in compassion, and Sheldon shrugged slightly and carefully climbed off his chair. He would take his lunch break now, slip away and spend the next thirty minutes reminding Don why it would be a good idea to be home on time that night.
Unless there was a crime scene they had to be at, of course.
~end.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: It reminded him of last night, and it made him anticipate the evening.
Word count: 776 words
Challenge:
kink_bingo, prompt: sex toy (worn under clothing)Author’s Notes: Unbetaed.
Sheldon Hawkes slowly straightened after staring into a microscope all morning long and sighed quietly as his spine slowly and almost reluctantly realigned. Pressing a hand against protesting muscles, he felt something else shift deep inside him, and he couldn’t quite stifle the small gasp as rounded silicone pressed unrelentingly deep into his body and caused a spark of arousal to run along his nerve endings, like an electrical shock.
It wasn’t enough to send him over the edge and into the bliss of orgasm, or even to hardness, but it was a nice reminder of what he’d done the night before, and hopefully, if there was no unexpected crime getting in their way, it was a little something that made his anticipation for the following evening even sharper and made his fingertips tingle slightly when he allowed himself the distraction of thinking about it.
Almost against his will, his thoughts drifted off, toward the memory of bright blue eyes, sparkling with amusement or darkening in arousal; to thin skin around those eyes crinkling slightly with the blinding smile that Sheldon had fallen so much in love with.
That infuriating smile that held the promise of what could or would happen, if the owner of the smile was stuck by a particularly playful mood, just like it had happened this morning.
Sheldon deliberately shifted again, to feel the toy in him press more firmly against his inner walls, and shuddered slightly.
He’d woken up that morning to blue eyes looking at him curiously, a lanky hot body pressed tightly against his side and fingers playing along his ass, and before he’d really realized what was happening, the plug had been pressed against his flesh and into him. Sheldon had bitten the inside of his cheek and hadn’t protested, especially when Don had leaned over him and had taken him into his mouth, sucking him off sloppily before rolling out of bed, to get them coffee for breakfast, while Sheldon had still been lying in bed, panting for breath and trying to bring his brain back from the haziness it was floating in.
A hand was clapped onto his shoulder, and Sheldon jerked slightly as he was so abruptly pulled out of his daydreaming. The move caused the plug to press against his prostate, and he had to bite his lip to suppress the moan that threatened to spill out.
Danny gave him a look that held both curiosity and worry before crossing his arms over his chest and bouncing on the balls of his feet. The thought of what such a move would do to him, how it would move the plug in him, made Sheldon flush slightly.
“What’s up, doc?” Danny drawled. “Suspect yesterday got you worse than you expected, huh?”
A small smile curved Sheldon’s lips upwards. He hardly could tell Danny that his best friend had spent a good part of the last night pressed against Sheldon’s back, whispering filthy words into his ear until Sheldon had moaned and had reversed their positions, his kisses muffling the sharp tongue that was able to lash out so sharply until all that Don had been able to do was murmur softly and move his hips faster, pressing himself against the same spot the toy had been rubbing against all morning.
He couldn’t tell Danny that he was flinching because of the sweet torture Don had inflicted on him, couldn’t tell the other man that he couldn’t wait to go home, to remove the toy Don had put into him this morning while kissing his shoulders. He couldn’t tell him that he couldn’t wait for the next day off Don had, to return the favor – they had rules about this, after all, and Sheldon didn’t want Don to be distracted while dealing with potential murderers, just as Don didn’t want Sheldon to be distracted when dealing with crime scenes. If he was called to a crime scene now, he would duck into the next restroom and remove the toy, but since he had been busy at the lab all morning long, he didn’t see any reason to do so.
Instead he shifted again, enjoying the stretch of muscles around the toy that was colored the same bright blue color as Don’s eyes, and said, “Something like that, yeah.”
Danny grimaced in compassion, and Sheldon shrugged slightly and carefully climbed off his chair. He would take his lunch break now, slip away and spend the next thirty minutes reminding Don why it would be a good idea to be home on time that night.
Unless there was a crime scene they had to be at, of course.
~end.
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Date: 2009-09-06 03:40 pm (UTC)