Regrets
Title: Regrets
Author: geekslasher
Pairing: Flack/Danny, CSI NY
Part: 1/?
Rating: R, or FRM, or whatever
Warning/Spoilers: Nada
Disclaimer: I don't own Flack or Danny or CSI NY.
A/N: Um, rough draft really. Didn't really proofread it, so feel free to nitpick. As always, I'm a total feedback whore. Tell me whatcha think.




Flack's not exactly sure how many times they've done this. More times than he can count on one hand, he knows, just in the past month or so, but most of those times were rough encounters in the alley behind a bar, hard and drunken experiences that he can only remember glimpses of and the only physical reminders are the bruises on his shoulders where Danny clung to him and the slight burshburn on his cheek from Danny's stubble.

This time, Flack thinks, this time it'll be different. It'll be easy. No alcohol to explain away the events that occur, to ease the way. Just raw need and the leftover traces of a case gone bad pushing them on. Flack's seen the way Danny's looked at him, even before the first time. The want that darkens his eyes when it's just him and Flack. Just the thought of it makes Flack shiver. He can't see Danny's eyes now--both of them have their eyes closed hard, mouths fused, hands roaming, trying to get just a little bit of skin. But Flack knows--Danny wants him and he wants Danny. Yeah, this time it'll be different.

He should have known Danny never does anything the easy way.

Danny flips them around against Flack's door, trapping Flack against and holding him there, even though Danny's at least 4 inches shorter than him. Flack doesn't care though, because Danny pins his arms against his sides and works his tongue down Flack neck. Flack tries not to swear at the feeling--it's hot and he thrusts out his hips and grinds them against Danny's. Danny pulls back--actually, he takes a full step back and just looks at Flack. He smirks as he looks Flack over and Flack can only imagine what Danny sees. Flack's slumped against the door, tie undone, shirt pulled from his pants. He's panting and he knows he's flushed, crimson from the tips of his ears, down past his crisp dress shirt.

Flack's fingers twitch. He wants to reach out, stroke Danny's cheek. Pull him close and hold him. Anything, really, but he knows how that'd probably go over. Danny'd either leave now, leaving Flack hard and needing or punch Flack in the mouth and continue on with what they were doing.

Danny finally moves, surging forward and pressing Flack back into the door. Flack squeezes his eyes shut and opens up for Danny. Danny's tongue slides over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. He feels Danny's hand slide into his hair and tug back, exposing more of his neck. He resists the urge to cry out at the sudden tug, but the sharp sting of teeth followed the moist heat of Danny's tongue makes Flack moan. He knows he'll have a mark tomorrow, too high to be covered by his dress shirts.

Danny pulls back again and tugs Flack toward his bedroom. He stumbles slightly, almost falling over Danny, and when they get into the bedroom, Danny pushes Flack onto his bed before Flack tugs him down with him.

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The next morning, when Flack wakes up alone, he's not at all surprised. Disappointed, sure, but not at all surprised. It happened everytime it wasn't some drunken fuck in a back alley, but Flack's still a little wistful about the cold, empty sheets beside him. He mentally berates himself, cursing himself for thinking that this time would be any different. That maybe this time he'd wake up with a warm body curled up around him.

Somewhere in his bedroom, his cellphone rings. He blinks against the bright sun and squints to find his pants so he can stop the shrill call. He knows sooner or later he'll see Danny today and it'll be like nothing happen, just like all the time before. Nothing will have changed, and as he showers, he curses the fact that he can remember everything that happened last night. Without the haze of alcohol, everything is clear and vivid and Flack can't help but touch himself as he recalls what happens.

And even though he's filled with an emptiness and loneliness afterwards, he regrets nothing.




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