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kathierif_ficTitle: For a fistful of dollars
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash, fisting
Word Count: 2698
Summary: Sheldon wants to try something new.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt fisting. I don’t know how long I wrote on this one, but when I finished, there was no other choice for a title but this ridiculous one which doesn’t really have to do anything with the story ;)
It had started out innocently enough, with Sheldon kneeling between Don’s spread legs, the bottle of lube open in his hand and two fingers already deep in Don’s body, gently massaging the area around Don’s prostate the way he knew Don liked it.
“Hey, Donnie?” Sheldon murmured and bent over Don, to mouth a line up his back. “I want to try something new.”
Don arched his spine slightly as he pushed himself up to his elbows and craned his neck, to look at Sheldon. “You what?”
“I want to try something that’s a little different,” Sheldon explained and teased the opening to Don’s body with a slick third finger. “Don’t worry, if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” He gave Don a quick glance. “You know that.”
Bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Sheldon mentally cursed, for a split second, the fact that Don was a damn fine cop. In order to get by with vague answers, Sheldon always had to put in more of an effort than it was worth most of the time. He knew, of course, that he was the same, and it was probably one of the reasons why the two of them had even managed to build and maintain their relationship despite the many differences in their personalities – the ability to cut through everything unimportant and get to the important information without too much of a fuss.
“Come on,” Sheldon said and wriggled his fingers slightly. “Have I ever done anything you didn’t like?”
“Yeah,” Don simply replied, and Sheldon chuckled softly and pressed his fingertips with a little more intent against the soft tissue surrounding them.
“But I stopped as soon as you told me to,” he pointed out.
“True,” Don admitted. “What do you want to try?”
Sheldon licked his lips quickly. “I want to see you spread open,” he admitted. “I want to see you take more than three fingers or my dick.”
Don’s frown deepened. “How much more are we talking here?” he asked.
Sheldon shrugged. “Two more,” he said. “The hand.” At Don’s disbelieving stare, he quickly added, “I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing. I won’t hurt you, promise.”
Don snorted. “Right now, you sound less like a real doctor and more like a cheesy tv-show. I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.”
Sheldon laughed a little and pressed his fingers down again. “If you don’t want to, just tell me,” he murmured. “We’ll do something else.”
Don inhaled sharply. “Give me some time to think about it?” he then requested.
Sheldon nodded and reached with his free hand to squeeze Don’s fingers. “Take your time,” he murmured. “I’m not trying to force you, okay? It’s all your decision. Always.”
Don frowned at him. “Should I ask what you’ve read today?” he asked suspiciously. “You sound like one of these flyers about consenting sex.”
Sheldon raised both eyebrows. “Cheesy tv-shows and flyers,” he commented dryly. “Did you have a bad day today?”
Don laughed softly and relaxed back into the mattress. “Maybe,” he admitted, “but you can make it so much better if you fuck me now.”
Sheldon chuckled. “How could I say no to that?” he asked and proceeded to do exactly that.
~*+*~
It was several weeks until the topic came up again, weeks in which Don hadn’t as much as indicated that he was thinking about it and Sheldon not quite daring to bring it up, whenever he was thinking about it himself. Several cases kept them busy, and when they managed to spend time together, it wasn’t much more than a shared meal or spooning up and falling asleep before either of them could instigate something more.
However, their perp was caught, the paperwork finished, the case closed, and when they found themselves back at Sheldon’s place that night, it was only a matter of time before their shirts were lazily pushed aside to make room for teasing hands and lips.
Sheldon gently sucked on a sensitive spot below Don’s ear while letting his hands run down Don’s chest and stomach, until he finally pushed just the fingertips of his hand past Don’s waistband. Don moaned breathlessly and lifted his hips, and Sheldon took that as an invitation and pushed down Don’s shorts and pants.
They were kissing softly, slick tongues tangling languidly, when Sheldon ran his fingertips along Don’s balls and the soft skin behind them.
“Missed you,” he murmured against Don’s lips. “Want to be inside you.”
Don made a sound that Sheldon interpreted as agreement and started to turn around, but Sheldon stopped him with a hand on his thigh and a small shake of his head.
“Like this,” he requested and closed his hand around Don’s dick. “I want to see you.”
Don laughed breathlessly. “Okay,” he said and leaned up, to kiss him briefly. “But honestly, Shel, I don’t care if you want to fuck me this way or any other, we still need lube. And that’s in the bedroom, unless you redecorated, so you’ll have to let me up anyways.”
Sheldon laughed softly. “It’s a ring of muscle,” he said, but he let Don climb to his feet and over him and shake off the rest of his clothes. “A well-trained ring of muscle,” he added while watching Don pad into the bedroom, the muscles of his back, his ass and his legs moving excitingly.
“Yeah,” Don called back, “but it’s a well-trained ring of muscle that has to go back to work tomorrow morning.” He came back, his dick hard and flushed against his stomach, the small bottle in his hand.
Sheldon reached out and pulled Don over his lap. His fist closed around Don’s erection and gave a few experimental strokes before he chuckled again. “So, if I really want to fist you, I’ll have to do it on a day when you’re off-duty?”
Don flexed his pelvis in Sheldon’s direction. “Yeah, about that…”
“Yeah?” Sheldon asked and looked down, at his own fingers around Don’s flesh. He’d told himself that he would accept whatever decision Don would reach about this whole situation, that he wouldn’t nag and try to persuade him to try it if he didn’t want to; it wouldn’t matter if Don decided that he didn’t want to try it, he would absolutely understand it; there were a lot of other things they could do together and it was ridiculous to believe that two people were that much compatible in bed, that they liked exactly the same, but he still found himself biting his lip while waiting for Don’s next words.
“I know I told you I’d think about it,” Don said and ran his fingertips over Sheldon’s collarbone. “But I haven’t, yet. You know how things get, with the job and everything.”
Sheldon ran his thumb over the soft velvety tip of Don’s cock.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I know how it is.”
“I’m just asking you for some more time,” Don tried to explain.
“I know,” Sheldon replied. “No matter what decision you make, Don…” he stopped and licked his lips. “It won’t change anything,” h then finished and looked up, into Don’s eyes.
Don grinned. “I know,” he said confidently, and then, he shifted and pressed himself more fully into Sheldon’s hand. “We gonna have sex here or a debate?”
Sheldon laughed, the somber mood broken, and reached for the lube. “What kind of topic would you like to discuss?” he teased. “DNA and RNA?”
“How about your fingers, in my ass, and how long it’ll take you to get them there?” Don suggested and spread his legs slightly.
Sheldon smiled. “Okay.”
~*+*~
Don leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for the water to boil, for the pasta for his dinner. He needed some sleep, or even better, a few days off, he thought and rubbed his shoulder with a small wince, to allow his muscles to relax after a hard week at work.
Unwanted, his thoughts circled back to the conversation he’d had with Sheldon, and suddenly, he felt slightly nervous and queasy.
Fisting.
Sheldon’s broad, big hand in him, spreading him wide and holding him open…
A shudder that was part excitement and part fear ran through him. He didn’t doubt that Sheldon knew what he wanted to do, and how to do it, but what if something went wrong? How would he explain that? He was already risking more than enough, simply by letting Sheldon fuck him occasionally. And, just as important, did he even want to let Sheldon do this?
He sighed and shook his head before turning on his laptop. Before he could come to an informed decision, he needed more information.
He needed to know more about the act of fisting and its risks first.
Opening his browser, he hesitated for a split second before he started to type.
He barely noticed when the water boiled over.
~*+*~
“If I let you do this,” Don said, pushed the bag with the take-out in Sheldon’s arms and the door closed behind himself while balancing the case of beer he’d bought as well, “what tells me that you won’t buy a double- fisted dildo next week?”
“And a good evening to you, too, Detective Flack,” Sheldon replied. “Yeah, I had a good day, until I saw my lover getting kicked in the face. How’s your head feeling?”
“It’s fine.” Don grimaced. “Couple of bruises, that’s all.”
“Good.” Sheldon nodded and carried the bag to the kitchen before turning toward Don, who had followed him, again. “I promise, no double-fisted dildo. Not unless you want one.”
Don grimaced again. “No, thank you,” he muttered and bent down, to put the beer in the fridge.
“I take it you googled…it,” Sheldon said hesitantly while staring at the jeans-covered ass in front of him.
“I did.” Don’s voice drifted up from the fridge. “But I’m not done freaking out yet.”
Sheldon laughed, relieved, and reached out, to squeeze Don’s ass. “Take your time,” he said, “and if there’s questions, you know where you can find me.”
“Yeah,” Don replied and straightened. “It’s just, you have freaking big hands.” He shrugged. “You’d freak too if I wanted to push one of mine up yours, Doc.”
Sheldon wrapped an arm around Don’s slender hip and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Just let me know when you’re done freaking and made a decision, okay?” he requested. “Or…you know. If you want to compare website addresses or just want to know what I want to do exactly, and how…”
“Yeah.” Don rubbed his brow with a thumb. “Let’s eat first?”
Sheldon recognized the attempt at changing topics when he saw one, and he let it drop for now. He knew that Don was considering it, at least, and for now, it was all he would ask for.
~*+*~
Don didn’t start with this particular topic for days, almost a week, and Sheldon didn’t either, although he started to get really obsessed with it. He didn’t want to pressure Don in any way or form, but when he woke up from a very vivid dream one night, he knew that, despite his earlier words and promises, he would be really disappointed if Don decided against trying it.
~*+*~
“How are you feeling?” Sheldon asked softly and kissed the arch of Don’s spine while pushing his slick fingers into Don’s ass.
Don turned his flushed face to the side and struggled to open his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured, even if it wasn’t necessarily an answer to Sheldon’s question. “Give me another, Shel.”
Sheldon felt a shiver run down his spine, and his hard cock throbbed between his thighs. “You sure?” he asked hoarsely. “You already got three…”
Don hummed and lifted his hips instead of replying verbally, and Sheldon reached for the lube, poured more over his fingers, and slowly started to work a fourth one past the tight ring of muscle. His eyes moved between the arousing sight of his fingers disappearing in Don’s body and Don’s face, but to his great relief, the telltale sight of Don scrunching his face in discomfort and pain didn’t make an appearance. Instead, Don was smirking slightly, smug over the fact that he’d managed to surprise Sheldon.
Sheldon shook his head slightly. Sweat ran down the length of his spine, and he curled his fingers against Don’s prostate and watched with an equally as smug sense of satisfaction how the smirk disappeared from Don’s face and made room for open-mouthed, breathless arousal.
Briefly, he brushed his thumb against the widely stretched skin of Don’s hole, but he dismissed the thought of simply going for it as quickly as it had come.
“How are you feeling?” he asked again and licked suddenly dry lips.
Don hummed quietly. “Fine,” he finally said. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Sheldon chuckled. “You’re even better than good,” he promised. “You should see yourself right now, man…”
Muscles tightened around Sheldon’s fingers as Don laughed breathlessly.
“I take your word,” he said and took a deep breath before adding, “for it.”
“Too much? Want me to pull out?” Sheldon asked and brushed his thumb against the skin again.
“Yeah,” Don decided after a moment, and Sheldon slowly did.
“Whoa,” Don whispered softly, more to himself than to Don. “That was…different.”
“Different good or different not so good?” Sheldon wanted to know and brushed his fingers against Don’s thigh.
“Don’t know yet,” Don told him and leaned up on his elbows. “But I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.”
~*+*~
For the next few weeks, the order another one became more or less familiar, however, it never failed to send a shiver of arousal down Sheldon’s spine.
And when, one particular Wednesday evening, Don stepped past him and asked, while kicking the door closed and taking off his coat, “Are you still thinking about…that?” Sheldon’s knees almost buckled from the sudden surge of arousal.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he belatedly replied, his voice hoarse.
Don nodded slowly. “All right,” he said and wiped his palms briefly on his jeans. “Then let’s go for it.”
Sheldon frowned. “Are you serious?” he wanted to know, not certain he’d really understood correctly.
Don nodded determinedly. “Yeah,” he managed to say before Sheldon had caught him in a tight hug and a deep kiss.
~*+*~
Sheldon had spent so much time daydreaming about this moment and imagining it in his mind that his hands started shaking as soon as he had Don on all fours, a fluffy towel underneath him and lube and a rubber glove next to him.
“Really, Doc,” Don teased over his shoulder, “It’s almost as if you’d thought about this for a very long time. Obsessively.”
Sheldon laughed as well. “Maybe I did,” he admitted. “Don’t tell Mac. You comfortable?”
“Sure,” Don agreed and spread his legs slightly. “Just waiting for you…Dear.”
Sheldon bent down and kissed the sensitive spot right next to Don’s spine while pulling on the glove and liberally covering it with lube.
“You’re going to be so awesome,” he murmured while working first one, then two and three fingers into Don, his other hand reaching around and tugging on his dick, using every little bit of knowledge he’d ever gained about Don to keep him relaxed and aroused.
The fourth fingers lipped in, and Sheldon exhaled slowly. “Talk to me,” he murmured, “let me know you’re still doing okay.”
“Can’t think, with you doing that,” Don replied and arched his back slightly. “Keep going.”
Sheldon did. He never wanted the moment when his thumb slid into the tight heat of Don’s body to end, and he remained frozen in place, not daring to move even the slightest little bit while he waited for the tension in Don’s back to ease again.
“Don,” he finally managed to whisper. “Are you…is this okay?”
“Much…too much,” Don panted, but he didn’t ask Sheldon to pull out, and Sheldon just stared at his wrist and felt the tightness and heat around his lightly curled hand and felt his chest swell with love and adoration for the other man and never wanted this moment to end.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: slash, fisting
Word Count: 2698
Summary: Sheldon wants to try something new.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt fisting. I don’t know how long I wrote on this one, but when I finished, there was no other choice for a title but this ridiculous one which doesn’t really have to do anything with the story ;)It had started out innocently enough, with Sheldon kneeling between Don’s spread legs, the bottle of lube open in his hand and two fingers already deep in Don’s body, gently massaging the area around Don’s prostate the way he knew Don liked it.
“Hey, Donnie?” Sheldon murmured and bent over Don, to mouth a line up his back. “I want to try something new.”
Don arched his spine slightly as he pushed himself up to his elbows and craned his neck, to look at Sheldon. “You what?”
“I want to try something that’s a little different,” Sheldon explained and teased the opening to Don’s body with a slick third finger. “Don’t worry, if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” He gave Don a quick glance. “You know that.”
Bright blue eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Sheldon mentally cursed, for a split second, the fact that Don was a damn fine cop. In order to get by with vague answers, Sheldon always had to put in more of an effort than it was worth most of the time. He knew, of course, that he was the same, and it was probably one of the reasons why the two of them had even managed to build and maintain their relationship despite the many differences in their personalities – the ability to cut through everything unimportant and get to the important information without too much of a fuss.
“Come on,” Sheldon said and wriggled his fingers slightly. “Have I ever done anything you didn’t like?”
“Yeah,” Don simply replied, and Sheldon chuckled softly and pressed his fingertips with a little more intent against the soft tissue surrounding them.
“But I stopped as soon as you told me to,” he pointed out.
“True,” Don admitted. “What do you want to try?”
Sheldon licked his lips quickly. “I want to see you spread open,” he admitted. “I want to see you take more than three fingers or my dick.”
Don’s frown deepened. “How much more are we talking here?” he asked.
Sheldon shrugged. “Two more,” he said. “The hand.” At Don’s disbelieving stare, he quickly added, “I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing. I won’t hurt you, promise.”
Don snorted. “Right now, you sound less like a real doctor and more like a cheesy tv-show. I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.”
Sheldon laughed a little and pressed his fingers down again. “If you don’t want to, just tell me,” he murmured. “We’ll do something else.”
Don inhaled sharply. “Give me some time to think about it?” he then requested.
Sheldon nodded and reached with his free hand to squeeze Don’s fingers. “Take your time,” he murmured. “I’m not trying to force you, okay? It’s all your decision. Always.”
Don frowned at him. “Should I ask what you’ve read today?” he asked suspiciously. “You sound like one of these flyers about consenting sex.”
Sheldon raised both eyebrows. “Cheesy tv-shows and flyers,” he commented dryly. “Did you have a bad day today?”
Don laughed softly and relaxed back into the mattress. “Maybe,” he admitted, “but you can make it so much better if you fuck me now.”
Sheldon chuckled. “How could I say no to that?” he asked and proceeded to do exactly that.
~*+*~
It was several weeks until the topic came up again, weeks in which Don hadn’t as much as indicated that he was thinking about it and Sheldon not quite daring to bring it up, whenever he was thinking about it himself. Several cases kept them busy, and when they managed to spend time together, it wasn’t much more than a shared meal or spooning up and falling asleep before either of them could instigate something more.
However, their perp was caught, the paperwork finished, the case closed, and when they found themselves back at Sheldon’s place that night, it was only a matter of time before their shirts were lazily pushed aside to make room for teasing hands and lips.
Sheldon gently sucked on a sensitive spot below Don’s ear while letting his hands run down Don’s chest and stomach, until he finally pushed just the fingertips of his hand past Don’s waistband. Don moaned breathlessly and lifted his hips, and Sheldon took that as an invitation and pushed down Don’s shorts and pants.
They were kissing softly, slick tongues tangling languidly, when Sheldon ran his fingertips along Don’s balls and the soft skin behind them.
“Missed you,” he murmured against Don’s lips. “Want to be inside you.”
Don made a sound that Sheldon interpreted as agreement and started to turn around, but Sheldon stopped him with a hand on his thigh and a small shake of his head.
“Like this,” he requested and closed his hand around Don’s dick. “I want to see you.”
Don laughed breathlessly. “Okay,” he said and leaned up, to kiss him briefly. “But honestly, Shel, I don’t care if you want to fuck me this way or any other, we still need lube. And that’s in the bedroom, unless you redecorated, so you’ll have to let me up anyways.”
Sheldon laughed softly. “It’s a ring of muscle,” he said, but he let Don climb to his feet and over him and shake off the rest of his clothes. “A well-trained ring of muscle,” he added while watching Don pad into the bedroom, the muscles of his back, his ass and his legs moving excitingly.
“Yeah,” Don called back, “but it’s a well-trained ring of muscle that has to go back to work tomorrow morning.” He came back, his dick hard and flushed against his stomach, the small bottle in his hand.
Sheldon reached out and pulled Don over his lap. His fist closed around Don’s erection and gave a few experimental strokes before he chuckled again. “So, if I really want to fist you, I’ll have to do it on a day when you’re off-duty?”
Don flexed his pelvis in Sheldon’s direction. “Yeah, about that…”
“Yeah?” Sheldon asked and looked down, at his own fingers around Don’s flesh. He’d told himself that he would accept whatever decision Don would reach about this whole situation, that he wouldn’t nag and try to persuade him to try it if he didn’t want to; it wouldn’t matter if Don decided that he didn’t want to try it, he would absolutely understand it; there were a lot of other things they could do together and it was ridiculous to believe that two people were that much compatible in bed, that they liked exactly the same, but he still found himself biting his lip while waiting for Don’s next words.
“I know I told you I’d think about it,” Don said and ran his fingertips over Sheldon’s collarbone. “But I haven’t, yet. You know how things get, with the job and everything.”
Sheldon ran his thumb over the soft velvety tip of Don’s cock.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I know how it is.”
“I’m just asking you for some more time,” Don tried to explain.
“I know,” Sheldon replied. “No matter what decision you make, Don…” he stopped and licked his lips. “It won’t change anything,” h then finished and looked up, into Don’s eyes.
Don grinned. “I know,” he said confidently, and then, he shifted and pressed himself more fully into Sheldon’s hand. “We gonna have sex here or a debate?”
Sheldon laughed, the somber mood broken, and reached for the lube. “What kind of topic would you like to discuss?” he teased. “DNA and RNA?”
“How about your fingers, in my ass, and how long it’ll take you to get them there?” Don suggested and spread his legs slightly.
Sheldon smiled. “Okay.”
~*+*~
Don leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for the water to boil, for the pasta for his dinner. He needed some sleep, or even better, a few days off, he thought and rubbed his shoulder with a small wince, to allow his muscles to relax after a hard week at work.
Unwanted, his thoughts circled back to the conversation he’d had with Sheldon, and suddenly, he felt slightly nervous and queasy.
Fisting.
Sheldon’s broad, big hand in him, spreading him wide and holding him open…
A shudder that was part excitement and part fear ran through him. He didn’t doubt that Sheldon knew what he wanted to do, and how to do it, but what if something went wrong? How would he explain that? He was already risking more than enough, simply by letting Sheldon fuck him occasionally. And, just as important, did he even want to let Sheldon do this?
He sighed and shook his head before turning on his laptop. Before he could come to an informed decision, he needed more information.
He needed to know more about the act of fisting and its risks first.
Opening his browser, he hesitated for a split second before he started to type.
He barely noticed when the water boiled over.
~*+*~
“If I let you do this,” Don said, pushed the bag with the take-out in Sheldon’s arms and the door closed behind himself while balancing the case of beer he’d bought as well, “what tells me that you won’t buy a double- fisted dildo next week?”
“And a good evening to you, too, Detective Flack,” Sheldon replied. “Yeah, I had a good day, until I saw my lover getting kicked in the face. How’s your head feeling?”
“It’s fine.” Don grimaced. “Couple of bruises, that’s all.”
“Good.” Sheldon nodded and carried the bag to the kitchen before turning toward Don, who had followed him, again. “I promise, no double-fisted dildo. Not unless you want one.”
Don grimaced again. “No, thank you,” he muttered and bent down, to put the beer in the fridge.
“I take it you googled…it,” Sheldon said hesitantly while staring at the jeans-covered ass in front of him.
“I did.” Don’s voice drifted up from the fridge. “But I’m not done freaking out yet.”
Sheldon laughed, relieved, and reached out, to squeeze Don’s ass. “Take your time,” he said, “and if there’s questions, you know where you can find me.”
“Yeah,” Don replied and straightened. “It’s just, you have freaking big hands.” He shrugged. “You’d freak too if I wanted to push one of mine up yours, Doc.”
Sheldon wrapped an arm around Don’s slender hip and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Just let me know when you’re done freaking and made a decision, okay?” he requested. “Or…you know. If you want to compare website addresses or just want to know what I want to do exactly, and how…”
“Yeah.” Don rubbed his brow with a thumb. “Let’s eat first?”
Sheldon recognized the attempt at changing topics when he saw one, and he let it drop for now. He knew that Don was considering it, at least, and for now, it was all he would ask for.
~*+*~
Don didn’t start with this particular topic for days, almost a week, and Sheldon didn’t either, although he started to get really obsessed with it. He didn’t want to pressure Don in any way or form, but when he woke up from a very vivid dream one night, he knew that, despite his earlier words and promises, he would be really disappointed if Don decided against trying it.
~*+*~
“How are you feeling?” Sheldon asked softly and kissed the arch of Don’s spine while pushing his slick fingers into Don’s ass.
Don turned his flushed face to the side and struggled to open his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured, even if it wasn’t necessarily an answer to Sheldon’s question. “Give me another, Shel.”
Sheldon felt a shiver run down his spine, and his hard cock throbbed between his thighs. “You sure?” he asked hoarsely. “You already got three…”
Don hummed and lifted his hips instead of replying verbally, and Sheldon reached for the lube, poured more over his fingers, and slowly started to work a fourth one past the tight ring of muscle. His eyes moved between the arousing sight of his fingers disappearing in Don’s body and Don’s face, but to his great relief, the telltale sight of Don scrunching his face in discomfort and pain didn’t make an appearance. Instead, Don was smirking slightly, smug over the fact that he’d managed to surprise Sheldon.
Sheldon shook his head slightly. Sweat ran down the length of his spine, and he curled his fingers against Don’s prostate and watched with an equally as smug sense of satisfaction how the smirk disappeared from Don’s face and made room for open-mouthed, breathless arousal.
Briefly, he brushed his thumb against the widely stretched skin of Don’s hole, but he dismissed the thought of simply going for it as quickly as it had come.
“How are you feeling?” he asked again and licked suddenly dry lips.
Don hummed quietly. “Fine,” he finally said. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Sheldon chuckled. “You’re even better than good,” he promised. “You should see yourself right now, man…”
Muscles tightened around Sheldon’s fingers as Don laughed breathlessly.
“I take your word,” he said and took a deep breath before adding, “for it.”
“Too much? Want me to pull out?” Sheldon asked and brushed his thumb against the skin again.
“Yeah,” Don decided after a moment, and Sheldon slowly did.
“Whoa,” Don whispered softly, more to himself than to Don. “That was…different.”
“Different good or different not so good?” Sheldon wanted to know and brushed his fingers against Don’s thigh.
“Don’t know yet,” Don told him and leaned up on his elbows. “But I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.”
~*+*~
For the next few weeks, the order another one became more or less familiar, however, it never failed to send a shiver of arousal down Sheldon’s spine.
And when, one particular Wednesday evening, Don stepped past him and asked, while kicking the door closed and taking off his coat, “Are you still thinking about…that?” Sheldon’s knees almost buckled from the sudden surge of arousal.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he belatedly replied, his voice hoarse.
Don nodded slowly. “All right,” he said and wiped his palms briefly on his jeans. “Then let’s go for it.”
Sheldon frowned. “Are you serious?” he wanted to know, not certain he’d really understood correctly.
Don nodded determinedly. “Yeah,” he managed to say before Sheldon had caught him in a tight hug and a deep kiss.
~*+*~
Sheldon had spent so much time daydreaming about this moment and imagining it in his mind that his hands started shaking as soon as he had Don on all fours, a fluffy towel underneath him and lube and a rubber glove next to him.
“Really, Doc,” Don teased over his shoulder, “It’s almost as if you’d thought about this for a very long time. Obsessively.”
Sheldon laughed as well. “Maybe I did,” he admitted. “Don’t tell Mac. You comfortable?”
“Sure,” Don agreed and spread his legs slightly. “Just waiting for you…Dear.”
Sheldon bent down and kissed the sensitive spot right next to Don’s spine while pulling on the glove and liberally covering it with lube.
“You’re going to be so awesome,” he murmured while working first one, then two and three fingers into Don, his other hand reaching around and tugging on his dick, using every little bit of knowledge he’d ever gained about Don to keep him relaxed and aroused.
The fourth fingers lipped in, and Sheldon exhaled slowly. “Talk to me,” he murmured, “let me know you’re still doing okay.”
“Can’t think, with you doing that,” Don replied and arched his back slightly. “Keep going.”
Sheldon did. He never wanted the moment when his thumb slid into the tight heat of Don’s body to end, and he remained frozen in place, not daring to move even the slightest little bit while he waited for the tension in Don’s back to ease again.
“Don,” he finally managed to whisper. “Are you…is this okay?”
“Much…too much,” Don panted, but he didn’t ask Sheldon to pull out, and Sheldon just stared at his wrist and felt the tightness and heat around his lightly curled hand and felt his chest swell with love and adoration for the other man and never wanted this moment to end.
~end.
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Date: 2010-07-17 08:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:12 pm (UTC)thank you. It means a lot to me when someone says I know these characters well. *hugs you*
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-12 04:31 pm (UTC)...I think I need a Don-icon :D
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:33 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:36 pm (UTC)...however, I could make more. I wanted a Leverage-and-a-white-collar-icon anyways...
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-12 04:40 pm (UTC)...okay, I'm stuck on polybigbang, but I figured out fantasybigbang :D
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-12 04:46 pm (UTC)